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I do not own Harry Potter or any of its affiliates, nor do I profit from this body of work, because I did not write Harry Potter. I am simply a fan who likes to imagine what if I was the author, JK Rowling, if I was, it might have looked a lot like this….

Chapter Two: Plunging Into a Reversal Fortune

It was another cold dark windy November night nearly 22 years later….

Shivering slightly, the man wrapped his cloak tighter around his shoulders. He ran to the greenhouse and began hurriedly casting his most powerful warming spells on the plants. 'GRR ! Stupid Early Frost! There goes the harvest of Danali Cacti spines.' He thought.

Suddenly a shape appeared in the clouds, making its way toward him despite being buffeted about by the wind. 'How odd! I don't usually get owls. 'As he watched in the pitch darkness of the night, he was barely able to make out a black raven that lit on his shoulder, dropping its bundle of mail from its beak into his palm. This really caught his attention. He had never heard of using a raven to deliver mail. He opened the envelope which said," Read first." The writing was scratchy and jagged and messy as if someone had hastily written it, and read the following:

Dear Sir,

You do not know me, but I have known you since the moment you first drew your first breath. I have been constrained by my sister Skuld from coming to introduce myself until very recently. My sister Wyrd and I have recently escaped and so I am free to tell you all I have in my heart.

As hard as this will be to accept, you were never meant to live as you have lived these past 22 years. Your Moira, (or your Portion of Destiny) has been greatly short-changed. You were never meant to know inferiority, never meant to be weak or small, nor were you ever supposed to question whether you were a squib or not. You are owed a great deal, the order of the universe is out of balance… and I came to set things in order.

Therefore, it is imperative that you listen to me and do exactly as I ask.

First, on a cold night, Christmas in fact, your parents were visited by a group of men and one woman, a Belatrix Lestrange was among them, and on that day after she was through torturing your parents she entered your bedroom. She was consumed by misplaced loyalty and fear about the prophecy against her beloved Dark Lord Voldemort and placed several hexes you. My sister Skuld had warned her of the fate of her beloved Master. Know this, I wished to come and help you before now but my younger sister Skuld had made a deal with Belatrix and so it was that until her death. One the day Bellatrix died you began to become freed from this dark magic.

Originally she placed the following Hexes upon you:

1. 75% Block on your Magical Core

2. 40% Block on your Metabolism

3. and several personality alterations, (including a very powerful timidity spell)

At her death 4 years ago Belatrix's hexes began to slowly wear down but they are still largely in place. I have tried with only marginal success to pay to you your Moira but sadly your hexes have been fighting me all along the way. I intend to pay you all the days of fortune you are owed, but I need your help. Please go as soon as possible to the goblin kind and ask them to look for Level 9 AAA Long-term, deep penetrating spells. When you have done so please come back to your Herbology Shop and on the darkest night during the New Moon at midnight and in your great garden… Open the second letter. In that letter you will be paid your Moira.

Verthandi

'Oh God! This burns! What is happening?... Why can I not remember? I knew it! I knew one day Bellatrix would find me… I knew that she would one day Crucio me, just as she had my parents. Is this what it felt like for them?… Do they live forever in this mind numbing place. If so no wonder they never fought to come back to reality… back to me.' Neville Longbottom thought.

Fire seemed to be burning its way into every pore of his skin. With time the fires subsided and all that was left was the numbing sensation… the inability to remember... to think straight. And then the fire eased enough for him to return to consciousness...

Neville tentatively opened his eyes. Utter blackness still surrounded him. But as he watched he noticed that it pulsed slightly greyer every once and a while.

Taking a deep breath, he took stock of his injuries. Actually, it seemed he was not burned after all. It did seem as if his whole being were statically charged though. Neville felt the sensation of being cocooned in something warm and hard and heavy. He pushed against this cocoon and felt it shift ever so slightly and saw that a warm incandescing light slipping through the crevice his struggle had created. The light jolted him and caused is brain to shake of even more of the lethargic hold that unconsciousness mind had upon him. Light… there seeping through the crack was light.

'What am I doing here? Why I am in warmth and darkness?… and what is this blue-grey light seeping through this crack.' Neville thought trying to shake his head to shake out the confusion, but was irritated when the hard, smooth cocoon would not allow him to move even slightly.

It was then that the memories began to resurface...

'… The strange letter delivered by a raven… the news that a spell had Bellatrix might have preformed a very deep penetrating spell on him. The days spent anguishing over whether the raven had delivered the note to the wrong person?…

...wondering whether he should even trust that this was not some trick?..

...or if dark magic were not the source of it all?…

...wondering whether he should even trust those goblin kind?

In the end it had been Harry who had convinced him. Harry had said that "Griphook was a nice enough goblin who had helped so much during the war. ….'

_Then Then he had walked into Gringots Bank….

How long had that been? A Day? ; A Year?; A Week?...' ,of that Neville was not sure.

The memories flew by faster then…

The goblins obtaining physical and magical specimens of his body…

the long wait in Griphooks quarters… poking and prodding…

The report that indeed every spell the letter had reported and quite a few more been performed on him….

Chizbolt and Nuzak High Goblin King and Prime Minister's consultation with Dumbeldore's portrait , while he waited quietly outside of Nuzak's office…

The terror and fear in their eyes as the Goblins fled from the room dragging him behind them….

Every spare goblin clearing away the articles in the Longbottom Fault…

All of his friends gathering, speaking in hushed awe-filled tones and looking at him, with the pity of one looking at a dying man...

Then feeling betrayed as he heard Harry, Ron and Hermione shout the same spell they had used all those years ago when they snuck out to face Voldermont…. Petrificus Totalus …

...and then watching as every crystal that seemed to copiously crowd the Longbottom Vault was piled all around and on top of him.

The last thing he saw as the last crystal was placed on him like the final clots of dirt over a tomb was to Hermione's tear stained face and Rolf Scamander comforting Luna Lovegood…

...Jealousy had stabbed his heart then as it always did when he saw them together… he had always meant to say something to his friend… meant to say she was so much more to him than just a friend… but sadly he had been far too timid, and in the end it has been Rolf who had said it... had been Rolf to win her… been Rolf to have the joy of making her his wife.

Hannah had come and it was Hannah who had one day grown so jealous and possessive of him,she had refused to allow Luna and him to be friends and then had it had hurt.. even embarrassed him, when she left, he had accepted it, and even helped to break the binding spell that held them together, it had been then that he had realized that it was no use,he had always loved Luna, would always love Luna, and if that meant he died an old bachelor wizard than so what!

...And then there had been blackness and pain. He had wished for his wand then so that he could see, he hated that this had felt a lot like being buried alive and then he had felt the stirring of an electrical charge…

_…and then nothing utter blackness until now when this tiny crevice of blue-grey light had somehow broken through all that … He stared at the light transfixed.

Irritation stirred "God I just gotta be free of this suffocating heavy cocoon I am in", He screamed.

At the mere thought, it was as if the cocoon exploded from the inside out. What he saw first frightened him. Goblins and friends alike were running for cover holding their ears and covering their terrified faces. Neville looked behind himself to see who they were looking at and found no one behind him. Alarmed Neville looked around. All around him were piles of crystals, crystals were what had surrounded him. Some were smoky and blackened like light bulbs after they have burned out, clear but smoky black. Some were opaque and glowed with pulsing Blue-grey light. 'That must have been what that light was I saw in there. Neville thought and then looked back at his friends…Ginny stood dumb-founded… as if he were a stranger to her.

"Ginny, Bloody hell what is wrong with you… what is wrong with you all… you look at me as if you do not even know me. "He began.

She stayed looking at him… looking at him as if he were the most frightening thing in this Wizarding World.

Really Irritated now, he began, "Ginny! For crying out loud it's me Neville. Stop staring at me before you pop your eyes out of your head"

Instantly Ginny began to scream and Harry moved to shield her. "Neville! Stop this stop this right now! Can't you see you are hurting her." He screamed.

"Wait a second," Neville began, I am not cast…. and then stopped abruptly!

As Neville watched he saw that Ginny's eyes were bulging out, even more... the comical surprise became a grotesque grimace of agony and blood was running out of her eye sockets.

"Neville Longbottom gain control of your thoughts right this instant and command that Magic stop trying to hurting Ginny's eyes." Hermione spoke to him sternly.

That was all it took for him to realize what was happening. 'I wish that whatever is happening to make this happen would Stop! Leave her eyes alone!' he thought!

And instantly Ginny slumped to the ground and Hermione rushed to her pawing at her bag grabbing the Essence of Dittany. She was working so quickly, you could barely see her hands at work, while tears streamed down her face.

"Neville you had better learn to control your thoughts quickly, or everything you hold dear will be lost. Harry said bitterly as she worked.

"Harry, it's not his fault he doesn't know who or what he is." Ginny said finally coming out of her blackout, "I am fine now stop yelling at him, remember it is as if he just came into his creature inheritance."

'Creature inheritance? What the bloody heck is going on here', Neville thought, "What are you blokes going on about?… you know I never received a creature inheritance?"Neville said.

" I told you guys we should have told him first, but no everyone insisted that Neville should not spend his last few hours on this earth in terror, even though Dumbledore's portrait told you that this could all turn out all right." Hermione began," "Neville, no you did not receive your creature inheritance when you were supposed to, but you should have!" When you were a child Belatrix hexed you in ways that were viscous and cruel… but you already know that… but what you do not know is you are is a Midras.

Neville laughed a deep belly laugh and he was surprised and gratified to know it was real and deep. "A what Hermione; Hermione you can't possible believe that do you? He said through his laughter.

"Yes, Neville I do, because it's true!" she replied matter –of- factually.

"Oh Come on Hermione, I do believe you have been reading too much Beedle The Bard, I mean really those are just children's stories Hermione. There are no Midras anymore… maybe there never was.

"OK Neville How do you explain what just happened?" she said impatiently.

"Accidental magic is all. "He waved her off dismissively, "Please just shut up will ya." Suddenly Hermione's mouth disappeared as if she never had one. "

"Hahuhum, ha humph umph humph hum!" ,Hermione mumbled.

Neville could certainly follow her train of thought if not her words. It probably was something like this

"Neville Long Bottom give me back my mouth this instant!"... Definitely a howler, he grimaced and then ' thought, 'Talk then will you.'

"Neville", she began angrily, "Control yourself!"Hermione eyes would have shot bullets at Neville if she could. "Do you want us all to end up like Ginny?"

With that thought all Neville could think was he wanted to see Ginny to know she was alright. But in this semi darkness it was hard to make out anything but the barest of shapes. 'If only he had his wand he could make the whole chamber light up and he would be able to see she is alright.' He thought

Instantly the entire party shielded their eyes from the blinding light. This was followed by cries from everyone begging Neville to douse the light.

"Turn down the lights", Neville said. Suddenly the entire vault seemed to have lost all light; it was as if ever ray of light was suddenly gone.

In the darkness, Neville heard the voice of his one true love, Luna, "Neville I think what you need to be doing is to picturing the light at just the level you wish to see and then say light."

And at that moment he pictured the lights on enough to see her face clearly and said, "Light!" and instantly her face appeared with just the perfect amount of light.

"Good… Good, now what else can we picture. OK, you must be hungry it has been hours since you ate. What would you like to eat?" Luna asked.

Neville thought, 'Roast Beef Wellington and Bread pudding and…' The picture of a Hogwarts feast entered his head. When it did the Longbottom Vault was filled with the long tables, filled with all the foods he loved best from Hogwarts.

"Well folks we should all enjoy the bountiful feast", said Luna smiling. As they all sat around the tables, enjoying the company, Neville thought about the fact that it had been some time sense they had all gathered into one place like this… 'Since before the war.' he realized.

Suddenly everything disappeared, the food the tables… the chairs everything.

"OK, Hermione, tell me more about Midras!" Neville inquired.

"Midras are real. They a magical creatures and they use magic just like wizards but for a Midras it is more like magic oozing out of their being,whereas wizards just find some magic lying about to use. They (Midras) are very rare actually, but they do happen. When the Goblins found out you were actually a Midras they kind of went a little crazy really. When they realized that you were hexed for so long it was a very scary idea to them.

See think of it like this Neville …. Your average wizard can deal with only a certain amount of magic… and so they can use a wand and it will be able to channel that magic if swished and flicked and certain words are spoken. A Warlock would be the wizard who has developed the ability to perform magic as long as they have a wand in their hand, even if they do not speak anything or even without moving a wand. If a Warlock could be seen figuratively as trying to suck water from a tiny straw, a Mage is like sipping from the lip of a cup, the process is easier, less strenuous, and much more pleasant. If that is the case than a Midras can perform magic without a wand and without even having to say anything. Magic for you is actually really easy, it's like a river running through you unbound; unhampered by anything but your will.

So imagine this… What Belatrix did to you was a lot like damming up a river and trying to hold it back. When she died the goblins figure that her dam, if you will, started being eaten away. So by the time you got here and asked for help from the goblins, you were at a critical place. Think of it, what happens when a dam bursts?" she finished explaining. Neville started to picture what he thought would happen... and then stopped himself... "Hermione, Please stop asking me to picture things! Will you? He belted out! " Sorry Neville!" She apologized.

Neville sat mouth ajar realizing what had almost happened; and finally looked around… and looked closely at last at Ginny and the realization that he could have accidentally killed the girl who had danced the night away with him at the Yule Ball hit him.

"Ginny!" Neville rose suddenly alarmed, "I'm so sorry I never meant to hurt you!" He came wiping her blood off her face. Then he looked at Hermione and asked her to forgive him too.

"Neville we are her for you and we understand really we do!" Harry began, "But you are going to have to be so careful with all of us and try hard to use some self- control for all our sakes. " turning to Griphook he said," Have the crystals stored as much energy as they can?"

"Yes!" Griphook answered in the scathe voice he used for people who have just insulted him.

"Well I think that we should all be on our way to Saint Mungo's Hospital he will need the help of the Healers to gain the self- control he needs." Harry said turning to the door.

They all heard the Griphook's, " Hughrumph! " behind them and turned back around to face the goblin.

"Well sir I think that before you go there is the little matter of payment that needs to be discussed." The goblin began, "May I assume, Master Longbottom, that the usual method of payment can be expected?"

Neville Looked at him bewildered.

"And what might that payment form be?" Neville inquired.

"Five % of course." ,Griphook explained in his most pleasing and cheeriest voice a goblin could manage.

"Five % of what?" Neville asked becoming suspicious.

"Five% of these crystals of course", Griphook said in a most condescending way as if Neville must be stupid to not know or understand.

Neville Looked down and saw then, as he had always seen, a plethora of crystals… those things had cluttered Gram's house and filled the vaults. The mere sight of crystals in his home was enough to make him dislike them….

"Sure take them all if you like. Means nothing to me!" Neville started to say, but Hermione kicked him in the shin and his mouth clamped shut.

Hermione interjected. "What he means is take the whole 5 % if you want then."

Together the friends walked out of Gringots Bank and headed to St. Mungo's Hospital.

Once outside Neville asked Hermione, "What was that for?"

"Neville you may need them one day…. They are not just crystal anymore, they are storage containers of your magic. It was these crystals that protected the goblins and us all from the blast of your magic core being released. It was hard figuring that one out but in the end it was Dumbledore's portrait that had helped us find out what the safest way to contain your magic blast was. Hermione explained.

"Hang on" Neville said biting his lower lip," Now wait.. is that why they all turned opaque and started glowing like that, and what about the clear smoky crystals?

"Yes and... those were the ones you blew out ... Think of them like blown fuses." Hermione answered.

Neville shuddered to realize how close they all came to disaster, How close he had come to destroying all he held dear... innocent people... maybe even all of Diagon Alley. His face paled, and Hermione gave him a knowing look, that showed she realized that he finally grasped the seriousness of the situation.

"Harry grumbled, "God I wish we could get there without disappariting, I truly hate it!"

'Ok Let me picture Saint Mungo's Hospital and all of us there.' Neville thought and they were there… no longer squeezing through a disappariting tunnel. Just suddenly there!

"Thanks Neville!" Harry said.

Neville spent a month at St Mungo's Hospital getting instruction on how to control his magic. He learned to use crystals to store his excess magic. But he still seemed to have food show up when he was hungry… and people come and see him… well whether they wanted to or not.

Eventually he got over the shock of seeing how his body had changed. He has always been either short and fat or short and lanky…. But never had he been tall and burly. He was 6'5" now with strong chiseled face and lots of muscle. His eyes were a blue- grey and his hands were so large that they dwarfed the average man's hand.

But most amazing was the sense of power that coursed through him ... he felt like he could do anything … like anything he tried to do he would succeed.

Leaving St. Mungo's Hospital Neville felt like a new man, arriving back at the Herbolgy Shop, Neville sat at his desk and wondered at the life he had left behind. "Could I really come back to this life? What is really left to me anymore? he wondered aloud.

Neville's eyes fell upon the letter that had started it all... lying on the desk. 'How had they known?' he wondered, curious he read the letter again.

"…on the darkest night during the New Moon at midnight and in your great garden… Open the second letter. In that letter you will be paid your Moira…." He said aloud finishing.

'That's tomorrow night." he said after checking the moon phase's calculator.

The next night at midnight in his garden he had the second and third letter and imagined just enough light to read by and a dancing ball of light rose just above his shoulder shining about the amount of light a Muggle torch would shine on the letter and here is what it said…

Dearest Longbottom,

I see that you have finally left St. Mungos and have started adjusting to your new face, your new Magical powers and your creature inheritance. Almost but not quite… there is still those pesky old painful memories and all you were denied when your Moira was taken from you. I would venture to say you are just about now wondering how you could ever get back to life as it has been, so much is changed. When so much about you is different now. You would be right of course, to ask this question. You are probably wondering why I did not leave you in your old state if it would make you unhappy to live as you always have.

That question deserves an honest answer… and I am here to answer it. It's simple really… I never intend for you to return to your old life. In fact, I mean for you to go back and change your destiny back to the way it should have been.

In the next letter you will find a vial of pure time crystals…. Not those diluted crystals you find in time turners. No sir, these are the full shards of time. The power within these crystals could power millions of those time turners. When you finish this letter open the envelope of the third letter and break the vial on the ground. Take the letter and place it in the Healers inbox who helped you learn self-control.

Then you will have all the Moira that you are owed.

Verthandi

Neville fingered the other envelope and opened the seal. In the bottom of the envelope was a tiny sealed vial and a letter written in elegant handwriting of electric blue ink. Pulling out the letter and placing it in his pocket… he took the sealed vial and broke it casting it to the ground.

A very loud and powerful boom sounded in his ear, and suddenly time sped backwards so rapidly it made him noxious.

Meanwhile, back at the Herbology Shop...

...neighbors heard the noise and were roused from their sleep, only to fall almost as suddenly back into sleep. Cat's meowed as if suddenly startled, and bats and mice ran for cover, as the flash of light filled the air around Neville. And then with a slight hiss Neville disappeared, never to be heard from again.

SO MANY QUESTIONS!
SO FEW ANSWERS!
ALL WILL BE REVEALED!

While you read, think on these questions.

1. When in time did Neville go?

2. Who is Rolf?

(By the way ... on Harry Potter Wikipedia Luna marries Rolf Boo! Hiss!)

3. Why did the Longbottom Vault contain so many crystals anyway?

4. Why was it important to use crystals to drain Neville powers, and will he get them back?

Answer these questions in the comments and we will try our best to respond.

Watch as we Neville as he travels to a place he could only Imagine..

A/N: 9/29/2013 Yesterday I had a slight hiccup in my story. I tried to update my first chapter to fix some slight grammar mistakes*gasp* I know hard to believe, there will be more I'm sure. When I tried to update the chapter I inadvertently deleted it. When I managed to fix it I noticed that my previous link was faulty. For those who read the original Chapter and had a hard time finding new Chapter One I apologize. I now know how to work the updating system and will be updating on Monday September 30t, 2013. Sorry for the inconvenience if there was any, and know I will not be adding extra Author's Notes after each Chapter.