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Neville screwing up a potion and afterwards Snape's daughter(maybe in slytherin) is finished with her's walks over and starts helping him. She knows a detention is in order just doesn't care.

Sedna looked at her perfect potion and sighed.  It was so easy to make that she wanted to throw up.  She didn’t want easy.  She didn’t want perfect.

She wanted a challenge

Her father had always allowed her to brew potions with him, so she’d never really had a moment of her life where she could say she was clueless. There were certain concoctions that involved very expensive ingredients or were dangerous to make, and he’d rightly forbidden her to make them until she was older, but it still irritated her to no end.  Sometimes, she accused her father of holding her back, but he just gave her that withering, tired look that said “I’m a single father of an overly precocious daughter and I have negative patience left after dealing with dunderheads all day” and that would be that.

As her father stalked through the classroom (always ignoring her, she noted with a small sneer of irritation), Sedna turned to look at the Gryffindor side of the room.  Immediately, her eyes widened as she stared at the curl of blackish-green smoke emanating from Neville Longbottom’s caldron. The pudgy boy was sitting by himself, as it was obvious that the other Gryffindors knew better than to pair up with him. Sedna glanced at her father, who was berating Crabbe and Goyle for trying to make chocolate fondue in their caldron instead of the assignment, and snuck across the back of the classroom as quietly as she could, coming to a stop behind Longbottom’s rather wide backside.

“Ahem,” she said, clearing her throat loudly.

Neville jumped as though he’d been shot, falling forward towards his smoking potion.

Sedna rolled her eyes. This would not do.  She levitated the potion and grabbed Neville by the hem of his robes for good measure, pulling him back until he toppled into her.  The potion landed with a clang on the table and Sedna grunted at the weight of Neville’s body against her chest.  Neville turned and blushed deeply, muttering an apology to her as he tried to look at the floor.

“You look like you need help,” she said, trying to look as friendly as possible.  

This was not easy, especially with her father’s harsh and hawkish features on her pale, freckled face. Luckily, due to her youth and well-loved upbringing, these features were softer than they were in her father’s face, but she always marveled at how no one seemed to make the connection.  She kept her hair back in a tight ponytail and wore small, rectangular spectacles over her amber eyes, but other than that, she looked very much like her father.

Neville stammered something out and just pointed at the potion, which had gone a strange scarlet color and had taken on the consistency of clotted blood.

Sedna stared.  She’d never seen anything like this.

“I’ll fix it,” she said, not knowing if she was actually telling the truth or not.

She rolled up her sleeves.  She’d just have to try.

Sedna worked quickly, taking the caldron off the heat and adding a couple of counter-clockwise stirs to mute the chemical reaction that was building inside. She ordered Neville to mince some cinnamon as she added some camphor leaves to counterbalance the volatile reaction of Neville’s improperly handled ingredients.  Neville did so, looking at her with a strange mixture of fear and surprise as he worked.

From time to time, she told him to go to the store room to grab various things.  Though Neville still looked a little worried, he did as he was asked, and she instructed him through a number of extra steps that were not in the book on his table.  Soon, the potion was beginning to look much improved. It was a celery green color and small bubbles rose to the surface.  There was no smoke.  

Sedna frowned at the concoction and then nodded at Neville to add the seaweed chunks.  He did so and the potion emitted a fine mist from the center. 

It wasn’t perfect, but it would do.

Sedna helped Neville bottle a few vials of the potion, as the amount had grown due to the additions, but by the end of class, Neville seemed to be in much better spirits, even though Snape had marked him down for receiving help.

“You’re amazing,” he said, as they left class to go to the Great Hall for lunch.

“Not really,” Sedna said, shifting her rucksack onto her right shoulder. “To be honest, I’m more impressed with you.”

Neville looked shocked and stammered out something unintelligible at this.

“I mean,” she continued, “I know my potions.  I also know that it’s very hard to make a mess of the potion that you made a mess of.  And yet…you made this impressive…thing.  Even though it was wrong and probably horribly dangerous, you were still able to do it, which is interesting.  That’s why I came over and helped you. Next time, we should be partners.  It would be interesting, and I like interesting.”

Neville thought for a long moment and then nodded.

“It’s because of your dad, isn’t it?” he asked, looking at Sedna with a strange, slightly uncharacteristically calculating look.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Sedna replied, her mind racing with shock.  How could it be that this little shy lump of a boy could have noticed what no one else seemed to see?

“I mean, Snape. He’s you’re father, isn’t he?” Neville said with a shrug. “I noticed pretty early on in the year, but I didn’t want to say anything because it’s obviously something you’re both keeping a secret.  That’s ok with me.  I…I know what that feels like.”

Sedna frowned.  She wasn’t sure exactly what this would mean for her, but he seemed sincere about it.

“Okay, then,” she said, ushering him into one of the secret passageways. “Then, if you’re not going to tell my secret, I think it’s fair that you give me one of yours. You know, as collateral.”

Neville blinked with confusion for a moment before nodding with understanding. “Okay. I can do that.  I’ll tell you something humiliating about my parents, then.”

Sedna looked at him dubiously.  This boy was the sort of timid, mousy child who seemed to have come from a background of pureblooded wealth, judging from his name. How could he have any terrible secrets at all?  It didn’t seem possible.

“Very well,” she said, “but if I don’t like it, I reserve the right to make you give me something else.”

“O…okay,” Neville stuttered, looking away from her. “T-the truth is, my mum and dad are…damaged.  They got tortured during the war when I was a baby.  They were protecting me from…Y-you-k-know-who. They’re still alive and in St. Mungos, but they don’t even know I’m there.  They just….they just walk around…like empty shells.”

Neville looked as though he was about to cry as he finished telling Sedna his secret, and she stood there feeling equal parts awkward and terrible.  Neville’s eyes finally overflowed with tears and he cried into his hands, which only made things more awkward.  Sedna patted his shoulder and waited until his sobs had subsided.

“You didn’t have to tell me something that upsetting if you didn’t want to, you know,” she said, as he wiped his nose on his sleeve.

“I know how much your secret means to you.  I wanted to give you something equally important in exchange.” Neville shrugged, looking oddly proud in a frumpy sort of way.

Sedna nodded. “I appreciate that.  Chivalry of this sort is not common nowadays. I suppose that we should head to lunch, though.”

Neville smiled sadly and nodded back. 

“Right. I look forward to working with you in the future, Longbottom.”

“Just call me Neville, if you could,” Neville said, smoothing back his hair from where it had fallen over his eyes.

“Fine.  Neville.  Then you’ll call me Sedna.  It makes us even.”

“Partners, then?” Neville stretched his hand out and Sedna took it, grasping his fingers firmly as she shook back.

Interesting partners.” She grinned, already looking forward to tomorrow’s disaster.

I’m imagining the epilouge but with Neville’s kid instead of Harry’s.
  • Sensibly Named Child:Dad, what if the hat puts me in Slytherin?
  • Neville:Then it means you really are a Slytherin. Do you have any idea how hard I begged to be a Hufflepuff? How hard I argued with the hat against Gryffindor? And you know what, it turns out the hat was right and I pulled the sword out of the hat and killed the snake. It's a magical hat and you're an eleven year old who thinks Axe works to attract girls. You know nothing, listen to the hat.

I had a thought: Neville’s greatest fear was Snape. And for ten months of every year for seven years, he went back and faced that fear over and over and over again. It would be like tossing Ron into a nest of spiders every day. Or pitching Harry against a Dementor every day. Neville went back for Potions every time, never skipped out, never ran away. Kid was braver than anyone ever noticed from the very beginning, even before he started standing up for himself.

  • Harry:Hey Neville, how are my kids doing at Hogwarts?
  • Neville:*flashbacks of James in detention for wandering the corridors after curfew, Albus in detention for being caught with his hand down Scorpius Malfoy's pants, Lily in detention for punching a boy who said girls are weak*
  • Neville:Haha, just peachy! No worries, Harry!

Although there were several moments when I wanted to say ‘Avada kedavra’ to this piece, I’m quite happy how it turned out. =) Thank you J.K. Rowling for inspiring me and so many others with the stories of these enchanting characters. 

This will be available on my etsy shop withing the week. I’ve got to get everything ready for the ‘Outbreak Expo’ at Frank&Sons this weekend first though. *laughs* Hopefully I’ll see some of y’all there!