The other day, I wondered how the world of Harry Potter would be different if all students were sorted every year, rather than only in their first. So I wrote this.
Little is changed
from Harry Potter’s first year at Hogwarts. Still he sits under that
hat, thinking, not Slytherin;
still the Hat considers his potential before sending him to
Gryffindor. Still he is joined in Gryffindor by Ron Weasley and
Hermione Granger, still the Slytherin he so feared to be in will hold
Draco Malfoy. Little is different about the placement of the older
students, for all the Sorting Ceremony is made longer, and the Hat’s
song a little changed, with their participation. Fred and George
Weasley, like their younger brother, are still in Gryffindor.
Ambitious Percy Weasley may be in Slytherin by now, maybe not yet,
but he is a Prefect regardless. Oliver Wood or someone like him will
still be Harry’s first Quidditch Captain.
Harry’s second year, he and Ron are in more trouble than ever for
missing the Sorting Ceremony. Now the Hat must be got out again to
Sort these two boys who have caused such a stir, to confirm what
surprises no one: both will remain in Gryffindor this year. (This
time, Harry is once again thinking his wishes to the Hat, but instead
of not Slytherin, he
is pleading, Gryffindor, Gryffindor
– picturing the warm Gryffindor common room that is the first home
he has ever known, the first place that has welcomed him rather than
shut him away. The hat, once again, obeys his wishes.) Both boys are
relieved to find their House much the same as they left it; Hermione
Granger is in their midst again, joined by Ron’s shy little sister
Longbottom, who had been plagued throughout his first year in
Gryffindor by doubt as to his right to be there, is with them again,
too. They missed his silent drama at the Ceremony, too, as the boy
sat under the Hat that could see into his mind and reflected on the
end of term. He had remembered standing up to the three classmates he
thought he could call his friends, only to be left behind – hexed,
as he so often was, ridiculed. More proof that he did not belong in
the brave House. But he remembered, too, Dumbledore’s voice at the
end-of-year feast – praising him for doing what was hard. He
remembered being awarded House points for this simple act, and with
the meagre sum, winning Gryffindor the House Cup. That heady feeling
of being, for just one moment, a celebrated hero – that was like
nothing else. That was worth a year and more of self-doubt. So
Neville now unpacked his bags in the Gryffindor dormitories again,
and, like Harry, he felt for the first time that he was home.
has grown complacent, all his friends staying with him from his first
year to his second. He hears the warnings of the older students on
his Quidditch team (some of whom go from one House’s team to the
next from year to year), the reminders that he will need to make new
friends soon, but he does not really believe them. He cannot imagine
his world changing even more than it has.
is why he feels as though his stomach has dropped out of his body, as
though he has fallen into some bottomless pit, when things change in
his third year. He is still in Gryffindor, yes, and still with Ron,
thank goodness for that, but Hermione Granger is no longer of their
House. Hermione, who spent the last term of her second year as a
statue, whose research was the only part of her that got to be a part
of the battle in the Chamber of Secrets, who scrambled and sweated
when she was unpetrified to pass all her courses in the remaining
days of term – despite the promises of the administration that
classes missed by the basilisk’s victims would not be held against
their grades. Hermione, who had been called an “insufferable
know-it-all” so many times that it had almost stopped hurting, who
had felt so frustrated with the cavalier attitude her fellow
Gryffindors took to classwork. She was now a Ravenclaw, the blue
insignia on her robes matching that of Ginny Weasley, who seemed to
have shrunk in on herself after the events of last term. (Ginny, like
Harry in his first year, sat under the Hat in her second year
thinking not Slytherin, not Slytherin,
but then she had paused, and thought, not Gryffindor,
too, because Riddle had possessed her despite her red-and-gold robes,
and because she did not feel brave.)
Hermione, and Luna Lovegood (here is one girl the Hat cannot imagine
placing anywhere but Ravenclaw, though it will surprise itself in
years to come) soon find each other in the Ravenclaw common room, and
form an odd, but tight, bond over the first few weeks of term.
Hermione finds that it is nice to have close friends who are girls;
she never had this in her two years in Gryffindor. She still finds
time to talk to Harry, to help him with an essay in the library or to
keep him company on restless Hogsmeade weekends or to walk with him
to Hagrid’s hut. They are still friends, and good ones; no
disparity of House can change the bond forged in fighting a mountain
troll together, and all they have been through together since.
explains this, at last, to Ron Weasley in the days before Christmas
vacation, when the dark looks he has been sending her all term
finally come to a head in a shouting match outside the Divination
tower. Ron, too quick to view matters in black and white, had seen
her Ravenclaw badge as a betrayal, a defection. Had imagined that
this was her choice, rather than the honest assessment of the Hat.
Had felt left behind, discarded, second-rate, dismissed like his
brothers’ hand-me-down robes that he wore. With Harry to remind him
not to be an ass, to remind Hermione that Ron was always like this,
they made up soon enough. Hermione laughed and called Ron an idiot,
but fondly; and he laughed back, and told her that the blue and
silver only made her look more the nerd. The trio were reunited, even
if they were in different houses.
after that fight at least, perhaps the difference of house was a
blessing in disguise. Crookshanks could not worry at Ron’s rat when
they lived in different common rooms. There was no fight between Ron
and Hermione about their pets; when Scabbers went missing, there was
no talk of foul play, only an agreement between the three friends
that they would try to find him. The
three were still present in the Shrieking Shack, two Gryffindor
children and one Ravenclaw, to bear witness to the true identity of
Scabbers, to bear witness to the reunion of the three living
Marauders. They still saved Buckbeak; they still lost Pettigrew.
- she has more of her mother’s fiery attitude than her dad’s
- she’s a combination of Ginny and Luna, having Gin’s personality and Luna’s acceptance of everything and everyone
- she has a very strong bond with Teddy, and sees him as a father-ish figure
- she has glasses, but hers are more like James’ than Harry’s
- she’s not in Gryffindor
- she is extremely close to Luna, and they spend a lot of time together hunting nargles and other oddities
- she’s extremely accepting of the world around her
- she is close with both of her brothers, but closer with James Sirius
- she’s a very comforting person to be around, and often comforts Al
- she knew Al liked Scorpius before either of them knew
- she’s very good at keeping secrets
- she is SUCH a Weasley
- like, this girl gets in as much trouble on her own as both the twins did together
- Hugo is definitely an accomplice, though
- she looks up to Victorie, and sees her as a sort of sister
- she’s in love with Potions and Herbology, and is one of Neville’s favorite students
- she visits Harris whenever she gets the chance
- McGonagall doesn’t know what to do with her because she’s so nice and cute but she will pull pranks worthy of the Marauders
- she has an especially strong bond with her uncle Charlie
- they can spend hours and hours talking about dragons
- Hugo is her best friend (and crime accomplice)
Ginny is ideologically opposed to yoga, but finds leggings to be the best thing since Felix Felicis.
Hannah Abbott and Eloise Midgen adopt Muggle acne treatments, because they’re more about the root cause than disappearing stuff from your skin every morning. They also leave you with more feeling in your face than you get from zapping it with magic daily.
Katie Bell finds identity in fandom culture.
Charlie discovers Netflix, and falls in love with The Walking Dead. Chyanne, the dragon ranch intern who introduced him to Muggle television regrets her choices the morning she finds that Charlie cut the sleeves off his leather jacket and sewed angel wings on the back.
Andromeda has a sleek Macbook that she uses for three things - bills, emailing Narcissa and Harry, and Mahjong.
Ron tries to impress Rose and Hugo with his Muggle slang - and does not properly grasp the concept of “lmao.”
Luna adopts the succulent plant trend in its early stages in 2015, but Neville suspects that the tiny pots she’s given him might be a little bit …sentient?
Neville wears his phone on the outside of his belt.
request: Draco malfoy request please! (Years after the war) reader x draco have been invited to a Hogwarts class reunion and they go as a married couple, feeling more nervous than excited to see past classmates (Reader being a former Gryffindor if you care to add) ♡♡♡Thanks♡♡♡♡
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“Do we really have to go to this thing, Y/N? Why can’t we just stay in and cuddle? Or we could go out to dinner?”
“No, Draco,” You cross your arms as you pick out an outfit for tonight, giving him a look. “We have to go to this reunion. All our friends from school are gonna be there and-”
He sits down on the edge of the bed that the both of you share and sighs, “Sweetheart, everyone hated me. And it’s just gonna be weird. I mean, no one expected us to be together. You were friends with Potter! God, I was so awful to him. And my parents-”
You cut him off with your lips pressed to his. “Stop.” You place your hands on either side of his face. “That was years ago. Neither of us are the same people we were. I don’t think anyone is. Stop worrying.” You kiss him again. You pull away to see him giving you a grateful smile and a nod. “Okay, now let me fix your tie, because what the hell did you do to it?” you giggle at his necktie which is knotted practically at his navel.
He bursts out laughing, “I have no idea! You’d think I would’ve gotten better at tying a tie after doing it for so long.”
“Yeah, I would’ve,” you say, unknotting and resizing it. “but knowing you it makes a lot of sense.”
Draco shakes his head at you. “I’m somewhere between loving you and hating you.”
You finish his tie and screw with his hair a little bit. “Well, if you hate me, I guess you’ll have to find someone else to make you look presentable,” you smirk and kiss his cheek. “Now, come on. We’re gonna be late.”
The two of you apparate. You stand in front of the school and now you’re starting to feel nervous. You take Draco’s arm and then a deep breath.
The first person who greets you is Neville Longbottom. He surely aged like fine wine. Wow, dorky little Neville really grew up. You give him a smile and a polite nod; he does the same back, only his face drops slightly when he notices who you’re with.
You keep walking. Your husband gives you a look. “I told you we should’ve stayed home,” he frowns.
“It’s fine, love.” You squeeze his arm a bit tighter. You pass a small door and you feel a smile creep onto your face. “Remember this?”
He follows your gaze to the door. “Oh my- yes! How could I forget?” It was the closet that the two of you would sneak off to from time to time. “Lotta good memories in there.”
“Y/N?” a familiar voice calls. “Y/N, is that you?”
You turn around to the source of the voice. “Oh my Godric, Harry Potter!” You chirp as he approaches you. Draco tenses up at your side and you give his arm another reassuring squeeze. “Wow, I haven’t seen you in ages! How have you been?”
“Good,” he smiles. “how about you? Did- are you two married, now?”
You bite your lip, looking to your husband. He can’t help but grin at you. “Yeah,” Draco replies, a bit sheepish.
“Oh, thank God! We were all hoping you would,” Harry says, sounding completely genuine, which slightly confuses the two of you.
You furrow your brows. “What do you mean?”
“Well, isn’t it obvious?” He snickers lightheartedly. “You two kind of bring out the best in each other. You always seemed so happy together. I dunno. It just made sense,” he shrugs. “M'glad to see you guys here. No hard feelings, Malfoy.”
The two men shake hands and you can’t help but feel relieved. Harry leaves to go back to his own wife.
You lean over to the blond on your arm. “Feeling any better?”
He looks down at you, beaming. “Yeah. I was thinking though, before we go in for dinner, or whatever,” he’s got this mischievous look on his face. “maybe, we could stop by that closet for old time’s sake.”
“You practically read my mind,” you smirk as the two of you begin rushing back in the direction of the closet.
Brief Summary: Your close friend Harry lets you in on a little secret, that your favorite awkward Gryffindor has a crush on you!
Warnings: None I believe. Just cute innocent fluff.
Pairing: Neville Longbottom X Female!Reader
Note: I dunno. Thought it was cute. Maybe it is?
Another training session in the room of requirement began and completed as everyone was sneaking out to go back about their day.
“Hey! Y/n?” Your dear friend Harry called as you exited the room laughing lightly with Hermione about the latest homework. You paused and told Hermione to go on without you while you waited for Harry to caught up.
“What’s up, Harry?” You hum putting on your Hogwarts robe your Hufflepuff house symbol presented proudly.
“Was wondering if you had finished the potions homework. Not that I wanted to copy or anything. Just thought we could work on it together by the lake? Ron hasn’t down it either.” He smiled dorkily, working on homework with those two meant you teaching everything and helping them not fail. Which you didn’t mind at all. You looked out for the boys.
“Yeah sure. I don’t have much going on. Didn’t wanna go to Transfiguration anyway, then it was canceled.” You praised quietly mainly because you couldn’t stand changing innocent animals into objects. Not like it hurt them but you didn’t want to have to do it.
“Oh yeah. I never get the spells quite right. The things always have tails or a leg.” Harry snickered before Neville headed by waving to you both. His gaze lingering on you a little longer than it should of.
“Oh yeah, I know.” You smile thinking back to all the transfiguration classes you shared with Harry before smiling extra wide at Neville. “Where do you think he’s going?”
“Probably the library to get his homework down early. He’s a bit like Hermione that way.” Harry chuckled at the thought, Neville wasn’t as smart but he did get all of his work done.
“Man. You should start bugging Neville or Hermione about helping you with potions.” You kidded before grinning at Harry who just shook his head.
“And leave you all alone? Never.” He taunted before you two headed down the hallway.
“I like that you taught us about Patronus’s. I never knew they were so cool.” You whisper slowly.
“Oh yeah, no problem. It helped me a few times so you never know.” He took a delicate pause. “Your Patronus. The Dolphin. I just think it’s really cool. Haven’t seen that one before.” He smiles and shoves his hands in his pockets as he walked.
“Yours is cool too. Stags are really pretty.” You hum gently not fully understanding what your animal Patronus meant at this age.
“Neville’s was cool too. It’s a turtle. Makes sense though.” Harry giggled softly and so did you.
“Yeah but now he’s really come out of his shell. Brave little Gryffindor there.” You snicker, thinking back to when you first met Neville in Charms class 2nd year.
“Yeah. He’s really grown up. Even harboring a small crush on yo-” Harry promptly shut his mouth not believing he just said that. He promised Neville he wouldn’t say a word.
“Oh really? On… what wait.” You halted dead in your tracks and looked at your close friend Harry. “What do you mean on me. Neville has a crush on me.”
“Y/n I didn’t.” He whispered but his eyes told you another story.
“Neville? Neville Longbottom? Innocent little Neville? He has a crush, on me?” Your cheeks went red as you didn’t believe it. Neville and you were good friends. Having quite a few classes together and hanging out by the black lake to do homework. He never came across as nothing other than friendly. “Are you sure?” Your voice was a mere whisper, unsure if this was a joke or the truth.
“It’s true. But you cannot tell Neville I told you! He made me promise not too!” Harry blurted out before face palming as Ron walked up with a grin.
“Hey guys, how’s it goi-”
“Neville has a crush on me!?!?!” You squeaked looking at Ron who stared at Harry.
“You bloody told her?!?!?” Ron nearly shouted even though a few students were starting to look their way.
“I didn’t mean too! It spilled it!” Harry defended himself but you were beyond happy. You had started crushing on the awkward Gryffindor about a year ago, and to know he liked you back. Well, that was amazing.
“Oi! Y/n. You cannot tell Neville you know. Got it?” Ron tried to reason with you but you just nodded not hearing a word the redhead said.
“Neville’s going be so unhappy,” Harry muttered before you snapped your attention back to the boys.
“Why? I like him back.” You told them, even though you thought it was obvious. Guess not to these two, or Neville.
“Wait. What?” Ron and Harry spoke in unison before looking at each other.
“You’re joking right?” Harry asked before you shook your head no.
“I’m going to go find Neville and do something I’ve wanted to do since last year.” You chime before bouncing off down the halls.
“What’s that?” Ron called after you.
“Kiss him!” You yelled back before speeding off down the hall. Ron and Harry looked at each other before quickly running after you.
Thankfully you were faster than the two boys and quickly found the odd Gryffindor about to enter the library.
“Neville! Wait up!” You called as he stopped in front of the library and smiled to you.
“Hey, Y/n. What’s up-” his soft voice started but before he could finish you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips softly to his.
The boys skid to a stop as they saw you kissing a rather clueless Neville. Both their jaws falling open as they watched you.
You pulled away after a second seeing the confused look on Neville’s face followed by his burning red cheeks.
“Y-y/n?” He stuttered completely confused before looking to Harry and Ron was this some kind of joke?
“I like you, Neville Longbottom, always have it seems. I never thought you would even look at a Hufflepuff like me that way until Harry told me I couldn’t stop myself.” You utter quickly hoping all this was okay.
Neville then glares to Harry who slips to hide behind Ron. But once his eyes fall back on you, he smiles and holds out his hand shyly. “C-care to join me for some reading?”
“I would love to.” You took his hand and beamed at the boys before heading into the library with Neville.
He made you tell him everything that Harry and Ron said. Which you did still not believing he was crushing on you this whole time. You both take a seat at a table inside and hold hands while you read two different books together. Content as always. Even though he didn’t ask you out officially you knew this was the origin of a divine relationship.
“What did I miss?” Hermione comes out of the library with a book in hand looking at the boys.
“Y/n liked Neville this whole time,” Harry muttered as Ron nodded wordlessly.
“Well, of course, she’s always staring at him all dreamy like. And he’s all she ever talks about.” Hermione laughs softly before heading towards the common room.
“Wait you knew?!?!” The boys yelled as they chased after her.
The REAL Bullet Club would give Kenny Omega a swirly while calling him a weeb
These days, Okada and Tanahashi being dicks to the wrestle dads get more heat than the Bullet Club can reliably muster. Go back and watch early Bullet Club stuff: nothing in New Japan today gets boos on that level. Aside from insufferable frat boy oafishness, today’s Bullet Club retains just about none of the character of the Bullet Club’s golden age. A lot of that is because merch is king, but at least some of it is because the essence of Kenny Omega and the essence of the Bullet Club are fundamentally at odds. This won’t end well: with both Kenny and the Bullet Club trying to go back to their roots, they’re becoming increasingly incompatible, and soon something will have to give.
If you still doing them maybe Draco and Neville for hs headcanons? 😍
i’m gonna cry cus i basically wrote a whole one yesterday and forgot to save the draft before i went to bed so all my work is gone DDD: but here’s a new one! slightly related to the old one! :D
draco is not much one for counting dates: but he is, for example, acutely aware of when the fourth of september rolls around
a year ago on that day, all of his slytherin gang (or so they were called; he has no idea who actually coined the name - probably harry) decided that, for whatever reason, he no longer belonged and kicked him out unceremoniously, trashing his reputation in the process
it feels like so much longer than a year, and so much shorter
on their free period, him and neville head around to costa, a favourite student spot; draco’s feeling generous, so pays for neville to have a large latte instead of a small one and they buy enough cookies and muffins to maybe make them sick
“imagine what your dad would say if he knew you were drinking in a costa,” neville laughs
“he doesn’t even approve of bloody gail’s bakery,” draco grumbles. “i don’t know what kind of coffee shop pleases him - in fact, i don’t even know if he likes coffee unless it’s been hand ground by penniless children”
neville giggles at that - he has such a nice laugh, really; it’s probably one of draco’s favourite things, however sappy that thought is
he’s grateful for neville, after all - he’d rebuffed neville’s efforts to be friends at first, not wanting anybody’s pity on his new loneliness, but eventually, the realisation that he really was alone and that blaise and pansy and everyone else weren’t going to take him back in had sunk in, and he had approached neville awkwardly one lunchtime, their roles suddenly reversed
and of course, neville being bloody neville, had just smiled and scooted over to make room for draco
for a while, it was like being lonely together, not standing out so much as awkward outcasts - but, draco had started talking, annoyed by the perverse silence between them, and everything had just fallen so easily into place afterward
there’s no having to watch his words, to make sure he’s as perfect as possible at all times in front of neville - there’s no having to hide his flaws or flaunt his money in neville’s gentle company
and people can laugh all they fucking want, draco likes neville and that is that
“hey, draco,” neville says, leaning back on his chair for a moment and chewing his lip in a way that is decidedly not sexy, because neville couldn’t do sexy if a pair of fishnet tights slapped him in the face, “if you remember when your friends - er, i don’t know, got rid of you? - then do you remember when we got together?”
draco raises an eyebrow. “that’s a little too much to expect, longbottom”
“well, i mean, i don’t, either… do we just not have an anniversary, or do we just do it at some point?”
“are anniversaries important?” draco asks, tilting his head to the side. “they strike me as a bit stupid. i like you all the time. why should i have to prove that with some lavish gift and flowers?”
neville shrugs. “i dunno, either”
it plays on draco’s mind, though, as the month passes by: he really doesn’t remember at what point he stopped being neville’s friend and started being his boyfriend, because it all melded in together
and if neville wants some kind of anniversary, maybe he should let him have that, right? as much as draco tries not to let lucius swing his opinion (especially considering lucius doesn’t even know that draco has a boyfriend), his dad would fume if he didn’t celebrate an anniversary like that
their next free period together is spent in the common room: neville is sitting on the sofa knitting and half-watching hot fuzz, one of the three DVDs the common room has (the others, of course, being shaun of the dead and the world’s end)
“okay,” draco says, folding his arms, “do you think it was closer to november? or december?”
“well, it was snowing when we had our first kiss, so it must’ve been december,” neville reckons, his needles clacking in a surprisingly steady rhythm
“i’m sure the snow was early last year, though”
“i’m sorry about the anniversary talk,” neville says, putting down his giant ball of aggressively yellow yarn for a moment, “you really don’t have to do anything; i just wondered if you knew”
“i swear to fuck, neville, we’re going to figure out a date for this if it’s the last thing i do”
neville just grins, looking pleased as punch
november rolls around, and draco still has no bloody idea when the hell him and neville got together - he can’t really remember last november in particular detail; just that, at some point at the end of the previous year, he had decided that he’d spent enough time skirting around it, dug a hand into neville’s hair, and pulled him down (damn tall bastard) for a kiss
he has some other friends now, too, all of neville’s originally, but luna doesn’t remember and he didn’t even talk to ginny until afterward
so he decides that, since he can’t decide what month it is, their anniversary will be november 30th - it’s close enough to december, right? and in november, in case maybe it was november
it doesn’t snow this year, though, but draco doesn’t mind; it means he just has to wrap up in less layers of burberry trench
much like most sensible students, they spend their lunchtime in the common room (this time it’s the world’s end that’s playing, which has gathered an audience of shivering idiots who ran to the local chippy in the baltic weather), though this time they’re on the floor because they didn’t make it in fast enough for the sofa
it’s an explosion of noise: the film in one corner and two door cinema club blaring in the other corner, and they’re right in the center of it
“hey, neville,” draco says, trying not to be too loud but just loud enough to be made out over the noise; neville looks up from his maths homework, which has been puzzling him all day and is due in, alarmingly enough, next period. “happy sort-of-anniversary”
he hands over a bag full of balls of various colours of yarns, and neville looks so happy he might just melt like an ice cream or something
“you didn’t have to,” he says, leaning forward to hug draco, keenly aware that pansy is staring with mild horror at the pair of them, “but, i had a feeling you were going to, so this is for you”
he pulls out a scarf made of almost every colour of the rainbow: it’s bright and exciting and just the opposite of anything that draco would ever wear, but somehow, as he slides it around his neck (it’s so soft!), he thinks that’s what neville might’ve meant
“thanks,” he says bashfully, leaning in to give neville a chaste kiss
when they leave to walk home together, draco has the scarf wrapped tightly around his neck, and he’s holding neville’s hand staunchly
Request: “Hi!! Can I ask for a neville x reader fic
where he tries to change and tries to be popular to impress the reader but the
reader loves him for who he really is? :) Thanks!!” + “Hey!! I don’t know if
requests are open, but it says they are in your bio, but if I’m wrong please
just delete this!! Anyways, may I politely ask for some Neville Longbottom
sMUT?? Idk I’m so thirsty for this boy”
Neville Longbottom x Reader
AWKWARD FLUFFY SMUT!!
Wednesday, Neville realized as his finger followed the jotted plans in his
notebook. Today he would visit Professor Sprout to help her with the new Shrivelfig
saplings. He’d try to squeeze in a bit of cardio in the afternoon, but crossed
that out with a huff, knowing he’d either be too tired or lazy by the end of
the day. He had made an important note to check the growth of his collection of
Mimbulus Mimbletonia, since some of them were in the early stages of a rare
flowering, and would require constant observation and care. At this moment, he
sat with his favourite one: a tall, spiky, dull green plant which closely
resembled a cactus. When it needed water, it made an effort to move its limbs,
a little twitch that Neville found quite cute. Since it was a plant it didn’t
have bones, nor muscles, so its movement was extremely limited.
working on Neville?” You asked, jolting him out of his hasty note scribbling.
(Y/n).” He blushed, unable to look at you directly. He had to take at least a
minute or two to become accustomed to your sunny presence. “I-I’m just planning
out my day.”
A prompt for when you have time! Pansy x Neville and "Put some clothes on!"
“Put some clothes on!” Pansy yelled as she frantically dashed about her posh London flat, putting away swaths of fabrics and sketches of her latest designs. She glanced at Neville who was just standing in the doorway. “Witch Weekly will be here in an hour.” She whipped out her wand and sent the dirty dishes he tended to leave laying about off to the kitchen.
Neville, slightly baffled, spread his arms and looked down at his gardening outfit, and back at Pansy. “I am wearing clothes!”
The witch froze, half bent over with what could be either a gown or circus tent gathered up in her arms, narrowed her eyes and barely opened her mouth before Neville was walking towards the dresser, hands up in surrender.
This is something I am working on right now and just need the motivation to finish it. This has not been seen yet by anyone, so please enjoy this snippet.
“There is absolutely no way I am getting in that.” Draco
crossed his arms and glared at Hagrid.
mouth twitched in response as he looked around at the boats they were to get
inside. Everyone seemed to have formed groups of four and were making their way
towards the dodgy looking boats.
seemed to completely tune out Draco’s complaints to get inside his own boat
that was severely enlarged.
it will be okay.” A timid voice spoke up, causing Draco to spin around a little
cocked his head to the side as he considered the boy next to them. He had dark
blonde hair, neatly in place. A warm shade of brown eyes that were currently
regarding Draco in slight fear. The boy was clutching a toad so tightly that
Harry worried the poor thing would die of either suffocation or strangulation.
pristine robes, Harry knew that this boy was of money. His guess would be old
money, due to trousers he could see through the robes that were far too elegant
for a typical student. The stance had him knowing that the other boy often adopted
this pose. This was proven correct by the fact that there wasn’t an
uncomfortable straining of muscles. Which showed that his home life probably
wasn’t too pleasant if the boy felt the need to draw in on himself. The hands
holding the toad were shaking, showing an intense dislike of confrontation.
this at first glance showed Harry that the boy could potentially be a coward.
But… was it because of his own personality or because that was how he was
raised. Was it nature or nurture that was the issue?
placed a hand on Draco’s arm and waited until his friend’s shoulders dropped
slightly, showing that he would give Harry the go ahead.
your name?” Harry saw Draco’s brows raise in surprise at the friendly tone and
he had to hide a smirk. He needed to see the stranger in different
circumstances to really gain a new perspective on him.
glanced back at the timid boy and watched as his small show of kindness melted away all fear. This was someone
who had probably never been on the receiving end of any kindness in his whole life. Which was enlightening.
Longbottom.” It wasn’t said with much feeling and was a little breathy, but it
was enough to make Harry pause. This could go either really well… or really
locked eyes with Draco and waited patiently for the other boy to give him a
hint. He wasn’t good with names and by the boy’s clothes, he knew that he just had to be someone that
Draco would know. At least by surname.
was exasperation in silver eyes and Harry knew that Draco didn’t understand why he was bothering to care. He himself
wasn’t even sure if he was really going to avert attention to the boy either,
which is why he was looking to Draco in the first place.
almost invisible nod of agreement could be seen, and it had Harry turning back
towards the boy who was looking at them in confusion.
about your toad? Do they have a name?”
“Trevor.” It was clear
that the question had thrown Neville completely. Probably not used to any form
glanced towards the other students and noticed that Hagrid had gotten out of his boat and was helping a few of
them into their boats, which worked well for his conversation.
kind of toad is he?” He heard Draco’s sigh of impatience and he couldn’t help
but smile in response.
question had a happy glint forming in Neville’s eyes and it completely
transformed the boy. Harry nodded politely when the boy began talking of
theories on the origin of the first toad and what was healthier for Common
could tell by the way Neville become animated at the topics the boy knew well,
that there was unbridled potential just gleaming, waiting for someone to come
along and give a gentle nudge. It was clear by the wide variety of knowledge
that Neville was smart, only question was if the boy believed that himself.
nudged him once in the rib and he looked up to see resignation in his eyes but
there was also a small twitching of pink lips. Harry didn’t need words to know
that Draco was a little intrigued by Neville as well. The boy was nothing like them and that… was
only when Neville stopped talking that they stopped looking at each other and
glanced as one, towards the other boy.
cleared his throat and snorted at the way Neville eyed him nervously.
“Welcome.” He extended his hand slowly and shot Harry a smug look. As if to
say, ‘See? I can play nice’.
to what?” Neville asked in confusion as he extended his hand out as well.
would seem that you are going to be a part of what was once a duo.”
Neville said slowly, looking unsure but excited at the same time. “But
shouldn’t I know your names first before we become a trio?”
let out a little laugh as he shared an amused look with Draco. “He is Draco
Malfoy.” He snorted at the way Neville’s eyes widened drastically. “And I am
Things just got interesting.” Or complicated. Harry could see there was a
slight worry to his eyes, but he wasn’t sure what was the cause of that.
let out a loud laugh as he shook his head. “I just might like you, Neville.” He
paused for a moment as he narrowed his eyes in thought. “One thing is for
certain, we are going to be the best friends you could possibly have.” Draco
tilted his head to the side. “Not to mention the most elegant, too.”
them could tell instantly that Neville had never had a friend. Which was the
common thread among their sad little trio. But… Draco’s words had gone a long
way towards Neville and Harry knew that the boy was already agreeing with Draco
had been right about one thing. Harry knew that things had definitely become
I am really hoping my motivation will allow me to finish this chapter. If you are interested in reading this story, that can be found here. Harry is quite different in this story. Give it a shot.
You just know that the Hufflepuff 7th years “adopt” a new 1st year (from any house) and protect them the whole year, because that child is not just some 11 year old witch or wizard, oh no- that child is the son/daughter of the graduating Hufflepuff year.
* 7th year and Hufflepuff prefect, Gabriel Truman sits down with the rest of Hufflepuff for dinner one October evening.
* Abby Bones, one of his closest friends, is in the seat next to him practically praying to the slice of cake she was devouring.
* Gabriel, who is used to this behavior, notices a first year boy sitting at Gryffindor table. He is a little tall for his age and has dark brown hair, in his hands is a Remembrall.
* Gabriel smiles a little when he sees the wonder in the eyes of the kid who clearly has no idea what he’s forgotten.
* Then Gabriel’s happiness turns to confusion as a young Slytherin boy takes it from him and starts to mess with the kid Gabe is already so fond of.
* That’s when he (and the rest of the Hufflepuff 7th years) decided that Neville Longbottom would be their 1st year.
* Just before Christmas rolls around Neville revives a letter that says “you’re absolutely stellar Nev, and Hufflepuff is rooting for you!” -G+Co.
* Neville is of course more than surprised when he sees this but the Fat Friar later informs him about this Hufflepuff tradition and Neville is ecstatic!
* This time he was the special one and people were looking after him. It was all he could do to keep himself from telling all his new dorm mates.
* Not that is wasn’t super obvious, Hufflepuff had a blast watching over Neville. There were always at least two Hufflepuffs near Neville at anytime and every time Draco Malfoy tried to make fun of Neville Abby would just stare him down waving her wand in the air suggestively.
* Soon enough not only was Neville safe from harm he had friends, real friends. Like Ginny and Luna or Dean, Seamus, and Ron. He could even say he was friends with Harry Potter. The Harry Potter!
* Exam time was coming up for 1st years and some of his favorite times included studying for herbology with his favorite 7th years.
* One time Harry and Ron were sneaking out of the common room in the middle of the night and Neville tried to stop them. He stood up to his friends, by himself. He knew he would we okay with out his friends looking after him.
* Once they graduated things were different for Neville, but good different. He was a new Neville, a better Neville and it was thanks to their help.
* Being the loving Hufflepuffs they are many of them would still write Neville and he would reply as soon as humanly possible.
* By 6th year Neville barley had time to write to anyone. With DA and Voldemort’s return Neville’s life was different again, bad different.
* He wanted nothing more than to see his old Hufflepuff friends but now he could barley be with his friends that were in the same year as he was.
* By 7th year almost all of his friends were gone Dean, Ron, Hermione, Harry, Luna… the list goes on, but he knew he had to support the cause, fight the fight, so that good could win. And he could get revenge on Bellatrix Lestrange.
* He ended up leading Dumbledores Army that year and sent out letters to all his old friends that a war was rising and he needed help.
* He was nervous about the letters, what if they never got them, or had just ignored them; forgotten about Neville. Or worse, what if they weren’t even- no he couldn’t think that way, he had to stay confident.
* It was the battle of Hogwarts Neville was in the room of requirement standing on a chair in front of almost 60 Hogwarts students. They were ready.
* Suddenly a fourth year Gryffindor came running into the room, panting and yelling something about a bunch of adult witches and wizards all there to see Neville Longbottom.
* The room immediately broke into whispers and arguments about what to do. Neville had to keep his cool, he knew it was probably some ministry goons sent by Lucius Malfoy, to try and put a stop to D.A. But Neville made it very clear he would not let anyone stop them.
* They all cheered and yelled while Neville walked through the crowd to go see who it was.
* Nine Men and Women were all standing together talking in rushed whispers. Neville was confused, who were these people? He was too far away he couldn’t tell. He quickly sped up and that’s when he noticed.
* In their hands they weren’t clutching their wands, like most were, (because you never know when you may be attacked.) they were holding each other.
* He had only ever seen that kind of trust three times before. The first, in a picture of his parents, during the first war against Voldemort. Another time was between Harry, Ron, Hermione and the rest of the DA during 5th year. The other time was the unspoken trust every Hufflepuff had for one another. These were no death eaters.
* As soon as he realized his fast walk became a run and he yelled “Truman!”
* One tall wizard with black hair and round glasses turned to see Neville’s dirt covered, smiling face. Nevilles stopped in his tracks a few feet in front of them all.
* “No…” Gabriel whispered but a smile began to find its way onto his face and he looked at Neville. “Neville? Little Neville Longbottom.” Almost unable to believe that this tall strong confident man was the same little insecure kid they knew all those a years ago.
* Neville smiled and gave a sheepish “yeah” not sure what to do
* Then as if they could read his mind all of them went as quickly as they could to hug Neville and get a look at how much he had grown after 7 years.
* “Oh my god Neville!” Abby managed to say between laughs of happiness. “If we had known you were going to turn out to be this good looking we would chosen some other first year!” She joked and Neville laughed.
* “I couldn’t be here with out you” he said and one of them, Elise Hart, punched his shoulder playfully “Come off it!”
* “No really.” He said emotional but serious. “I wouldn’t be who I am today without the love and support you all showed me that first year.”
* “Neville” Gabriel started to say and another one, Josh Larnam, put a hand on Gabes shoulder. “It was our pleasure.”
* Neville grinned and then said “Well, are you guys gonna fight or not?”
(This sorta turned into like a little au but its real cute so I’ll go with it)
What if Voldemort didn't offer Frank or Alice Longbottom a chance to sacrifice themselves for their child, his offering to spare Lily was only a whim based on a prior request to do so. What if he killed Alice and Frank without hesitation, and was able to kill defenseless little Neville. Then just to be safe, he tracked the Potter's down too. What if Snape didn't find out in time, and Lily was murdered without thought, and Harry shortly after.
What if Voldemort went after Harry and Neville, and gave no one a chance to die for them? What if both Chosen Ones died as children?
Gosh, we didn’t want to pull our punches today, did we. Okay, well, I guess here we go–
Because Voldemort wasn’t gone, because there was not a sudden flood of peace–they didn’t send enough Aurors to take down Sirius Black.
Instead of standing laughing in the street when they came to arrest him, Sirius ran. He Apparated away and went to find Remus, because they still had work to do.
That first meeting, after Remus got the news of Peter’s “death,” of everyone’s, was a difficult one. It was outside the wreck and ruin of the little cottage in Godric’s Hollow and that only made it worse. It had been the only place Sirius had been sure Remus would go that night.
“What a Halloween, eh, Moony?” he said from the bushes and Remus almost cursed him right there, until Sirius managed to shout and dodge and wave his hands enough to explain that they’d switched the Secret Keeper. Sirius started laughing when he saw Remus start to believe him, and it wasn’t the mad laughter of a man who had lost everything, because Sirius hadn’t, not quite.
When Remus buried his head into Sirius’s shoulder, outside the slightly smoking shell of Lily and James’s home, they both cried like the children they were.
In a different world, they would have had this reunion in the scarred confines of the Shrieking Shack, thirteen years too late. In a different world, Sirius would have been gaunt, grimy, gasping with demented fury. Remus would have been washed out, threadbare. They would both have looked far too old for their ages, but there would have been a boy with messy hair and his mother’s green eyes staring accusingly out at them. In a different world, Harry would have hated Sirius until he understood, and then he would have loved his godfather for the rest of his life.
If you asked them, the boys crying on Lily and James’s doorstep, or the skeleton of a wanted man and the wan ghost with the beast living under his skin– if you asked them which world they preferred, they’d have an easy answer for you.
But what did happen, in this story where they buried the Chosen Ones too early and there was no love to bring them back? They kept fighting. The war did not end. Voldemort had seven Horcruxes and he thought he was immortal. For now, he was.
In this world, there was no prophesied boy. Love was not magic; it was only soft touches and quiet words, promises they could not promise to keep. An extra piece of chocolate tucked into a packed lunch. A mother’s favorite earrings passed down and down, hand to hand. Love was not magic. It did not resurrect.
Halloween Night 1981 was one more night in a long fight, to almost everyone. This was not the first time whole families had been lost. This was not the last time they would bury children.
But that night, Augusta Longbottom withered. Peter Pettigrew shivered, somewhere, welcomed into plush halls with open arms. Petunia Dursley found only the milk on her doorstep in the morning.
When Remus took Sirius back to one of his safe houses, Remus drank the same way he had in that other reality–in mourning and not any kind of celebration. But this time, he did not drink alone.
Only Dumbledore curled in on himself over lost opportunity, knowing exactly how much hope they’d lost in those two houses, now empty, now cold. He knew about the prophecies, Sybil Trelawney’s hoarse forgotten promises. He knew how powerful Tom had become and he knew how much weight they had been hoping to put on the shoulders of those two lost boys. He knew Harry had had his mother’s eyes.
(Albus did not know, however, about Neville’s first word or that Harry had refused new, magical toys to instead chew and slobber on Lily’s favorite, soft old doll, which she had carried from a Muggle world to a magical one.
Dumbledore thought about the war that night. It would save lives, this old man and his tired soul, that this was how he mourned. But there were more opportunities lost here than a war one day won; there was a grief here that had nothing to do with strategy.)
“We are lost, Minerva,” Dumbledore said.
Professor McGonagall was trembling, thin and severe with it. “You don’t think that,” she said and she was right. But it was a night to believe thoughts like that. In the morning, there would be new plans, new hopes, but not on this Halloween. Dumbledore took out a lemon drop and sucked on it. Minerva found the fire whiskey. The sun rose, eventually. They called a meeting of the Order the next day.
There was no prophesied boy, but there was still this–dozens of shadowed young faces looking up at Albus and not running, even at the very end of the world. Dumbledore looked out at his chess pieces, pawns and queens; his children and his friends; his collateral damage. He had the beginnings of a plan swelling in his chest.
It would take them decades to get their hands, quietly, on every Horcrux. Tom Riddle had to think they were secret. He had to think he was safe. It would take them almost decades, but one day he would be mortal again.
These dozens of faces–they were mortal now. Alastor Moody could feel mortality in the aches of old broken bones; Andromeda rewrote her own last name, refused to fear sea serpents, and refused to pretend that the serpents could not swallow any one of them whole. Remus and Sirius felt empty, gaping holes in the seats around them, and they made crude, expansive, joyous toasts to friends’ memories.
When Molly first reached over and held Arthur’s hand, they knew this was something that could not last. That was why they held hands, held on, held tight.