The Adventures of Neville Longbottom

In The Order of the Phoenix, the prophecy said "...the boy born as the seventh month dies..." so it could have been Neville or Harry that was "the chosen one". Well I wrote a story about what would have happened if Neville was chosen.


Chapter One
On The Train

Neville Longbottom walked down the train corridor. He couldn’t find a compartment to sit in and he had lost his pet toad, Trevor.
‘Just wonderful;’ He thought. ‘I’m living with my horrid Aunt Millie and Uncle Jonathan, who didn’t even want me to come to Hogwarts because they describe all witches and wizards as “freaks” my parents don’t know who I am, and my Gran is dead. And now I’ve lost my toad and can’t find a place to sit.’ He finally found a compartment to sit in. There were three faces looking out of the window staring at him. There was a plump bushy-haired girl, a read-haired boy with loads of freckles, and a boy with black hair that looked as if he’s been zooming around on his broom. Neville opened the door.
“Um, can I sit here? I’m-” the girl cut him off.
“Neville Longbottom!” she screamed. The boys rushed over to shake his hand. He sighed. He was used to this. He was sick of being treated like a celebrity. After all, Voldemort wasn’t really dead, just too weak to do anything. It’s not like he killed him. If anybody should get credit, it was his Gran. It was her love that saved him and defeated Voldemort, not little baby Neville.
“I’m Harry Potter!” The black-haired boy announced. “It’s an honor to meet you!”
“Ron Weasley! Do you have the…” The red-haired boy’s voice trailed off, and he was suddenly embarrassed.
“Scar? Yeah, I’ve got it.” He pulled back his hair to reveal a red lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead. “Wish I didn’t though. It’s a constant reminder of my parents and my Gran. Gran died trying to protect me from Vol- you-know-who, and Bellatrix Lestrange tortured my parents into insanity trying to find out where I was. My parents don’t even know who I am…” Neville fell silent when Hermione began to cry.
“Y-You p-poor b-boy!!!” she stammered. She jumped up to hug him.
“’Mione you’re choking him!” Ron shouted as Neville’s face turned a deep shade of red.
“Oh Neville, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry!”
“It’s okay Hermione. I’m okay, really.” Neville’s face had returned to its normal color so it seemed he really was alright. “I seem to have lost my toad, Trevor though. Do you think you could help me find him?”
“Of course!” the group of four set out to look for Trevor the toad.

It had been hours, and still no sign of Trevor. They reached the Slytherin and those-who-wish-to-be-in-Slytherin compartments. Only a door stood between then and the horrid pure-bloods.
“Should we go in?” Ron was starting to look pale.
“Of course! He’s probably in there! Honestly, what’s so bad about Slytherin’s?” Harry, Ron, and Neville stared at her in disbelief.
“What’s so bad? What’s so bad about Slyth-“ Ron began, but fainted. Harry sighed.
“I’ll drag him back to the compartment.” Harry sighed again, then grabbed Ron’s feet and started to drag him back to their compartment.
“Well, I guess we should go look for Trevor.” Hermione said confidently.
“Oh…yeah…okay. I guess….” Neville pushed open the door.
“What’s a mudblood doing in here?!?”
“How’s mum and dad, Longbottom? Oh and how about Grandma?” third year Slytherin’s snickered at the last one.
“SHUT UP AND LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Hermione screamed at the boys.
“Ooooooh…..listen to little mudblood, defending her little boyfriend.”
“Stupid toad. Why won’t you jump out the window?” Neville heard the boy and spun around to see who said it. There was a boy his age holding-
“TREVOR! Let him go you git!” he yelled at a white-haired, grey-eyed, pale-skinned boy. The two boys stared at each other and pulled out their wands.
“Don’t you know who I am?”
“Yeah, but I rather wish I didn’t.”
“Shut up, Longbottom.”
“Shove off, Malfoy.” Trevor the toad hopped into Neville’s pocket without Malfoy noticing. Just then the witch pushing the trolley shoved her way through the crowd.
“No dueling! You don’t want to be expelled on your first day! Oh you don’t even know any spells, you’re only first years! Go back to your compartments and say there until we arrive at Hogwarts!” Neville shoved his hand in his pocket and held Trevor so he wouldn’t escape again.
“C’mon Hermione.” They shoved their way out of the Slytherin car. “Thanks for sticking up for me, Hermione.”
“Your welcome. Gee, if I’m in Slytherin I’ll die!” she suddenly turned pale at the thought of being in Slytherin.
“Don’t worry. There’s never been any muggle born’s in Slytherin.”
“Neville?”
“Hmm?”
“What was that thing they were calling me? Mudblood? What does it mean?” Neville sighed.
“It’s a foul name for someone born with muggle’s as parents. It means they have dirty blood. It’s a horrible name.” Hermione turned pale and tears welled in her eyes.
“Do I? Do I really have dirty blood?”
“No! Of course you don’t! Malfoy’s just a ruddy git, that’s all. He’s just a bully. Gran told me once, before she died, that she went to school with his dad, Lucius. Lucius beat up first-years, and was especially mean to muggle borns. No doubt Draco’s the same as his dad.” Suddenly the train’s whistle blew. Hermione and Neville sprinted back to their compartment to look out of the window. There was the magnificent Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, windows sparkling with light from the sunset, lake shimmering beautifully with the reflection of the rising moon at the edge.
‘We are here.’ Neville realized. ‘it’s time to be sorted!’ He was so nervous that he fainted and fell face-first onto the floor.








I plan on writing the whole series. That was the first chapter in Neville Longbottom and the Sorcerer's Stone!