Neville Longbottom The Boy Who Lived grew up with his godparents the Potters, beside his sister Violet Potter a dangerously powerful natural mental mage who is also incredibly lazy and wants nothing to do with this shite but is willing to ride or die for him because that is how Marauders roll.

AU, Fem!Harry, Neville is the BWL, and I pushed thing back from fourth year to fifth simply because it is less creepy. Just imagine nothing of importance happened third and fourth year and shit is hitting the fan now. Have fun!

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There were many things Neville Longbottom was thankful for in this world. His loving parents James and Lily, his resolutely loyal and utterly terrifying sister Violet Potter, his good standing in Gryffindor, and as of last week his position as the newest prefect for said house.

"I wish I could say I could not believe they made him a prefect..." Hermione muttered as the pair stared at Draco Malfoy who was sitting across from them looking smug as can be sitting beside Violet.

Neville's sister for her part looked like she was ready to pull her knife and shank her cousin in the middle of the Head boy and girls meeting, consequence's be damned. Her emerald gaze was hidden beneath the glare on her glasses, wavy black hair covering most of her face, and it was simply years of growing up with his god-sister that he knew from her posture she was furious.

He glanced to his fellow prefect while muttering, "I believe it, with his father's connections it was inevitable. Unfair, yes, unforeseen, no. Now you're a girl correct?"

Hermione turned to him in askance, "Really Nev?"

He raised a blonde brow and the bookish beauty huffed and dryly replied with, "Yes Neville, I am in fact a girl, why do you ask?"

Gesturing towards his sister he then asked, "So that being settled could you possibly let me in on why Vi looks like she's ready to murder Draco? I mean aside from the obvious and all."

At that Hermione let out a light scoff, "Isn't it obvious? He asked her out at an inappropriate moment. Again."

Neville did his best to hide his laugh in a cough as he pressed his fist to his mouth, oh Circe...

Hermione for her part just nodded slowly unable to hide her wry smirk as she placed her hand over her lips, "I know, right?"

Violet Dorea Potter was an oddity in the magical community, a natural legilimancer and occlumancer her mind was impenetrable and she passively read the minds of everyone who she made eye contact. In turn she had grown into a very jaded sarcastic as all get out spitfire who learned at far too young of an age that all everyone thought about was sex, money, and sex.

Her glasses had been a gift from their mum that let her keep her powers under control, but all she had to do was glance over their lenses and those glittering emerald orbs would know exactly what you were thinking.

So considering that she was ready to murder Draco already, she had in fact looked over them when said boy had hit on her, again.

The Boy Who Lived shook his head ruefully, "He'll never learn, will he?"

Hermione shrugged indifferently, "He's a fifteen year old boy, he is by default, an idiot."

Neville paused at that, shot Hermione a look, and then flatly stated, "I'm also a fifteen year old boy Mia, keep in mind."

"You also are aware of what the terms 'hubris,' and 'vainglorious' mean and acknowledge them as negative personality traits. Malfoy on the other hand likely can't even realize how deeply into his father's shadow he is, or that it is not a positive personality trait even if he did."

"True," Neville conceded.

That was when the Head Boy Cedric Digory of Hufflepuff clapped his hands loudly to gain everyone's attention. His partner, Head Girl Melony Soothestone of Ravenclaw rolled her eyes as Cedric enthusiastically stated, "So! A new year at Hogwarts, and a new year of Prefects earning their stripes!"

Melony sighed pushing Cedric back while flatly stating, "You all heard the Headmaster's announcement at the feast earlier, the delayed TriWizard Tournament is going to be a thing this year after it was postponed after the debacle at the Quidditch Tournament Finale riots last year."

Neville cringed at that, the international scene hadn't handled a bunch of drunken terrorists letting loose on defenseless muggles and drunken magical revelers very lightly.

It didn't help that his sister had dove into said terrorists midst with a flaming wand in one hand and a cursed dagger in the other while cackling in a manner that would have Aunt Andi nodding in approval.

He was truly glad Vi was a Slytherin problem, his sister was a force of nature that he had no qualms admitting he had no control of.

Shaking his head he continued to listen on to Diggory, "Longbottom, Malfoy, you both have something resembling control over the upper years, make sure they don't do anything too idiotic when Durmstrang and Beauxbatons representatives arrive.

Neville met Draco's gaze, and he shared his fellow blonde counterpart's lament of dissonance.

This would only end in tears.

"Granger, Potter," at that Neville perked up as his partner in crime prevention straightened up primly while Neville's sister looked like she was ready to firebomb the place."

From Hermione, "Yes sir?"

From Vi, "Fuck... What?"

Melony than spoke up primly, "You two are the best suited to make sure the younger years are kept safe during all of this, are you alright with that? Babysitting detail and all?"

Vi froze, smiling the Slytherin Princess turned to the Gryffindor Lady raising an eyebrow in question, which Hermione responded to with a grin and a laugh.

"Of course we'll look after the little ones, what do we look like, monsters?"

Cedric and Melony nodded slowly, then turned away from them as they continued on with their meeting, all the while Neville was wondering what the hell just happened and how it was suddenly very likely going to be his problem.