WHAT IF - Harry Potter version

What if Neville was the Chosen One?

The Dark Lord himself stood in front of the house. It was the house of the famous wizarding family - Longbottoms. Inside the house there was two people sitting on the couch smiling. In front of them sweet baby boy was lying, sleeping in his cradle. That's when Lord Voldemort broke into the building. They fought brave but didn't managed to survive. But they still did one important think - with power of their love they saved their baby son - Neville. While Lord Voldemort put the spell on him it bounced back - almost killing Voldemort and leaving the orphan with scar on the forehead.

11 years later the boy arrived on the 9 3/4 platform with his grandma, terrified how would people react - after all he was the most known wizard, only one to survive the Avada Kedavra spell. In Hogwarts he managed to make some friends like young clever witch Hermione or a certain redhead Ron coming from well known wizard family. He also managed to make some school enemies like Draco Malfoy or ... Harry Potter. It was quite shocking for his parents that were both in Gryffindor to find out their son became a Slytherin. But what was even more shocking was the fact that he became friends with some of the most conservative, pure blood families like Malfoys, Notts or Parkinsons.

Neville had his adventures but he never liked the title "The Chosen One". He felt that it is not for him. He didn't have that much magical skills neither intelect. Only think he wanted to think about were plants. He found himself very interested in Herbology. Sometimes he hide in the room of requirement, where he had a little colection of magical plants. He would take care of them and think about his dream life. Life in which he would be simple, anonymous student. He would sacrifice his life to his biggest passion, became a Herbology teacher and spend all his days in peace. This life was never an option for him. He was being watched and jugded from the very beggining. And he would always be.

After seven years of Hogwarts it finally came to the battle. Between him and Voldemort. To say Neville was terrified is to say nothing. While he was in his forth year somebody put his name in the Goblet of Fire. Gladly Dumbledore was understanding enough to cross him from the list of Triwizard Tournament. Then on his fifthy year he had to face death eaters in the Ministry of Magic. At that time he was acommpanied with clever witches and wizards from the DA, organization in which Hermione Granger taught students self defences spells. In the beggining of the seventh year Hermione and Ron organized the trip to find all the Horocruxes, while he stayed in hiding. But now was the time. Time to face Voldemort.

Neville was running through the wood. Behind him, Harry Potter was following him.
- You won't escape anymore, Longbottom - he shouted, shooting a spell at him - You will never win with Lord Voldemort. You were desinged to fall
Neville had tears in his eyes. He can't run forever. Sooner or later Potter won't miss. He turned around and shouted pointing his wand on the Death Eater.
- Avada Kedavra!
Harry Potter dead body fell on the ground.

In front of Hogwarts two teams stood. Death Eaters and Neville Longbottom supportes. Neville and Voldemort faced eachother.
- Avada Kedavra! - shouted both of them at the same time
Two wands were connected through the shining beam. For Neville it took ages before his spell won, making Voldemort despear into tiny peaces. It was over. At list a tiny bit of it. The Voldemort might be gone, but Nevilles responsibility wasn't. He won't live happy, calm life after. Where ever he would go he would always be known as the Boy Who Lived. He's dreams will never come true. He will never become a friendly, silent Herbology teacher.

Neville found Lily Potter crying over her dead sons body. Next to her stood James Potter, looking sad, but trying to hid his emotions.
- I'm sorry - said Neville, standing next to Mr Potter - It is my fault
- She doesn't blame you - answered James, not taking his eyes from Harry - Neither do I. We both blame ourselves. Where did we make a mistake? Did we raise him bad? We should interfere after he made friends with Malfoys. When he became a Death Eater, was it to late to make a difference?
Then he became quite for few minutes.
- Lily would always think about that night, Voldemort attacked you - he finally said - Harry could be the boy from the Propecy too. But Voldemort chose you. Now she will question herself everyday. Would Harry still be alive if Voldemort chose him, not you?
Neville decided to leave them alone with their son. He walked to the Lake where he sat on the shore. Was he supposed to be a Chosen One? Maybe Voldemort made a mistake. Maybe Harry was supposed to be chosen? Maybe he would have saved more people, killed Voldemort sooner? Maybe Neville would have lived the life he dreamed of?

THE END