A Blessing or A Curse
A/N: Hello…I actually had already posted this story here, but had forgotten it. But now it has been edited and I have been progressing with it so I'm re-posting it! I hope you enjoy! It is about Neville and an OC character. I just want to warn you that Neville may seem a bit OOC in this fist part. Not too much, but just a bit. He does change in the story, but he is still going to be that sweet and clumsy guy we all know and love. So please tell me what you think. Any opinion is great...PLEASE REVIEW!
Summary: Neville/OC...Neville has been pushed around his entire life, but now in sixth year, he decides all that is going to change. But as he steps onto the Hogwarts Express, he finds his newfound confidence rapidly leaving. But then he meets a girl in his own year that he never seemed to notice before. Neville soon finds himself whisked away on cloud 9 and his confidence coming back as he tries to gain the girl's affection. Not even Snape can stop him. The one problem that begins to make matters worse is that she has a dark secret that not even Neville can handle. As he learns out more and more about her and discovers that the darkness she is hiding, Neville finds himself facing his biggest fears, pure evil itself.
Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter!
Prologue: Another Lonely and Depressing Year
Neville woke up early that morning. As he slowly opened his sleep laden eyes he adjusted them to the grey light that was starting to pour in through his open window, indicting the oncoming sunrise. Today was the first of September, and the day he would be taking the Hogwarts Express to Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry for his sixth year.
Yawning, still in his sleepy haze, Neville stretched his arms up towards the ceiling of his room, stimulating the nerves that had been unmoving for the previous ten hours.
Over the last three months, Neville had been his Grandmother's pawn for the various elderly activities she partook in during the sunny season. He had been continually yelled at by the other old and wrinkly witches and wizards who were definitely not getting any younger. He was endlessly being called a clumsy and daft wimp of a wizard who would always be taken advantage of. All in all, this summer had been an utter nightmare, but what was worse was that he wasn't really looking forward to his next ten months at Hogwarts either. He had friends there, of course, like Dean, Seamus, Harry and Ron. But no one was really close to him. He really wanted someone to confide in, and to tell all the thoughts that were held in every inch of his mind.
After another few minutes in his bed, Neville finally decided to get up. He slowly lifted the covers off of himself and stood up wearing his checker boxer shorts. Stumbling tiredly over the mess in his room, Neville passed a full figure mirror that stood up against one of the walls. He suddenly backtracked and stood upright in front of it to look at his reflection. Over the last few years, Neville's short and chubby little body had grown. He had sprouted just like a plant, and now stood a high six feet. The extra pudge around his stomach had disappeared and now his chest was lined with somewhat definable abs. His face had become more defined as well. His jawbone stuck out more accompanied by stubbles of hair that he shaved off regularly. His protruding teeth had only become worse though. But his chestnut brown eyes and hair were the same.
Returning to his previous mission, Neville left the mirror and attempted to make his way over to the bathroom. After he was finished his morning duties, he returned to his room and began to pack the essentials he would need for the year that were scattered along his floor. Neville stuffed all the books, quills, and cloths into his trunk rather furiously. He was so fed up of being the stupid one. He could always hear the people whisper about how he should have been put in Hufflepuff instead of Gryffindor. But they were all wrong. He was put in Gryffindor for a reason and he would show then that the sorting hat was not wrong those five years ago. Neville would prove to them somehow; he would be assertive and take control.
Once he finished getting his things together, Neville stuffed himself into a pair of relaxed denims and a light blue collared shirt. As he got himself dressed, his face only seemed to become sterner and sterner in each passing moment. This year would be the end of the "clumsy and utterly dense Neville Longbottom!" He would not let himself be used, be tormented by people like Draco Malfoy, or yelled at by his equally frightening teacher Professor Snape. But before he got to school he would have to do what he had been dreading would come along eventually. He was going to have to stand up to his Grandmother. Neville took a deep breath and then opened his door to make his way downstairs.
Just one thing at a time, Longbottom, he thought sighing to himself as his footsteps sounded on the wooden steps. Take it one thing at a time.
A/N: Okay...I know it's short even for a prologue, but I wanted to put just a bit on and see if people are interested before I go all out. When one of my friends read this she said she was laughing her head off because the picture she got in her head of Neville was like "Perfect, perfect, then big teeth. Beautiful!" I hope you liked it and want to stick with me for the next bits! R&R!