Neville's Revenge
By Ange Black
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Ghostbusters. DRAT!
Warning: This was written while the author was sugar-high on JuJuBees and Mountain Dew. You were warned.
Chapter Two:
A week after the face in the soup incident, Neville sat at Gryffindor table. He ate his toast while he read a letter his Grandmother had sent him.
Dearest Neville,
How are you and your little friends? And how is poor Harry? I'm so worried about the poor dear. He lost his godfather so quickly; he didn't even know him for five years.
Your Dad, Mum and I are fine. St. Mungo's is trying a new treatment involving moving them home, so they'll be here when you get back. There're staying in the blue guest room.
I've sent you your spare Rememball, just in case you forgot your other one. I've put a little spell on it so it stays in your pocket. I hope it works. It's the third one I've bought you. Remember to try and keep it on you at all times and remember to turn in your homework.
Love,
Gran
A pale hand snatched the letter out of his hand. The person holding it was Draco Malfoy, a bully who had always picked on Neville. He was always followed by his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle, who did whatever he said.
"Well, well what's this Longbottom? A letter from Gran? Awwwwwww. How cute. Oh what's this? Dearest Neville…How are you and your little friends?" Malfoy cooed. Neville turned a deep shade of crimson.
Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle began to laugh. Goyle was laughing so hard, he slammed his hand into Harry's oatmeal. Harry took a bite and spit it out once he realized that Goyle's hairy hand had been in his breakfast.
"Malfoy," said Harry. "Can you and your baboons go elsewhere? I'm losing my appetite."
Malfoy turned around and began to laugh even harder.
"Why Potter? So you can eat? I doubt you'll be living any longer." Snorted Malfoy.
Both Ron and Hermione stood up. Ron's ears turned red and Hermione's usual smile was a scowl. Her glass of orange juice shattered.
"Why don't you shut your face, ferret boy?" spat Ron.
"So how much is the-boy-who-lived paying you to be his friend now? Three Hundred sickles a day? Isn't that more than what your father makes in a year?" He taunted. Malfoy turned to look at Hermione, who gave him the if-you-don't-shut-up-I'm-going-to-hex-you face. Malfoy gave Neville his letter back and quickly went back to his own table, followed by his scared goons.
"Thanks Hermione." Said Neville.
"No problem." She replied.
Everyone returned to their breakfast with the exception of Harry, who pushed away his bowl of oatmeal to the middle of the table and got up to get a new bowl. Neville got his new enchanted Rememball out of its package, the smoke inside turned red, meaning that he had forgotten something. He suddenly remembered his meeting with the Ghostbusters that afternoon. He got up and went back to the dormitory to get his black cloak.
A dark cloaked figure sat at a small table in The Three Broomsticks, sipping Butterbeer though a straw. He had come for a purpose, even if it was really stupid. It was to meet three men who would get rid of his ghost problem.
When he saw three men come in the pub wearing kaki jumpsuits, he signaled them over to his table in the back behind a plant. All three looked confused, one had seen a boy flying on a broomstick, one had seen a choir of dwarfs and the other had seen someone who had put on a hat that made her head disappear. It was all very odd to them, especially the boy who had called them.
"So, are you Neville Longbottom?" asked Peter.
"Yes, and I assume that you are Dr. Peter Venkman, Dr. Raymond Stantz and Egon Spengler?"
"Um, yeah." Replied Ray, "But, uhhhh… kid it took a lot of money to get us here, so, uhhh. Can you reenburst us?"
The boy nodded and took 300 American dollars out of his pocket. He had exchanged the money this money at the local Gringotts sub-station. The witch working the booth was confused that he wanted American dollars, although she had given him the money anyway.
All three men looked longingly at the bills in Neville's hand. Money is hard to come by when you run a business that involves things that most people don't believe in. Peter held out his hand and Neville put the money in it.
"Thanks." Said a shocked Peter.
"No problem." Neville replied.
The madder of money turned into ghosts as the conversation continued. Peter, Ray and Egon knew a lot about ghosts, and Neville was particularly interested in the part about getting rid of them.
"It usually takes holy water and a priest. But our machines work just as well." Egon started.
"See, we trap them in our machines and when we get the chance, we put them back into the ghost realm." Ray continued.
"Ohhh, I see." Commented Neville.
"So, uhh, where will we be staying?" asked Peter.
"Oh, "said Neville. "You'll be staying in a room in the castle. But you all have to be under this cloak when you go in, it's rather cold up there and this cloak is pretty big."
Neville slipped out a slivery-cloak, all three men's mouth dropped.
MEANWHILE IN THE GRYFFINDOR 6TH YEAR BOYS ROOM:
"Hey Ron, have you seen my invisibility cloak?" Harry asked his red-headed friend.
"Nope, sorry mate."
Back at The Three Broomsticks:
Peter, Ray and Egon went under the cloak and Neville lead them back though Hogsmade and into the Hogwarts gates.
"Now listen," said Neville "You gotta be real quiet, okay?"
The three invisible men nodded and the foursome continued. Neville led them up to the corridor with the Room of Requirement.
Please, he thought let there be a place for these men to stay. With three rooms with their own bathrooms, and a kitchen, and a Jacuzzi. And a snack bar, and also a living room where they can charge their stuff. Oh, and let it be locked from the inside and outside with a doort can not be magically opened without a key, oh, and only I can have the key.
Neville saw a door appear and a key drop in his pocket, he fit the key into the hole and led the men inside. It was just like a hotel suite, with a fountain in the foyer and everything Neville had thought about. Each man had his own room and bathroom, it had pink grantit and there was gold everywhere.
"Wow!" Remarked Egon. "You people here in Britain sure know how to treat a guest."
"Yeah, this place is great!" Exclaimed Ray.
"Look," said Neville "don't leave everything you'll need is here and I'll come back in the morning once you've rested." He unlocked the door and let himself out while the men continued to gaze.
"If only Slimer could see this."