The Normal Boy

Chapter the First

Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the boy who survived, the chosen one,  on Earth 616 that is. In your universe Harry Potter is the boy who lived but what about this universe? On Earth 585 Harry Potter is not the boy who lived but Neville Longbottom is the boy who lived. 

Neville Frank Longbottom was skinny, blonde and all over a replica of his father except for his eyes, he had his mother's chocolate brown eyes. At the age of twelve he was about to start his second year at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry.

He loved plants of all kinds of plants and if his Grandmother knew even quarter of the plants I know which are in her garden(and I know quiet a few), she would have been scared to her death(and I don't mean that metaphorically) and even if she wasn't scared to her death, she still would be scared but would have forgiven Neville after some time. 

Neville didn't want any of that so most of the plants remained hidden from his Grandmother, Augusta Longbottom. One fine summer morning, it was June 31st and Neville was plating plants in the garden.

"Neville!" Augusta exclaimed and sighed with a small smile, "Will you stop working in the garden and come inside?"

Neville looked up and chuckled. "Gran this is my passion." Neville said chuckling

"And I don't approve." Augusta replied

Neville rolled his eyes and muttered. "I know you do." 

Augusta smiled. She really liked that Neville was like his father, so much like his father, day by day. His father loved planting plants, just like Neville did. Augusta shook her head. 

"Neville, you got your Hogwarts letter." She said

"Oh." Neville said and paused in his gardening. He didn't know how to feel. He was twelve and  was going to start his second year. His first year was filled with whispers and points at his forehead. He made little to no friends and the only person he was closest to was Ron Weasley who spent most of his time in arguments with Hermione Granger. 

Harry Potter was one of, ok maybe not one of, the only one who was handsome, every single girl in the whole school was after him and Neville couldn't help be thankful for that. He didn't want people after him and looking at his scare, which people did in the first week of school but then people got bored of the sport and went on with their normal life, only to go and chase Harry Potter. 

Neville had a lightning shaped scare on her forehead and although it didn't hurt much, it sometimes twitched. How did Neville get this scare you might be asking? It was because of the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Names, You-Know-Who etc. 

On Halloween Voldemort had attracted the Longbottom Family, killing Neville's parents. Neville had survived the attack and it left him with a scare on his forehead. The only thing Neville remembered from that night was a scream and a green flash of light. 

"Do we have the same Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Neville asked his grandmother. Augusta shook her head, "We are going shopping next week, we are going to Diagon Alley." Augusta said.

"Wish we had a different teacher for History of Magic," Neville said glumly.

"Sadly you don't." Augusta said, "Let Binns be, he's a poor old ghost, he doesn't even know he's dead." 

"He's the only ghost who teaches, and it's boring, Ron falls asleep every single time. Only Hermione is able to be awake in his classes and take notes." Neville said. 

Hermione Granger was the smartest student in Neville's grade and is way ahead of others in her grade, including her best friends Ron Weasley and Harry Potter.