Jane watched the delegates arrive. She was surprised to see women as big as Hagrid. She was also surprised to see Viktor Krum, especially since she didn't know it was possible to be a professional Quidditch player and a school student at the same time.

Jane was happy about the age limit because she figured that that meant that nobody she knew would be in the tournament. She was disappointed Cedric was chosen for the tournament, as he was one of the few seventh years she knew, but at least she only sort of knew him. She had been expecting the champion to be a Gryffindor.

Jane was shocked when Neville's name was pulled out of the goblet of fire. She rocked back and forth and told herself that it was a mistake and that it would get cleared up soon.

Neville was sent into the room, with the champions.

"It's alright Jane," Kevin said. "I doubt they'll actually let Neville compete."

"And he probably won't get in too much trouble," Justin added.

Jane kept rocking back and forth, unable to speak. When she finally did, she yelled, "He shouldn't get in trouble at all."

Many people looked at her, but nobody said anything.

Luna got up, from the Ravenclaw table, and went and sat down next to Jane.

Jane looked around. Sometimes looking at her surrounding, usually the walls, and finding patterns could help soothe her. Unfortunately, when she was so upset that she could not focus at all, this didn't work. She soon gave up.

When students started clearing out of the great hall, Hermione went and joined Jane and Luna at the Hufflepuff table.

Soon, the great hall was empty except for Jane, Hermione, and Luna. Jane ended up getting up and pacing back and forth, nervously.

Eventually, Neville came out. "I have no idea how my name got in, but it's a binding magical contract, so I have to compete."

Jane stood there, stunned. Seconds later, she found herself marching up to Dumbledore. "Neville didn't enter the tournament, and he shouldn't have to compete," she yelled. She hadn't planned to do that, and she wasn't sure where she got the courage to do so.

Hermione marched up to Jane, and stood next to her, wearing a stern look on her face.

"How dare you be so disrespectful to your headmaster," scolded Professor Snape. "Twenty points from Hufflepuff."

"Well I give twenty points to Hufflepuff because I like her nerve," Professor Dumbledore said. He then turned to Jane. "I understand that you're upset, but I'm afraid there's nothing we can do."

Jane burst into tears, as she trembled, and sank to the floor.

Neville quickly sat down beside her, and then Hermione and Luna did too.

Jane's meltdown went on for minutes, during which all the adults left the room.

After a while, Jane stopped shaking, and then she started repeatedly saying a quote from A.A. Milne "Winnie the Pooh."

"Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?' 'Supposing it didn't.' said Pooh. 'Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?' 'Supposing it didn't,' said Pooh."

"Suppose it didn't," Luna said.

The next day, Jane's first class was interrupted by Filch. "Jane Birtch has been summoned to see The Headmaster," he announced.

Everybody stared at Jane.

Jane nervously left the classroom, to find Neville standing outside.

"Neville, what's going on?" Jane asked.

"I don't know," he said.

They did not know where Professor Dumbledore's office was, but Filch showed them.

They walked in to find Professor Dumbledore, Jane's mother, and Mrs. Longbottom.

Jane was not sure why her mother was there, but she rushed up to her.

"May I give you a hug?" her mother asked.

Jane nodded, and then they embraced each other.

"Neville," Professor Dumbledore said, "your grandmother insisted that you are not to compete in the tournament. She even threatened to pull you out of school, if I tried to make you compete, and even brought a parent along who threatened to pull her kid out too."

"Does that mean I don't have to compete?" Neville asked.

"It's a bit more complicated than that," Dumbledore said.

Jane rocked back and forth, nervously holding her mother's hand.

Neville just stood there, practically frozen, looking at Professor Dumbledore.

His grandmother walked up to him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Even if you didn't put your name in, you're still bound by a magical contract. Even if your grandmother pulls you out of school, you're still bound by a magical contract. If you break a magical contract, you'd go to Askaban. Fortunately, if anyone can do this tournament and make it out alive, you probably can. There was a prophecy made, long ago, about the one who had the power to vanquish the dark lord, which could have applied to either you or Harry Potter. Voldemort went after Harry first, and then everyone thought it was Harry, but then Harry was vanquished, so it must have you, Neville, all along."

"I don't want to compete in this tournament, and I never want to be the one to vanquish the dark lord."

"Well," Professor Dumbledore said, "faith says otherwise."

Jane trembled. She lowered to the ground, as her mother got down with her.

Neville made a move toward Jane, but his grandmother grabbed him. "Let her mother handle it, Neville," Mrs. Longbottom said.

Everyone but Jane and her mother left the room.

Eventually, Jane managed to calm down somewhat. She was sitting on the floor, breathing deeply, holding both of her mother's hands. She finally spoke, blurting out, "why do unfair things keep happening to Neville?"

"Unfair things happen to everybody. Like when Daddy died. It stinks, but we managed to deal with it."

"It stinks more for Tracey. At least I had Daddy for eleven years."

"Jane, I would love for Tracey to have Daddy in her life, but if I had to choose one of you to have Daddy in their life for several years it would be you."

"Why?"

"You probably don't remember this, but there was a time when I could not understand you at all, but your father pretty much could, and he had to help me. Tracey's easier."

Jane looked down, feeling a little insulted by that last line.

"I didn't mean it that way. It's not your fault that your brain works differently."

Neville's grandmother turned to face him. She gave him a hug, and then she looked at him for several seconds.

"Thanks for trying Gran," he said.

"Neville," she said, "I don't like this either, but I don't this there's a way out of this. Besides, you're braver than you think you are. It's in your blood."

He remembered when Jane had pretty much told him the same thing. "Jane once said, that true courage is when you're scared, but you do it anyway."

"She's right. Besides, your father was very brave and heroic. It's in your blood."

"Why would that matter? Before my first year at Hogwarts, you warned me not to tell anyone I had a friend who could talk to snakes because the only people known to have done that were Salazar Slytherin and his descendants."

"Well a likely, but not proven, ancestor from many generations before you isn't the same thing as your parents. Your mother was pretty brave and heroic too."

Neville was impressed by that last line, seeing as she had never liked her daughter-in-law. He did not fully believe his grandmother's words, but he appreciated the fact she was trying to make him feel better.

At the Gryffindor table, during dinner that day, Hermione opened a letter and read it. "Neville," she said, "If it makes you feel any better, Percy believes you, about not putting your name in the cup."

"Oh, well thanks for letting me."

"You're still corresponding with Percy?" Fred asked.

"I thought you were mad at him," George said.

"Well, I mean, I was mad that he thought nothing should be done about the house elves, but I'm not going to stop being friends with him just because of that. He's almost as much fun to debate with as Ron used to be."