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Chapter 2: Trevor Strikes!
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Neville was having very strange dreams. In his dream he had gone to his grandmother's house, but it was all distorted. The hallways were upside down and twisted. He desperately wanted to get to his room, but kept falling through loose floor boards. When he finally reached his room, he opened the door and there on his bed was his grandmother's hat. It started to float around the room, making weird screeching noises.
Neville grabbed it when it got near him. He looked inside of it, assuming there was something making that sound. It was too dark, so he reached inside and pulled out... A hamster with red eyes and an evil grin.
Suddenly he was awoken by a frantic shaking.
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"NEVILLE! SPEAK TO MEEEEEE!" Trevor cried out at the top of his lungs. He was on the edge of hysterics, tears forming at the edges of his eyes.
Neville's eyes shot open and looked at who was shaking him so drastically. He was the least bit surprised when he saw who had awoken him. He attempted to sit up, but was pushed back down by the hysterical Trevor.
"What was that for?" Neville asked while rubbing his eyes, still weary. Trevor flung his arms around Neville, squeezing the life out of him. Neville tried to get out of the death-grip, but was harshly pinned to the bed and managed to only free some of his face, allowing him to breathe a little more freely.
"I thought you were dead!" He started to cry and Neville found he could not stay mad at the green haired man. He sighed loudly and wrapped his arms around the sobbing man. Trevor was now starting to hiccough.
"Don't worry... I was just sleeping." Trevor wiped his eyes and hugged him closer.
"B-but your f-face was all p-pale and cold! You looked dead... A-are you sure your not dead Neville? Cause you can tell me if you are... I-I'll understand..." Trevor said, trying not to cry even harder. Neville smiled softly at the overly concerned prince.
"Don't worry, I'm not dead... And if I ever do die, I'll be sure to tell you." Trevor wiped his nose and sniffled. Neville took that opportunity to sit up, making it so he could breathe freely. Trevor was now stretched vertically across Neville's lap, his hands wrapped around his shoulders.
"Really? You promise?" He asked, looking at Neville wide eyed, with the innocence and demeanor of a five year old.
"Promise." Trevor grinned widely and started giggling happily. He then released Neville from his death-grip, rolled over to the side of the bed, and sat up.
"I'm hungryyyy." Trevor whined. He frowned and clutched his stomach. Neville glanced at him, surprised at how quickly Trevor's mood had changed. He then glanced at the time. It was 5:15 pm.
"Oh... It's almost time for dinner..." Fear gripped Neville suddenly. He really didn't want to face anyone. Not just yet. He had tried to avoid people for the whole week and had for the most part because Dumbledore had his meals sent to the room for the week. He knew most would understand. But didn't want to feel their pity towards him. He had always gotten pity by many people... and hated it. He was supposed to be brave not pathetic. Trevor though, didn't notice Neville's fear stricken face. He smiled gleefully.
"YAY! FOOD!" Trevor bounded across the floor, and then back again to Neville, attaching himself to Neville again. Neville knew he had to go down soon. Before Trevor got too out of control and to get everything over with as soon as possible. He knew people were going to bring up his Gran. He knew they would try to be understanding, but really they couldn't.
No one except maybe Harry, who had also lost his parents and had just recently lost someone important to him, his Godfather. But no one else would be able to understand what he was going through. And he knew Harry would too eventually go back to ignoring him. But if he didn't go down now, it would just be worse later. He mustered up his courage and looked at Trevor, squarely in the eyes.
"Ok Trev, you just stay here. I'll be back in about ten minutes with some food." He tried to pry Trevor off of him, but he just held on tighter, almost suffocating Neville.
"Can I come, pweese?" Trevor begged. He pouted pathetically, but it was no avail to Neville, who could be quite stubborn when he wanted to.
"Look...if anyone finds out your here, who knows what they'll do." Neville reasoned with the toad prince. Trevor started to tear up, but Neville still stood his ground. Finally, Trevor broke down into hysterics once again, his eyes watering up pathetically.
"YOU HATE ME!" Trevor immaturely accused, and started sobbing helplessly. Neville sighed and hugged him, feeling surprisingly warm inside. He had never really comforted anyone and actually made a difference. He felt, well...He couldn't describe it.
"I just don't want anything to happen to you Trev." Neville told him comfortingly. He wiped some of the tears off Trevor's face. Trevor released Neville a little.
"Okay, you can go. I'll be good." He let go of Neville.
"Don't worry, I'll be right back. Don't touch anything while I'm gone." Neville told him sternly.
"But..." He was cut off as Neville put a finger the green haired man's lips.
"No buts. Now, I've got to go. I'll be back in a little while." He walked out hastily before Trevor could protest anymore. On the way to the Great Hall, he saw his reflection in a mirror hanging on a wall inside of a hallway. He was a complete mess...his hair in disarray and his face still red.
"Are you actually going somewhere looking like that?" His reflection asked disgustedly. "Please fix yourself up before going out in public." Neville sighed and nodded. He put his hand in his hair and started to brush it out a bit, as not having a comb with him. He did this while walking, and unfortunately, could not watch where he was walking. CRASH! Neville had run head first into a figure that had hastily been walking down the hall.
Books, pieces of parchment paper, ink, and pens scattered all over the floor. The figure cursed under his breath. A dazed Neville glanced up. Of course, with his tremendous amount of good luck, he had just knocked over Draco Malfoy. A very angry looking Draco Malfoy.
"What the bloody hell is wrong with you Longbottom!" The tall blonde haired boy grabbed Neville by the collar of his robe and held him slightly above the ground, a sneer playing across his thin lips. Neville felt a wave of fear rise up through him as he saw the maliciousness of it. The cold Malfoy glare held no sign of care or even the slightest bit of compassion. All they held were cold fury and contempt for anyone who got in his way.
"You know, I'm not surprised your grandmother died... I'm surprised she didn't die sooner. I mean if I were related to you, I'm sure I'd either kill myself or die of embarrassment." He slammed Neville against the wall and took out his wand.
"I think you need some punishment for messing up my papers. Who knows, maybe it'll also give you some balls, as I am not even sure you have any." He raised his wand and Neville winced and closed his eyes. But before Draco could do anything, a bright light came out of nowhere and pummeled the taller boy to the ground, where he laid sprawled out. Neville felt arms immediately around him. He looked up and saw none other than the toad prince. He looked worried. Again, Neville had felt that strange warmth. No one had ever worried about him without pitying him. Trevor was surprisingly quite strong, and Neville relaxed a little.
"You ok Nevvie! He wasn't very nice, was he? Don't worry about what he says. I'm sure your balls are fine." Neville, although feeling a little embarrassed from the ball thing, smiled slightly.
"Didn't I tell you to stay in the room?" He scolded lightly. Trevor smiled and held out his hand. In it, was a black button that was from Neville's robe.
"You forgot your button!" He placed it in Neville's hand and smiled widely, the innocence back. Neville pocketed the button. Neville glanced over at Malfoy.
"How did you do that?" He asked, greatly amazed at the hyperly innocent Trevor. Trevor merely grinned.
"Well, see, first I asked myself, 'What should I do?'. Then, you know, I figured I had to do what was right in my heart! So I put out my hand like this!" With that Trevor stuck out his hand. "Then, ok, this was the hard part. I bent over... And picked up the button. Did you get all that? I know, confusing huh? But it is possible..." Trevor nodded all-knowingly. Neville smiled slightly to himself.
"No, I mean... How did you do that to him?" He pointed to where Draco lay, breathing but knocked out.
"OH! I dunno! I guess I was really mad, huh?" Trevor smiled, and then frowned at the sound of his stomach growling. "Nevillle... I'm really, really, really, really hungryyy..." He looked like he was about to cry.
"Alright we ca-" He stopped short as he heard loud, dominating footsteps, just a little ways down the hallway.
"They don't pay me enough for this..." A voice grumbled loudly. Neville gasped.
'Professor Snape!' He thought and then groaned at realization. There was a strange man with green hair that didn't go to Hogwarts and Professor Snape's favorite student was lying in the middle of the hall, out cold.
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A/N: Thank you all who have read thus far and have enjoyed it (and those who haven't ). Sorry bout makin' Draco so mean! (Harry/Draco fics are my favorite so it hurt me as much as it hurt you) But I had to have Neville have even more reasons to fear Snape and… uhh... yeah... anyway I am rambling on and on and on...and on...Ok I'll stop now... Anyway review please even if you hate it (and if you hate it give me advice to make your reading pleasure better.) Thank you all again!
