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Neville Longbottom has a minion!

Trevor the Toad




Neville Longbottom
Legacy Name: Neville Longbottom


The Glade Telenine
Owner: Paddy

Age: 14 years, 5 months

Born: October 29th, 2009

Adopted: 12 years, 10 months ago

Adopted: May 29th, 2011


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July 22nd, 2012

Statistics


  • Level: 2
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 1
     
  • Books Read: 1
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Soil Mixer





As Neville packed his trunk ready for his 7th and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he marvelled at how he had changed since his first trip on the Hogwarts Express. His grandmother had taken him to Kings Cross to see him off, and was constantly berating him for having lost Trevor, his pet toad.


He remembered how excited he had been at packing his trunk for the first time, making sure he had his ticket for the school train, some money for the food trolley, a brand new feather quill and various bottles of ink.... he paused with a grimace at how he had managed to drop the ink bottle in the shop, the glass shattering as it collided with the stone floor, the bright red ink flowing across the stone like blood....


The first time the lunch trolley witch had come down the train, he'd dropped his Sickles, which rolled under the seat. Before his fumbling fingers could pick them up, Trevor had made another break for freedom, and the lunch trolley witch had passed on by.


Once they had arrived at Hogwarts that year, he remembered the excitement, mixed with pure and utter terror at the thought of being sorted in front of the entire school. What if they decided he wasn't enough of a Wizard to be in a Hogwarts house, and said he needed a Kwikspell course instead? Then the hat had placed him in Gryffindor, where the brave students went, and he spent the rest of the year wondering if the hat really knew him that well at all.


Neville shook his head to clear out those embarrassing memories, and dropped his eyes to his half-packed trunk. The sight of his potions cauldron abandoned in the corner of his bedroom reminded him of the terror he felt each time Professor Snape had even been in the same room. There was something about that greasy haired teacher that made Neville's heart drop, as he prepared himself for the inevitable criticisms that were bound to appear.


Picking up his Charms book, he remembered Professor McGonnagall's praise for him at the start of his 6th year. He'd thought that with the events in the Ministry of Magic at the end of the previous term, there'd be detentions for leaving the Hogwarts grounds during term time, but the professors were all full of praise and admiration at the way they had dealt with the situation. Even Neville's grandmother had become a little less harsh, and had lessened her comments about how Neville wasn't living up to his father's standard.


And now it was going to be the start of his 7th year at Hogwarts. As he folded his school uniform and laid it carefully on the top of the items in his trunk, he draped his Gryffindor scarf casually around his neck and sighed. Back when he started at Hogwarts, everything had seemed so strange: a strange combination of excitement, and blind terror at the unknown. After his first few lessons with Snape, the terror began to take over, but in the last couple of years, Neville had felt himself becoming a little more confident.


Glancing around the room, he caught sight of the Mimbulus Mimbletonia his Uncle had given him in his 5th year at Hogwarts. It was positively thriving now, much to Professor Sprout's delight. Herbology was definitely his strength at Hogwarts, but even his Charms work had improved over the last year.


He found himself musing over what possible career he could have after he left Hogwarts, but a familiar sense of panic arose in him, as he couldn't see any possible job that he would have the skills to even attempt. After all, he was set to become a fine Herbologist, but as his Grandmother had mentioned several years previously, he needed to find a real job which would earn enough to put food on the table.


Closing his trunk, he scanned the room quickly to double check he'd not omitted anything, and spotted the current edition of the Daily Prophet newspaper. Hesitating for a moment of indecisiveness, Neville folded it, and slipped it into his jacket pocket. Admittedly there wasn't much real news in the paper - nothing about Voldemort or his Death Eaters, but Neville had read through the three page article about Snape's promotion to Headmaster with a sinking heart. At least though, he wouldn't have Snape to worry about in Defence Against the Dark Arts classes this year....


The sound of his grandmother's voice calling from downstairs woke him from his thoughts, and carefully carrying his trunk down the stairs, they stepped out into the Dementor's dark fog that surrounded every street in Britain. As they walked down the street, the fog obliterated them from sight.


*


The fog faded, taking the memories with it, as the Penseive was shaken by a pair of rough calloused hands. Not for the first time, the owner of those hands said a silent thank you to Dumbledore, not only for his confidence in him as a student, but also for the generous gift in his will of the Penseive. Like Dumbledore, he had felt numerous occasions where there were far too many thoughts in his head, and needed to extract them to muse over them at leisure.


A quick glance at the clock stirred him from his memories, and carefully carrying the Penseive over to the cupboard, he placed it on the top shelf and locked the door. Rubbing his hands together in eager anticipation, Professor Longbottom stood at the entrance to Greenhouse 1, ready to welcome the first students into his Herbology lessons.


"In one swift, fluid motion Neville broke free of the Body-Bind Curse upon him; the flaming Hat fell off him and he drew from its depths something silver, with a glittering, rubied handle --

The slash of the silver blade could not be heard over the roar of the oncoming crowd, or the sounds of the clashing giants, or of the stampeding centaurs, and yet it seemed to draw every eye. With a single stroke, Neville sliced off the great snake's head, which spun high into the air, gleaming in the light flooding from the entrance hall..."

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, by JK Rowling - page 587





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Based on: Neville Longbottom from the Harry Potter books by JK Rowling.
All references to the Harry Potter world, including quotations, belong to JK Rowling

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