Neville was running, he could hear the pounding footsteps of the Death Eaters behind him, he didn't know who they were nor did he care, he just wanted to warn the others. He ducked as a the green of a spell came whistling past him, his adrenaline pumped body pushed on, then he saw her. There she was cackling, no doubt torturing some poor students, but first he had to get rid of the ones behind him. Ducking as another spell flew past, he turned on his heal and turned into a smaller corridor.
The D.A, in the previous year, had imprived his magical ability but little did the others know hom much he'd practiced on his own, Neville was confident he could hold his own in a duel against most. Crouching behind a suit of armour, Neville watched as Fenrir Greyback and another masked Death Eater turned the corner.
"Stupefy!" Neville had left his hiding place and thrown a curse towards the pair, Greyback moved however the other was slow and tumbled to the floor, being hit in the face with the spell.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Dodging Greyback's attempt at the killing curse, Neville sent a spell he hated since first year, "pertificus totalus."
The werewolf however was not stupid and wisely moved, he sent another spell towards the Longbottom boy, however it was casually flicked aside and before Greyback knew what was happening he was knocked out by a flying suit of armour. Neville grim,aced at the huge stream of blood making it's way down Greyback's face, but remebering Bill Weasley who had been on the floor before Neville had ran, he quickly lost any sympathy and proceeded to stop on the werewolf's face.
"My, my Longbottom, anger issues? You're parents should teach you some courtesy," her voice was chillingly familliar, Bellatrix Lestrange stood there, clad in her usual black dress and leather boots, although beautiful her soul was tainted.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" However the curse was not utterred by the Death Eater, but Neville Longbottom.
Dodging it with arogance, she smiled at him, "don't try to be what you are not, Longbottom. Stupefy."
Surprised when Neville sidestepped it she sent another barrage of curses, deftly he blocked them. He sent spells that she knew not him to be capable of, but he was. Transfiguring a portrait into an Acromantula was good, but his charm work and use of fire spells was the real danger. Before the two knew it they were in a fully fledged duel, Hogwarts shook as Neville tried to kill the black eyed woman.
"Expelliarmus," surprising even herself by the choice of her spell, the wand flew from his arm however and she caught it.
"Aaaaaarghhh," true to his Gryffindor nature, Neville, launched himself onto her. Their wands rolled out of reach and she found herself wrestling with him. He was tall and slightly built, which was surprising, he was physically much stronger, even if he did not match her duelling prowess.
"I could get used this, Longbottom," she teased.
He seemed momentouraly embarassed but recovered quickly and threw her against the wall of an empty classroom, Neville may have been shy but he was not going to let his parents tormentor escape.
Moving quickly he turned out of the classroom and grabbed his cherry wand, he returned to see Bellatrix clutching her arm, blood oozing out of it. Perhaps forgetting she was his sworn enemy, Neville's kindly nature came to surface, "are you okay?"
The dark haired Death Eater raised an eyebrow, "what? Are you forgetting what I did."
"You're hurt," Neville answered stupidly.
"Wow. You-re too nice for-"
"Avada Kedavra!" The voice of Fenrir Greyback rang out.
Neville ducked quickly, the resulting spell hitting the wall, harmlessly.
"You'll owe me now Miss Lestrange, saved your life!"
"He wasn't even going to kill me, idiot!"
"Reducto!" The spell, from Neville, meant for Greyback was blocked by a quick shield char, from the werewolf. The spell ricocheted off the shield, before hitting a man-sized hourglass upon which Bellatrix was leaning.
As the sand poured out Greyback ran and closed the door, the sand first engulfed Bellatrix, her blood dripping onto it, this made it glow and then Neville found himself unable to breath, it was pitch black in the sand, but none of it touched his eyes, in fact he could not feel it. It rather felt like he was hurtling through the air.
THUMP
*
"What the-?" Neville was sat on the pavement of muggle London, but it wasn't the one he knew. Sure there was the River Thames, the familliar buses and even Harrods. However the cars were differemt, although they looked new the models suggested otherwise. They were oldm older than what he usualy saw on visits to the famous British city.
Pulling himself to his feet he noticed a few changes in the style of muggle clothing too. He however still looked a right muppet in his robes.
"Excuse me?"
Neville turned to see a young, beautiful woman. Her posture of an aristrocrat, her black hair framing her pretty face. She wore a long, flowing black dress and her violet eyes gleamed with curiosity. She looked startingly familliar.
"Yes?" Neville asked harshly.
Looking shocked, the woman had expected the handsome boy to be a bumbling idiot, considering he was wearing robes in the middle of muggle London, however when he spoke and pulled himself up to his full height he looked terrifying. His brown looked as if they had seen more than a teenager should.
"I-I-I wa-"
"Well spit it out," Neville snarled, he was getting irritated not knowing where he was, for sure he wasn't in his time.
The woman narrowed her eyes, he was being unreasonably rude. She wasn't timid and no stranger was going to shout at her, "listen here, you!" She jabbed a finger in his chest, he looked momentarily shocked before snarling and swatting her hand away. He continued to listen, however he was looking around. "Just because I'm a girl and smaller than you, does not mean you can be rude to me! I was merely curious as to why you'd wear robes in muggle London? Arsehole!"
"I wasn't- that's not why- SHIT!"
"What?"
"Quickly, what year is it?"
"1974."
"GODDAMNIT"
"What?"
"I- shit! What am I going to do?"
Deciding he needed to calm down the woman grabbed his, surprisingly warm, hand and led him a few streets away to the Leaky Cauldron.
Once inside the woman nodded at Tom, the landlord and led the handsome stranger into a private booth.
"Calm down!" She told the hysterical guy.
"How can I? This isn't my time! I'm from the- Oh I shouldn't have said that."
"What's your name?"
"Neville, Neville Lo- Neville it's Neville."
"Bellatrix Black."
"Son of a Banshee! Bellatrix Black?"
"Yes, funny name. Haha."
"No! It's nothing," Neville blushed. He had been checking Bellatrix out, before he knew, his teenage eyes drawn to the slightly undone lace at the top of her chest, slightly showing her- he was pulled out of his thoughts whan she spoke, "what do you mean nnot your time?"
"For-"
"No! Tell me. I can help."
"I- it's no-"
"Tell me."
"Okay. I'm- I'm from the future."
