Summary: Neville's grandmother passes away and he finally decided to live life the way he wishes too. A new inheritance, nice Slytherins, and evil Gryfindors, my oh my. Will Neville succeed in his new life? Eventual slash. NL/DM

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Note: This is my first story ever so please be nice. I don't mind constructive criticism and new ideas to improve my writing. Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Alice Barbier?

The next morning he was rudely awaken by a man coming through his fireplace. Having have slept in the living room his neck did not appreciate the chair. 'Note to self: do not sleep in chair' Neville thought while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Mr. Longbottom I presume?" Asked the well dressed man.

"Yes, that would be me. And you are?" Neville asked rudely.

"My apologies sir, my name is Arnold Redwood from the attorney's office. I'm hear to finalize the legal and financial dealings for the recently deceased Mrs. Longbottom." The man responded enthusiastically.

'It is far too early to be this happy' Neville thought while looking at Mr. Redwood with a small glare.

Redwood placed his briefcase on the coffee table and took out various forms and documents. Neville took one and scanned through it.

"I suppose we should get this done then?" Neville said.

Mr. Redwood went into great detail about what money was left from his grandmother and what was expected during the funeral. Not being surprised by any of these details he shrugged it off and offered up tea.

"There is another thing Mr. Longbottom. Since you will reach your age of majority this summer you will inherit your parents accounts as well as your mother's fortune. However due to recent events the law allows you have access to these assets immediately since you are the only heir to the Barbier name." Redwood stated cautiously.

'Fortune? Since when did mother have a fortune'. Before even asking these questions Mr. Redwood told Neville that his mother was the only daughter of the deceased Barbier family. This French rooted family was as old as the Malfoy's though not as rich. Redwood handed Neville the papers to sign to access his new accounts and then left. He couldn't believe the number he saw when looking at his family's assets. 'A few well placed stocks and his fortune could easily one day exceed that of the Malfoy family. Wouldn't that put Draco Malfoy in his place. Why do I live in a cottage again? No matter a few upgrades and this place could be great.' Neville thought and smirked almost evilly.

A week later Neville decided that is was time to lay his grandmother to rest. No one knew of Augusta Longbottom's funeral except her old friends and Neville. He wanted to tell some of his friends, but figured it waste. 'They never acknowledge my existence unless I'm in there direct line of sight. Friends indeed' Neville thought sadly. A few well spoken words and that was that for the funeral. He felt kind of guilty for not feeling more upset about her passing, but he just finally stopped caring. Everyone in his family was either dead or incapacitated in some way. Getting upset about it was just wasted energy. 'Besides she never really thought him much as family anyway.'