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A/N: WOW PEOPLE ARE ACTUALLY STILL READING! I AM ENTHRALLED! THANK YOU! Well, anyway, this is the chapter is where Trevor is introduced. I originally had him in the first chapter... But things were moving too fast, and I had to have Neville recover from his Gran's death... Thus this chapter is a week after his gran's death... He's still sad, but recovered enough to not start crying at any given moment. Alright now that I'm done with this...On with the first actual chapter!

Chapter 1: The Real Trevor

Neville slowly sat up in his bed. A week had gone by since his Gran's passing... A long, confusing week. He had done everything with little, or no emotion. He resembled the living dead, a Slytherin had so kindly pointed out to him. As he had suspected would happen, people had seemed to have forgotten him again. Not that he had cared. Neville glanced at the clock.

It read 11:30 am. Normally he didn't sleep in so late, but the week had been long, and the weekend had brought great relief to his weary body. Neville sighed tiredly and leaned back against his pillows. The sun streaked into the room annoyingly and Neville rubbed his eyes. He was about to close his eyes and just forget about getting up when he heard a croaking noise from beside his bed. Neville glanced over to see his toad, Trevor hopping around playfully. He smiled and picked up his over active toad and hugged him.

"I'm glad you'd never forget me Trevor. You're the only one I can ever talk to. You're the only one who doesn't pity me or treat me like garbage." Tears began streaking down Neville's face, but he made no move to wipe them off. Trevor looked at Neville curiously and nuzzled Neville's cheek softly, as though comforting the boy. Neville stroked the toad's head and, not really thinking, kissed the toad on the head gently. All of a sudden, there was a bright flash, lighting the room up, making it impossible to see anything.

Neville got thrown back against the wall harshly, and just sat there dazed until the brightness faded. As Neville adjusted his eyes, he saw a strange man of about 18 years of age with green hair sitting in front of him. The young man smiled widely at a frightened Neville. He started moving crawling closer to him, still having a huge grin plastered on his fair skinned face. His hair was messy and wild, every hair out of place. He sat back on his hind legs and waved.

"HIYA NEVVY!" He shouted at the still terrified Neville.

Neville looked wide eyed at the green haired man, who was still grinning widely at him. He tried to back up, but he was already against the wall. Realizing his wand was on his bed; he put his hands out defensively in front of him and slid down to the floor, covering his face.

"H-how do y-you know my name?" He asked the other young man in fear, who was now gleefully rocking back and forth and giggling. To Neville's pure surprise and horror, the crazy looking man leaped onto Neville's lap and hugged him, still smiling happily.

"It's me Trevor! D-d-don't you recognize me?" Trevor sniffled loudly, tears starting to stream down his pale face.

Neville stared disbelievingly at the man who still had his arms wrapped around him. "T-Trevor? H-how... Y-your human?"

"YEAH! I'm really a prince! See, like, it all began twelve years ago when I was… Um... Seven! Yeah... Heh heh... Seven's a cool number. Well, anyways, my parents didn't like me very much... They wanted my little brother to take the throne instead of me... I don't know why though! All I did was destroy important peace treaties and knock down irreplaceable jars of magical potions that were going to be used to cure fatal diseases...I told them it was an accident!

But even after I said sorry, they got really mad... And not just like, the normal mad. Like the time when I accidentally pushed our servant down the stairs and he broke his back. Or the time when I ate some rare magical healing herbs, not cause I was hungry, just cause I was bored. They got really, really mad. So they hired someone to turn me into a toad and sell me to a pet store. It was scary. The lady was scary... And short... Sooo short" The "prince" shuddered and sniffled loudly, then blew his nose on his hand and wiped it on the floor. After this, he continued his story.

"She let me keep my name though. But only because I attached myself to her head and wouldn't let go. That was before she turned me into a toad. And then somehow we came here! I don't know how though cuz I wasn't paying attention. So short story long, you came by one day and bought me! Thank you!" Trevor cried loudly and hugged Neville tighter.

Neville sat there, stunned. "This isn't happening… Y-you're just… Just a figment of my imagination! I-I'm just… So upset..."

Trevor's eyes opened wide in horror. "I-I'm n-not real! NOOOO!" He started sobbing uncontrollably.

Neville stared at the crying man, feeling his tears and feeling his arms wrapped around him. That either meant it was a horribly real hallucination, or that Trevor was truly there and human. "O-ok so maybe... You are real... But... How was the... Curse you had on you lifted?"

Trevor smiled wistfully. "You kissed me! That broke it! Course mom and dad thought some twisted perverted person would do it. But I don't think you are!" Trevor told him happily.

A bit fazed by the "twisted perverted part" Neville still wasn't fully convinced. "Ok, if you really are Trevor then prove it."

Trevor frowned slightly, trying to think, which looked obviously painful for the man. "When you were four, you had woken up in the middle of the night cuz you wet the bed. You were crying really hard and your teddy pajamas were soaked. Your Grandma cleaned it up with a spell and looked angry. You looked like you were gonna cry, so I jumped over and sat on your lap for the rest of the night." Trevor smiled importantly.

Neville merely looked surprised that Trevor had remembered that, as he hardly remembered it. "Well, I uh... Guess that could mean you're really Trevor. Did you really have to use that past incident though?" Trevor smiled and nodded. Neville sighed. Just as he was about to attempt to say something, Neville heard footsteps. He didn't know what would happen if his classmates found Trevor... But he doubted they would believe this man was Trevor. He wasn't so sure himself. But he needed some time to think before he immediately just cast "Trevor" away.

"Trevor, hide!" Trevor just kept hugging Neville.

"NO your warm!"

"Pleeease! There's no time! Just go under my bed!" Trevor sniffled and started to tear up.

"YOU HATE ME!" He was on the verge of sobbing when Neville shoved him under the bed and closed the curtain around it. Moments later, Harry, Ron and Hermione walked in.

"Hey Neville!" Ron called cheerily to him. "They've decided to have a surprise Hogsmeade trip today. Do you wanna come with us?" The grin on Ron's face was obviously fake. Neville sighed slightly, sort of wanting to go, but knowing that he would end up being ignored. He also knew this was probably a plan from Hermione to try to make him feel better. He appreciated it, but didn't want to be a burden to them.

"Um thanks, but I really don't..." Just then, he felt a tug on his robes. He looked down and saw a hand pulling on his robes. He moved closer to the curtain, so that Trevor's hand was concealed. Harry raised an eyebrow at him curiously. Hermione stepped on Harry's foot. He winced then walked over to Neville.

"Please come with us Neville. We really want you to." He could tell Harry was sincere, but he couldn't let Trevor stay by himself.

"No, it's alright. You all can go ahead. But thanks for carrrriiii..." Neville felt two hands start to violently tickle his sides. He moved even further back, trying to hide his discomfort.

"You ok Neville?" Hermione asked kindly. Neville nodded.

"I'm fine. Really though, you guys should just go. I'm gonna get some rest."

Ron looked slightly relieved, Harry looked a little concerned, and Hermione looked accepting.

"Well alright." Hermione told him kindly. "If you're sure. Come on guys..." She glared daggers at Ron who was still looking happy Neville wouldn't be going. She dragged Ron out, and Harry followed behind. Neville waved uncomfortably. Once they were out of sight, Neville grabbed the hands that were violating him and pulled Trevor out.

"Hello!" He cried happily. Neville glared.

"Why did you tug my robes and then tickle me?"

"There was a loose thread... It looked lonely... So I pulled it off! And then, you looked sad, so I tickled you to cheer you up!" He nodded his head up and down profusely "So... Your grandma died?"

"Y-yeah..." Neville said sadly. Trevor looked at him caringly.

"Was she the one with that scary hat? I didn't like that hat... It scared me..." Trevor sniffled sadly. Neville smiled at the memory at his Gran's vulture hat.

"Yeah... It used to scare me too... B-but I'd… give anything… to… see her again... wearing that hat..." Neville felt tears streaming down his cheeks. Trevor reached over and wiped the tears off and embraced Neville tightly.

"I know how you feel... When I was younger...I-I-I had a hamster..."

"S-so your hamster died?"

"Yeah... At least I think it did... I threw the bastard out my window cuz it bit me. Trevor started crying. "It hurt so much! I don't know what that had to do with anything... I'm so sorry!" He started sobbing. Neville smiled slightly.

"You haven't changed much since you were eight have you?"

"Yes I have! I think I've matured greatly!" Trevor, who was lying down, tried to stand up, hitting his head on the four post bed in the process.

"OWCHY I HAVE A BOOBOO!" He cried out. Neville couldn't help it... He started to laugh.

"Come here, let me see it." Neville told him, and pulled a crying Trevor close, feeling warmth spread through him.

"Looks alright to me." He said. Trevor smiled and started jumping wildly around the room in complete happiness.

"OOO what's that?" He picked up Neville's wand off the bed. Examining it closely, he cried out with glee and recognition.

"Cool it's a wand! Let me try something!" Before Neville could protest, Trevor waved it and rave music started playing. Trevor laughed and started break dancing in the center of the floor. Neville just watched in shock. In the middle of it all, the music suddenly stopped. Trevor yawned and lay down, falling immediately asleep.

Neville stood in shock for a few moments, then he carefully put the sleeping Toad Prince in the bed, careful not to awaken him, and smiled to himself.

"Well, this has got to be the strangest day of my life..." He sat down next to the sleeping man and soon enough, fell asleep himself, feeling sad, frustrated, and warm.

A/N: So what do ya think? Any questions/comments/concerns? Review or write me at Thank you for your reviews! I imagine Trevor with an American accent, (course he's not really from America...just the way I imagine him talking... I'll go more into his origin in later chapters... when I come up with it...;) with a hair cut like Sora's from Kingdom Hearts, but not as big. (And no, he's not from Japan...) Well, thank you in advance for any reviews and any flames I receive. I must stop typing now as it is 3 am. Which isn't too late for me. Ya'll come back now ya'here! WELL DO YA! BWHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...falls asleep profusely...yes that's right...profusely...