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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….

Rewinding to Before the Beginning

The chubby little boy sat in the wooden chair, feet dangling, swinging them back and forth. His elbows rested on his knees, a huge pout on his face. He seemed like the most miserable creature on the planet. His grandmother was speaking with the Healer animatedly. Something had her in a tizzy, but then something always had her animated, or at least it seemed to the little boy. 'This place is boring' , the little boy of two thought, 'if only I could do what other boys do and have a stick that made things come to life.' Neville knew it was wrong to eaves drop, but curiosity got the best of him. It was hard not to be bad, especially when he could hear them saying his name. Neville turned his head and pretended not to listen, while straining hard to hear.

His Gram was in a state and was speaking in a loud shocked voice, "Healer Pomfrey, what is it you are trying to say? I did a spell detection on him myself, after we got him back from that Lestrange woman. I detected no spell, charms or curses upon him. Why would you do this to me? Do you not realize how devastating this is for me, for the boy? It has been only 3 months since we got him back."

Healer Pomfrey took a deep voice and answered back angrily, "Even a witch of your stature knows that there are some spells that cannot be detected by even the most accomplished witch, even one as accomplished as yourself." The last part came of sounding a bit sarcastic. "Now you yourself said that Bellatrix had him alone in that house with his parents for a total of three weeks, while they were tortured. Have you ever stopped to think that the Dark Witch could possibly have chosen to attack their son as well? Think about it she would have plenty of time to conjure up a Deep penetrating spell upon the boy."

"So tell me why she would even bother he was just a boy, not far past a yearling." Gran was saying, while her body collapsed upon itself.

"Who knows why they do anything they do to any of us? The point is, Agusta, the Child Healer Linda Davies has noticed some major problems in the normal growth of your grandson. She states here in her letter and I quote…" he said pulling the paper of the chart up to reveal a pristine white piece of parchment with eclectic blue ink writing.

"Young Mister Longbotton has exhibited a few outstanding qualities that have taken him off the charts of normal growth patterns. For one he is abnormally heavy for his size and his weight continues to increase rapidly, however his temperature is high, so high in fact that, had he been anyone else I would be highly concerned. This past 3 months he has run a fever of 108 degrees without any sign of ill effect. His heartbeat is extremely fast, corresponding more closely with a bird than with a human, wizard or not.

Then she asks me if I would look into whether he was left alone at anytime with a dark wizard or anyone who would wish to affect his metabolism. At your request, we kept this information from the public Wizarding World. So how does she know that he was alone with this woman, Agusta?" he finished.

"I do not know, does she indicate what we should do about this?" Agusta seemed totally despondent now. Neville spared a peek in Gram's direction. She was looking at him with grave concern.

"She suggests we take him to the goblin-kind…" Healer Pomfrey began before being interrupted by Agusta's loud and angry exclamation.

"Never, those disgusting things, my husband's father loved them creatures and spent all his money being swindled by them. Neville will never go there!" she hissed so loud the whole waiting room could hear and every eye looked in her direction. Most agreeing with her sentiments, They turned their head down and went on with whatever they were doing before the outburst.

Healer Pomfrey continued, "… I suggest this occur quickly, no one knows what the effect of a metabolism spell would do on the body of such a young child, as no one has ever attempted to perform that spell on an infant. Tell them to look for AAA deep penetrating spell

. Signed,

Child Healer Linda Davies."

Gram stared at the child with deep concern, her concern warring with her hatred of goblin-kind. Then it became apparent that a decision had been made… "OK", she finally agreed, "But I swear, if she is wrong, she will have to answer to me for bringing all this up."

*********************************Two Weeks Later*************************************

In the darkness of the Longbottom Vault sat an elderly man tall and thin, with silver hair, and beard so long that they could be tucked into his belt. He had a very long and crooked nose that looked as if it had been broken at least twice; his hands had long and skilful fingers, with skin wrinkled with old age and few calluses, as he had no need to use them as some of the working class might. His eyes could be seen through the half-moon spectacles he wore, and were a brilliant, soul-piercing shade of blue; and twinkled with kindness and mischief; that is if you could see them in the low light. He was clothed in a colorful purple robe which hid a scar above his left knee in the precise shape of a map of the London Underground. His demeanor was serene and ethereal.

He spoke to Neville in a calm, pleasant voice, "Neville, my boy, I assure you that there is no need to fear. Shh! Calm down, Its ok. I know it's scary! But you are alright now, you are quite lucky that we found out before too long. As it stands this Vault Protection is only a precautionary measure." He said to the boy while taking crystals and laying them in a row and placing them one by one directly in front of the boys' pointer finger. As he did he asked the boy to think of a saying "bye bye" to the thing that made the things he wants to have happen, happen for him.

The young boy did as he was asked, and as he did, a bright blue light started to glow at the center of his stomach, and then traveled from his stomach to his chest. The light crawled slowly; with an incredibly slow pace, inching its way towards the boys armpits, then traveled around his shoulder, and out to the boy's elbow. It moved out towards the boy's wrist, and then out of his pointing finger, where it glowed a bright blue, then…. it leaped from the pointer finger and into the crystal.

Then… as if the pump had been primed, the bright blue glow became a steady stream. This continued until the blue light in the young Neville's stomach dimmed and then all the light was gone from his chest, his armpit, his shoulder, his elbow and his wrist and then his pointer finger was all that was left. It glowed brighter for a time and then it too dimmed, and then flickered and then at last with a sputter, the light left his finger and entered the crystal. With a smile Neville, looked into the old man's face.

"Young Neville Longbottom, I think you and I are going to be jolly good friends. But wait, I am afraid I have not introduced myself yet … I ,my little friend, amAlbus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, and like you, I have to drain off my powers into crystals. As you do it, it will become easier and easier to do. You see, we have something very important in common, we both are Midras." the older man confessed.

Behind Neville and Dumbledore, a round of Goblins and Agusta gasped.

************************************9years Later**************************************

It was an utterly still night of the full moon. A large juvenile lion lay perched on the front steps of the Longbottom Manor, its tail twitching impatiently. It stared into the sky as if waiting to see something in its inky depths.

Then, although no human eye could see anything, the lion sat up and seemed to stare even more intently in a specific direction. As it looked, it seemed to shift its gaze ever so slightly to the left or the right, giving the lion the appearance of being dizzy. Its tail twitched even more quickly than before, though the twitch appeared to convey more excitement and anticipation than irritation now.

Looking away from the Lion and back towards the sky where the lion now focused all his attention, if one was very careful one could just make out the appearance of a black dot fluttering in the horizon; moving drunkenly to and fro. And as it drew closer you could make out more and more information, until finally you realized it was a very tiny, scrawny owl with an overly large bit of parchment in its beak. As it drew close to the lion, it seemed to abandon all reason.

It crawled close to the lion mouth and dropped its load in between the lion's paw. Then it pecked the lion's paw until lion chucked the owl a mouse. The owl looked back as if to heartily thank the lion, and then it flapped its wings and flew away.

The lion watched the owl fly out of sight, and then rose to straighten itself to its most regal height, and then began to stretch. As it did, the shape of the body of the lion began to change; morphing into more human-like features, until finally the lion was gone, replaced by the body of a very large boy with a fuzzy, brown blanket wrapped around himself.

He gazed at the green lettering on the letter and his face lit up with excitement. Flipping it over, he saw an all too familiar emblem. His eyes grew large with excitement and anticipation. He ripped open the seal, pulled out the contents inside, and unfolded the letter and began, with trembling excitement, to read! Sure enough, it was what he had been waiting for almost a whole summer… his letter of invitation to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

A/N:

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

While you read, think on these questions.

1. Is Linda Davies a real person? Who really sent the letter, Linda Davies or Verthrandi? And is Healer Pomfrey related in any way to Madame Poppy Pomfrey?

2. What exactly is happening to Neville in the Vault?

3. What are the implications of Dumbledore being a Midra himself?

4. Why was Neville's form a lion? Is this lion an animagus form or some other form?

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

As a special treat, in honor of our 1 month anniversary I am updating an extra Chapter this week on the 25th!

Watch with us as we travel with Neville to Diagon Alley and see how Neville and Hermione meet there in this alternate timeline.