Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling so there is sadly no way Harry Potter is mine…

Placing:6years after the first war.

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The first thing Neville noticed after regaining his memories was the fish swimming up and down in front of his eyes.

The fish was silvery, big and was opening and closing its mouth slowly while gawking at Neville.

Neville blinked and followed the fish's tail with his eyes slowly.

For a moment he had to resist the urge to mimic the fish with opening and closing his mouth.

He would not gawk at a fish!

Then he noticed something else important.

He was out of breath.

His lungs hurt as well…

"Huh," Neville thought with a frown. "Looks like I need to breathe again…"

The next thing he noticed was that he was wet, enclosed in water and about to drown with his clothes pulling him under.

For a moment, Neville was confused.

Then he connected the dots.

"Oh, Blackpool pier," he thought while casting a wandless bubble-head charm around his head. "Wait! Wasn't that sometime before Hogwarts?"

He mused over that important question some, before coming to the next important one.

"Wonder what time Luna send us to – and why she altered the plans?"

Neville frowned thinking about it for a second or two before he tried to remember when the whole Blackpool pier incident had happened.

"Summer," he remembered. "I was… am… eight? No, seven… no, not yet. I'm six, going on seven in a few weeks."

Neville wondered if it made a difference if he was not yet seven in the grand scheme of things. He guessed not.

"Wonder why Luna decided to bring us back to when we were seven… or six," he mused. "Or was it Malfoy who did it?"

For a moment he searched his memories for a reason why Malfoy could have decided to bring them back that far…

"Whatever," he finally decided. "We're back, that's it."

He guessed that there were some more important things to think about right now.

Neville looked back at the fish in front of him.

The silvery fish opened its mouth and closed it, gawking at him.

"Wonder how long Uncle Algie will leave me under water," Neville mused.

Then another thought hit him.

"How long does it take until someone drowns?" He frowned, then shrugged it off. With his bubble-head charm, he wouldn't have to worry about drowning...

"Gran will come by some time in the future," he said to himself. "Guess that at least then Uncle Algie will go and look for me…"

Then he wondered how long it would take for his Uncle Algie to panic or even to notice that Neville wasn't coming up or trying to leave the water anymore. Neville was sure that he had to be beneath the water for at least three or four minutes already since he regained his memories…

"Maybe I should… naw, he'll live even if I don't do it," Neville decided his strategy. There was no way he would try to fight his way up towards the surface this time around.

Of course, Neville could come up from under the water and hex his uncle for daring to try and drown him – but there were far easier ways for his uncle to learn not to mess with Neville anymore.

"There's also something else I can do except of trying to get out of the water," Neville thought before making his way to the ground.

The fish still gawked at him and followed.

Neville looked at the fish, feeling a little bit weirded out by its behaviour, but in the end he shrugged and turned his attention to more interesting things.

There were some very interesting water plans down here…

Neville decided to use his time under water reasonably. He started to search the ground and when he found some interesting plants, he dug them out.

"Must be about seven to ten minutes since I gained my memories," Neville thought absentmindedly and then shrugged. "Whatever."

Either his Gran or his Uncle Algie would start to search for him some time in the future, Neville was sure about that. They wouldn't leave him where he was, definitely.

"I wonder if Gran will vivisect Uncle Algie or just right out tortures him to dead when she finds out that he threw me into the water and lost me," Neville wondered. Then he shrugged.

"Whatever," he decided. "He will think about his actions twice in the future – without me having to go all out trained-wizard on him…"

With that thought Neville returned to digging.

It took another ten minutes until he was forcefully dragged out of the water by a spell.

The moment Neville had left the water he saw his grandmother who was pointing the wand at him. She was pale, but there was also a furious glint in her eyes that told Neville that his Uncle Algie would have a hard time to convince her that he was allowed to go anywhere near Neville in the next time if ever.

Neville blinked at his Gran and then pocketed the last plants he had been able to dig out from the ground of the water.

"Neville?" Her voice was shaking a bit and Neville raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yes, Gran?" He asked.

"Are… are you well?" She asked and Neville could see the concern in her eyes. It seemed as if finding him still underwater had given her a shock.

"Should I be something else?" He asked her interestedly.

"I told you the boy is fine," his Uncle said in that moment. "He might be a squib but he's not a wimp."

Neville stared at his uncle.

Then he rolled his eyes at him and brushed down his wet clothes, freeing them from the water while being at it.

Neville was not too good with wandless magic, but simple spells like a drying charm or a bubble-head charm were well in his repertoire.

"Truly, Uncle," Neville said sighing while removing the last bit of water from his clothes. "I'm quite aware that you're old and maybe half-blind, but even you should have noticed long ago that there's no way that the word 'squib' fits me."

His uncle gawked, his eyes still staring at Neville's now dry robes.

Neville just raised an eyebrow at his uncle.

His grandmother on the other hand wasn't as speechless as Uncle Algie.

"Neville! Oh, my boy! You can do magic!" She said with tears in her eyes.

Neville just stared at his grandmother blankly.

"Of course I can," he said as a matter of fact. "I'm a wizard, Gran."

She blinked at him without understanding.

Neville just sighed.

"Honestly, Gran," he said. "I've been able to control my magic for years now. Do you truly think that I wouldn't have noticed by now if I hadn't any?"

"Control?" His Uncle asked, nearly choking on the word.

Neville just raised another eyebrow at his uncle.

"Please, Uncle," he said coolly. "How else do you think I survived beneath the water just now? If I wouldn't have magic, I would have long since drowned."

His uncle's eyes widened at those words.

Neville on the other hand turned towards his grandmother.

"We're going home now, I guess?" He asked her. "I found some plants I need to send a friend of mine while they're still fresh, you know."

His grandmother blinked, totally thrown by her shy grandson's behaviour.

"Friend?" She asked confused. "When did you make a friend, Neville?"

Neville thought about that question. In the end, he decided to be truthful – well, truthful enough for the circumstances.

"Today," he told her.

His grandmother frowned at him.

"A muggle, Neville?" she asked with concern in her voice.

"Of course not, Gran," Neville replied amused. "I wouldn't plan to send them plants with an owl if they were muggle, Gran. I know that muggles don't use owl-post."

"Then who?"

Neville just smiled at her.

"Don't worry, Gran, they're the right sort, you'll see," he replied amused. "We're going home now?"

His grandmother blinked again, clearly unsure what to do with her suddenly so confident and grownup grandson.

"Yes," she finally said slowly. "We're going home now, Neville."

"Good," Neville said nodding before coming up to her so that she could put her arm around him to apparate them both.

His Uncle Algie stared at them.

"Augusta?" He asked, looking even more confused than Neville's gran.

With that he reminded Neville that he was still there.

"Oh, Uncle," Neville said. "Before I forget it: You can forgo to come by for a while. I will make sure as the last heir of the main branch of the Longbottom family you will not be allowed to enter Longbottom manor for a while – not after trying to get the heir killed."

His uncle gawked.

"Nev…"

"Don't try it, Uncle," Neville interrupted him. "Even if I had been a squib I'm still the heir. Trying to kill me is nothing House Longbottom should acquiesce to. We are an Ancient and Noble House after all."

His uncle's eyes widened.

"Neville!" He said, sounding totally afraid now.

It was Neville's grandmother who spoke up this time around.

"He's right, Algie," she said coolly. "I won't object to his ruling. Neville might be young, but he is the heir – I am proud that he's already willing to accept his place in this world!"

And while Algie was still gawking, Neville's grandmother apparated them away.

Ten minutes later Neville had send his letter with one of the owls.

"Let's see how long Malfoy'll need to puzzle this one out," Neville said amused to himself. "Originally I planned on at least twelve years of sleep. Let's see how grumpy they are if we wake them early."

"Neville!" His Gran called in that moment. "Your mother's friend is on the floo. She wants to ask if you want to come by and talk to them!"

Neville frowned.

"Whose mother, Gran?" He asked a bit confused.

"Your friend's, Neville," the grandmother said sighing. "The friend you met today in Diagon Alley – young Miss Lovegood!"

"Ah!" Neville said amused. "Her... I'm coming, Gran!"

With that he was off to throw the world even deeper into chaos.

What a fun way to start a new try at life…

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Well, Neville's back as well. I hope you liked his entrance...

'Till next time.

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