[A/N: This is my first story, so please be nice =)
DISCLAIMER: And by the way, my name is not Joanne Rowling, so unfortunately HP does NOT belong to me, though it really is such a shame...]
(~ss~ - means something is spoken in Parseltongue;
'ergh' - thoughts;)
Chapter Three:
Help from an Unexpected Person.
[Longbottom Mansion]
Neville Frank Longbottom, new Lord of the House of Longbottom, threw the 'Daily Prophet' into the fireplace.
'Merlin, how can they do this? When Harry and I voted for Weasley as the new Minister, I never thought something like this could happen.' - thought the man, as he paced around the greenhouse. Gone was the chubby stuttering boy, the Neville of today was a strong and confident wizard, war hero and receiver of Order of Merlin I Class. During his childhood his hair resembled straw, but now it was well groomed and its' color lightened slightly and was almost golden.
'More importantly, what can we do to undo this madness? At this rate not only will the Dark Families be extinct, but most of the Purebloods as well, not to mention the Creatures...' - and then a plausible solution came to his mind - 'I'll have to run this through Harry first, but it is as rather promising idea...'
Neville rushed to the fireplace, threw in some Floo powder and with a shouted "12, Grimmauld Place" dissapeared in tall green flames.
[12, Grimmauld Place]
Potter had just managed to send Dora to her mother's place, when the fire turned green and in came Neville, whom Harry hadn't seen since the elections. For a few moments all he could do was stare at how much his friend changed and then a wide grin appeared on his face:
"Nev, wow, this is a surprise! What brings you here?"
The other wizard gave him a tired smile which did not reach his eyes:
"Can you really say it's a surprise? We helped him get into office and now he does something this horrible!" - exclaimed Neville, as he sat down onto the couch that stood near the window and faced the desk, where Harry set surrounded by tons of books - "I decided to try and arrange safe passage to France, Bulgaria and Romania for those who fall under these disgusting laws. And obviously I'm going to need your help."
Harry gaped at Neville for a moment and then thumped his head on the table:
"Merlin, Nev, you're a genius! Here I am buried in books and you just waltz in and already have solution!"
Longbottom snorted and Harry's pity party and shook his head:
"It's not a solution, it's just a way to save as many people as we can, it's only short term, after all we can't send every one that's not muggleborn out of the country. The real solution has to be found..."
Potter growled under his breath and cursed:
"Fuck, why can't things be easy for once! You know, at this point I would really give anything to be able to go back in time and prevent this from happening... if only it was possible that is..."
At those words Lord Longbottom froze and studied his friend closely:
"You know, Potter, that might actually work..." - he said, as he thought hard to remember what he read about the theory of Time-Travel - "You'll obviously have to be the one to go... I think I even saw that book in your library..."
Then Neville bolted from the sofa and out of the room, leaving Harry imitating a fish.
'Did that really happen?' - he thought excitedly - 'Merlin, finally something good happened... I hope Nev finds the book and we can get this done quickly...'
[A/N: and that's it. I know it's rather short, but on the other hand the time-travel ritual will be in the very next chapter =)
I also thank all the people who've read and reviewed this, you're really helping me with inspiration.]