It wasn’t often that Rosalind found herself in London, so when she was at home, she tried to swing by as many of her favorite places as she could. She’d done some writing in the morning, so she decided upon a trip to Hogsmeade to putter around and grab a couple of things before she set off again. She bought a new quill (because she couldn’t control herself), before buying some sweets inside Honeydukes. The blonde was strolling along the sidewalks when she felt something hop onto her shoulder. She stopped in her tracks and took whatever it was off of her shoulder, laughing softly when she noticed it was a toad. “What are you doing on the loose? Do you have an owner?” She asked the toad, as if it would answer, before looking around in the hopes that she’d find someone. Rosalind chose the first person who looked like they had a slightly panicked look upon their face.
“You wouldn’t by chance be missing a toad, would you?”
neville couldn’t remember the last time he had been to hogsmeade, certainly several years had past since he last stepped foot in the small village. even longer had passed since he’d visited hogwarts. but that wouldn’t be true for long, he’d be returning to the castle the very next day. having received an owl from professor sprout, inviting him to tea and feeling as if he couldn’t turn her down, he had made the necessary arrangements at work and then set off. he’d decided to come a day early, to give himself time to get used to the idea, as well as visit aberforth. tired of pacing back and forth, he collected trevor and departed, figuring aberforth would have something to cure his nerves.
as he walked along the path, neville found himself imagining that he was back in school- on a weekend trip to hogsmeade. he could still picture himself siting at a small table at the three broomsticks with ginny and luna, sipping his butterbeer as luna talked about the latest quibbler article. afterwards they would go to honeydukes, stuffing their pockets with sweets, and then they’d just wander around. the happy memory brought a sort of calm to neville, as a smile spread across his face. however, his bliss was quickly interrupted when he realized that trevor had gone missing. fortunately, he didn’t have to look long before he spotted the blonde, holding his toad in her hands. “oh trevor!” he cried as he rushed to scoop up his pet, “you found him! thank you so much!” he quickly began to ramble, “can i buy you a butter beer?”
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he held neville close for a moment longer before he could bring himself to let go. he wasn’t sure the last time he’d had a hug to be quite honest and he certainly wasn’t expecting his next to be from neville longbottom. “mate, i’ve missed you.” he didn’t blurt that out, he’d thought about it for a few seconds before and nothing else he could think of saying felt enough. out all the people he wanted to see again, neville was at the very top of his list, after all, they’d shared a dorm for their entire school life and dean had found it hard to sleep for the first couple of months away from school without the noise of the other boys. seamus, ron, harry (whenever he was actually in his dorm and actually sleeping that was) but of course neville. he remembered in his seventh year, when he had to go on the run that he tried his best to keep in contact with him so he didn’t worry too much.
“i have a lot to catch up on.”
neville was reluctant to let go, fearing that if he did dean would disappear all over again, but he realized the other needed personal space, so sighing he took a step back, his arms falling to his side. although his judgment was impaired, he spent the next minute silently surveying his friend, searching for any differences. it was more than clear, that dean was not the same man as he was when they graduated, but he remained silent. “i’ve missed you too!” he was quick to respond, wanting dean to know just how much he had been missed. though he was careful not to guilt his friend. “yes you do,” he nodded, “i can try to recap? where do you want me to start? i’m an auror now, i still think it’s a dream half the time, i mean me an auror?” he quickly began to ramble.
“——— i swear they’re not that bad. i got bitten because i wasn’t paying attention… but they’re usually just a little… bitchy?” grindylows were probably her least favorite sea creature so she had no idea why she was defending them… maybe because it really had been her bad this time and as she told her friend about her recent visit to st. mungos, it just didn’t feel right to put all the blame on it. “so yeah! maybe just use some sort of protection if you’re gonna play around with the one i brought from the lake.”
“right, bitchy,” neville responded with a nervous gulp as he nodded his head, as he listened to what aura was telling him, make sure to pay extra attention. he had a horrible track record when it came to magical creatures, and he was determined to leave the encounter without any serious injuries, “i will definitely make sure to wear gloves or something,” he added, as he bit down on his lip. “what else did you do on your trip?” he asked, hoping to steer the conversation away from the grindylow.
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to his own disbelief dean had won a bet on the holyhead harpies, he never counted himself as lucky but he couldn’t help but feel it today, it was either luck or the high levels of alcohol he’s been consuming since earlier that day - trust him, he needed it. he was sharing a tent with three co-workers who were struggling to put one foot in front of the other. he was currently trying not to lose them, apologising to every person they tumbled into on the way to get to the food stands. one unsuspecting passerby had just been inflicted with dean’s bad guidance and ended up getting their foot stood on. “too much firewhiskey and not enough cauldron cakes to go round mate, i’m sorry about them.”
eyes wide with shock, he blurted “neville?”
neville was having a blast, in fact, he hadn’t had this much fun in well, had he ever had this much fun? perhaps, but if he had it had been a very long time. and to think he had almost stayed in london to catch up on work! of course, it helped that he was very, very intoxicated. something he also hadn’t originally planned on. but celebrations had gotten out of hand, and now he found himself wandering around trying to find something to eat. in fact he had just sat down with his food when it was walked on. “hey!” he cried out, eyebrows furrowing together as he lifted his head to look at the culprit. what he was not expecting was to find a familiar face staring back at him. “dean?” he responded, dumbfounded as he tried to process what he was seeing. before ultimately letting out a loud yell as he rushed to throw his arms around his mate, “oh my god! dean! you’re here!” he continued to ramble off a list of obvious statements as his grip on the other male tightened. it’d been far too long since he’d seen his friend, and he was afraid that if he let go he’d find out he was just imagining things.
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“uh, neville-” she loved him, she really did, and she understood that he was an affectionate friend who showed such feelings and others ( relief, for example ), with HUGS ; but one of her arms was currently immobilized because of the fractured scapula sustained during the match, and he hadn’t seemed to think about that before throwing his arms around her. “don’t be offended, but… ow?”
a loud holler escaped from neville’s lips as his eyes landed on ginny from across the tent, a bottle of beer clutched tightly in his hand he made his way through the crowd, apologizing as he pumped into people, until he finally reached his friend. and then, without any thought, he let out another sound, as he threw his arms around ginny. “there’s our star!” he added, for good measure, though the smile that was plastered across his face quickly vanished once he realized that he had just hugged someone with a fractured scapula. “i am so sorry!” he gasped, eyes widening as he staggered backwards, “i wasn’t thinking-i sorry!” he was at a loss for words, how could he be such an idiot? “i didn’t hurt you, did i? should i call a medic?”
energy absolutely surged through the british moors. only the best for one of the biggest weekends in the quidditch world. most people would just show up the day of the game, but luna and neville? oh, no they were camping out all weekend. because well, why not? it was fun and it gave the pair much needed time to spend time with each other. turns out when you’re adults you don’t get to see your friends as much as you’d like. besides, when would they ever pass up an opportunity to cheer on their girls in green? never. after reaching the ground from their little portkey flight (luna loved this way of travel, really. others weren’t such big fans, but the same could not be said about her maybe because she was still a little loony), they pitched their tent up right. “nice, huh? do you think it’s big enough to fit all my hats i brought?” the raven haired girl questioned the male with a slight smile as they entered the rather large tent. magic was truly something, wasn’t it?
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neville hadn’t felt this level of excitement for quite some time, and he just couldn’t help but relax. it was one of the biggest matches of the year! the harpies had a chance to go all the way, and he was going to be cheering for ginny with luna by his side! it was truly perfect. of course there was some initial struggle over pitching the tent, involving a few minutes where he was trapped underneath, but luna figured it out eventually. “it might be a tight fit, but i think we’ll manage,” he smiled, as he stepped into the tent, a gasp escaping from his lips as he turned to take in the the interior. “wow, it’s interesting,” he added, unable to come up with anything else to say as he had just stepped into what what he could only describe as the inside of luna’s mind. it was absolutely perfect, this weekend was going to be absolutely perfect. “alright! what should we do first?” he asked, eyebrow raised as he turned to look at luna.
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BRIEF HISTORY:
life for neville longbottom has never been easy, his parents were tortured into insanity, leaving him to be raised by his paternal grandmother. a strong and formidable woman, augusta longbottom saw everything that neville was not. and the one glaring detail she noticed above all, was the lack of magic exhibited by her grandson. in fact, she and many of the members of his family came to believe that he was a squib.
it was this belief that led his great uncle algee to drop neville out of a window, an event which he survived much to everyone’s surprise, though it left him scared.
when his hogwarts letter came, things looked up, he was a wizard after all! his grandmother even gave him his father’s old wand, hoping that neville would follow in the footsteps of his father.
being sorted into gryffindor was perhaps one of the greatest and also most frightening things to ever happen to neville. while it proved that he wasn’t the coward everyone saw he was, it meant that eyes would be on him, that he’d be expected to prove his worth. and oh boy, he tried, and failed, a lot.
the next couple of years brought many different challenges for neville, from facing his biggest fear a bogart in the form of professor snape, to seeing the curse used to torture his parents performed before his very eyes, to being put under the imperious curse, an event that still gives him nightmares.
his fifth year is where he really began to shine, through dumbeldore’s army, to put it simply, he excelled, even successfully disarming harry. though it’s worth mentioning, he could never conjure a corporeal patronus (and he still cant), but he didn’t let that get him down, instead he persisted, even going as far as accompanying his friends to the department of ministries. he was cursed, his nose was broken, his father’s wand was broken, he came face to face with the woman who tortured his parents. she tortured him. and still, neville remained strong, telling harry not to turn over the prophecy.
sometime before his sixth year neville’s grandmother purchased a new wand for him and things started looking up. and although he was disappointed that harry wasn’t continuing the D.A. he had achieved four o.w.l.s, far more than anyone expected from him.
nevile longbottom’s life was never the same after his sixth year, he returned to school to find everything had been turned, well, upside down. between snape and the carrows hogwarts just wasn’t the same place. so he, along side ginny weasley and luna lovegood, decided to do something. they brought back dumbledore’s army, and he continued to lead it even after ginny and luna didn’t return to school. and when he was forced into hiding, he hid, and waited for the day he knew would be coming. the day they took on voldemort.
he charged into battle headfirst, he fought as hard as he could. and when the moment came, he pulled the sword of gryffindor from the hat and slew nagini. he stood up to the dark lord! and he wasn’t afraid.
and despite the tremendous losses suffered that day, neville grew as a person, he had shown everyone that he wasn’t the same boy as he was when he first started at hogwarts. in fact, his bravery led to a job offer as an auror. and he accepted it.
and while neville loves his job, he doesn’t see it as a life-long career. in fact, some day he hopes to apply for a position as a herbology professor at hogwarts. but for now, he’s pretty content.
but the rumors of bellatrix’s return have him on an edge, he’s doing his best to hide just how afraid he is but anyone who knows him well enough would know that he’s terrified.
CANON CHANGES:
the most important change between canon and my neville is that they identify as a male-aligned non-binary person, using both he/him & they/them in terms of pronouns!
although i have no recollection of neville’s sexuality ever being mentioned, knowing jkr i can only assume it was straight. this is simply not true, neville longbottom is bisexual.
right now neville is single, i’m not sure when his relationship with hannah started canon wise but yeah he’s single and not ready to mingle.
HEADCANONS/FUN FACTS:
trevor the toad is very much alive, despite being lost many times and being quite old. apparently some types of toads can live 15 years so go trevor! neville still loses him like all the time.
sometime after the battle of hogwarts neville picked up photography, realizing that some memories deserve to be remembered forever. he’s not really good at it, but he doesn’t care. he likes to frame pictures and send them to his friends.
he spent ages trying to collect a harry potter chocolate frog card and when he finally got it, he put it in his wallet where it’s been ever since. it serves as a reminder of the bravest person he ever knew and one of his closest friends.
i firmly believe that augusta longbottom is still alive, and neville meets with her for tea at least once a week where she asks him about his job, and still finds a way to critique him, though it’s purely out of love.
neville still visits his parents weekly as well, and he still keeps a hold of the gum wrappers his mom gives him. he’s become more relaxed around them, even beginning to tell them his story.
neville has a huge sweet tooth, he’s almost constantly seen eating some sort of sweets. his favorite being pumpkin pasties, though he’s fond of sugar quills. and despite never having a good experience with them, bertie botts.
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Ron was several pages deep into Which Broomstick?, attempting to justify in his mind a much belated birthday gift for himself. He had enough in savings but the broom he was considering was designed specifically for Quidditch. It’d be much more sensible to invest in something for everyday travel, with excellent cloaking capabilities. So busy was he weighing pros and cons, that he could not say with any certainty how long someone had been standing, staring, on the other side of the check-out counter. He looked up and caught a glimpse of them by mere chance. “Oh, ‘ello.” He set down the periodical and hopped off his stool. “What can I do for you?”
neville couldn’t help but chuckle as he waved a hand in front of his friend’s face in an attempt to get the redhead’s attention, “earth to ron,” he added, taking a step back as the other finally looked up from his broom magazine. “i’m supposed to be picking up an order,” he explained, eyebrows furrowing together as he sought to remember what exactly the order was for, or who had sent him. normally his memory wouldn’t have been so bad, but he’d immediately become distracted by the various gizmos upon stepping inside the shop. “i think it’s shield cloaks or something?” he ventured his best guess, though it didn’t make much sense to him. besides, why was he being sent to pick up something that could be delivered by owl?
his jailbreak made a lot more sense when ginny realized, with a start, who he had chosen to hitch a ride with in the first place. arnold was quite fond of neville ( something that ginny could relate to ), and even from where she stood, ginny could hear the start of the melodic tune that her pygmy puff hummed in the others presence.
“thank you, neville.” relief colored her words, though suffice to say arnold wasn’t delighted at being placed back in to ginny’s expectant hands, his big blue eyes distinctly accusatory. she had a funny feeling that, if she hadn’t noticed his absence for some time, she would have ended up missing him a lot more than he would have missed HER. “you rotter,” she lifted one finger to boop him gently on the nose, and got a little sneeze in response. “i’m starting to think they don’t like us very much at all, actually.”
she lifted the puff back up to her shoulder, allowing him to clamber back into place ( straight hair becoming a sort of curtain around him ) before she turned her focus back onto neville, the corners of her lips turned into a smile. “not much, i’m afraid. a trip to gringott’s and a jar of handle polish. i thought it’d be quiet enough if i waited until after lunch, but…” her gaze swept over the crowd, disparagingly, not missing the parcel held underneath neville’s arm when she looked back, “sugarplum business all you’re here on, neville?”
neville couldn’t help but grin at his friend, the seriousness of his trip to diagon alley all but forgotten as he realized just how nice it was to see the redhead. it had been far too long since he had spent any significant time with ginny, their careers kept both of them rather busy, still he made a mental note to invite ginny to come around for dinner. certainly, it had been a while since he and ron had any company, it would be nice.
“no problem,” he reassured her with a wide smile, as he nodded his head, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he reached out to ruffle the fur on top of arnold’s head. unfortunately, neville was all too familiar with losing, er, misplacing, in his case, pets and he was well aware of the stress it caused. he was quite relieved that arnold hadn’t strayed too far.
the parcel of pumpkin pasties tucked under his arm had completely slipped his mind, until ginny brought them up, his eyebrows quickly furrowing together at her mention of sugarplums. “oh no, i saw someone taking them out of the oven on my way by and couldn’t resist,” he explained with a laugh. his serious expression quickly returned to his face, however, as he realized he’d forgotten why he had made the trip to diagon alley in the first place. certainly it wasn’t just for the pasties, he’d been on some sort of errand. but, what it was he couldn’t remember. oh well, he’d remember eventually. “do you have time to grab a drink?” he asked, arching an eyebrow as he turned to glance at his friend.
