I DO NOT OWN MOST OF THE CHARACTERS
A/N: Sorry it's been so long! I've had giant mounts of homework the last couple weeks.
Chapter 6
Betrayal
Neville opened the front door of his and Gran's home, stepping aside to let his parents into the entrance hallway. Frank Longbottom gazed around lovingly. "It looks just like I remember it, Mum," he said. Gran squeezed his arm.
A tear began to fall down Alice's pale cheek. She quickly wiped it away. "I'm sorry. It's just... I can't believe it's been so long. I mean, my baby is sixteen years old now."
Her husband placed a hand on her shoulder. "We've missed a lot of time," he said sadly. "But now we have the chance to make things up."
Neville awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of screaming. He recognised with horror who that scream belonged to. He quickly got up, and ran to his parents' bedroom.
His mother had been the one screaming in pain, and now his father was writhing under the covers. Gran was panic- stricken beside them. "No, no! What can I do?"
"What's wrong with them?" Neville demanded over his mother's screams.
Gran glared at her son and daughter- in- law with fearful eyes. "It's like it was before on that horrible night... I can't stop it!"
Suddenly, there was silence. Frank and Alice Longbottom lay still in their bed. Their eyes were wide, and completly devoid of emotion. Neville walked as if in a dream- or a nightmare- toward the bed. "Mum?" He croaked. "Dad?" He saw their lifeless faces, knew with a sinking stomach what it meant, and fainted.
Neville awoke to gray sunlight coming through the window, the bright golden orb obscured by the winter clouds. He felt stirring beside his bed, and looked over to see his grandmother, who looked relieved and distressed at the same time. "Oh Neville!" She exclaimed. "I was so worried!"
"Gran..." Neville mumbled. "Mum? Dad?"
Tears appeared at the edges of her eyes. "They're gone, Neville. I don't know how. Members from the ministry are investigating."
A heavy nausia filled Neville's stomach. He felt as if he was going to throw up. But instead of continuing to lie down, he got up, and grabbed some winter clothes. "I'm going for a walk," he told Gran.
Neville stepped out into the snow. He felt bitterly cold, despite the warm clothes. He walked into a snow- filled field without really knowing where he was going. All he wanted was to run away from the pain and anger, though deep down knowing that was impossible.
"Neville! NEVILLE!"
Neville turned around, not recognising the voice. It was Healer Andrews. He was running toward him, and stopped, panting, feet away.
"The potion you gave my parents killed them," Neville said without emotion. "But I don't blame you. It was an accident. A horrible one, but still one all the same."
Andrews had finally caught his breath. "That's just it, Neville." He removed his wand from his pocket, and pointed it at Neville. His voice had changed; It was now cold, and drawling. Strangely familiar...
Andrews' body changed, as it does when the effects of a Polyjuice Potion wears off. He grew taller. His face grew pale, and his nose pointed. His hair grew longer, and lighter, turning to a white- blond instead of golden.
Neville's heart nearly stopped. It was impossible! The last time he had seen this man had been at the Department of Mysteries last year. Afterwards, he had been arrested, and sent to Azkaban. But no more.
Healer Andrews had reverted to his true form: Lucius Malfoy.