Neville Longbottom- The Boy Who Lived

This is my newest story, I may take longer to update as wattpad won't let me update at the moment on the computer therefore I am doing it on my IPod.

Imagine that Voldemort chose the famous auror's Frank Longbottom's son to mark out instead of the Potters, this is what could have happened.

Prologue

I saw my parents again, for the first time in ten years, and there they were smiling away. Oh I wished they could be here now, with me. I could actually he looking at them, not the mirror image, I could see them and talk to them, not imagine what they sounded like. What every child took for granted. The warmth of their parents, hugging them, kissing them, loving them. Something I have never had. And never will. All because of one man who went bad. I looked at my reflection in the Mirror of Erised. My brown, short hair flopping down. My hazel eyes, the exact shade of my mothers. The build of my fathers. I looked at all of us, in the mirror together. One big happy family. But I will never have that. As I am Neville Longbottom, the boy who lived.

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