Neville Longbottom: The Boy Who Lived

I am The Chosen One

I was waiting in the lobby of Saint Mungos for one of the Healers to come and get me and bring me to my parents room. I was playing with the bubblegum wrapper my mum gave me last time I visited. That was the only thing I ever got from them, except for the one time my mum gave me a mirror. I had that in my pocket too. A Healer came and brought me to this dark room, that was definitely not my parents room. "Were my parents moved?" The Healer shook his pale head. "No, boy, and soon, it will not be your concern any longer. Avadacadabra!" I screamed and held the mirror in front of me. My forehead burned, and the nurse screamed and dissolved, almost like smoke. I ran from the room, clutching my burnt and split open forehead. I was six then.

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It was crowded at 9 and 3/4. I kept getting stared at.  I heard people whispering, about how I'm The Boy Who Lived. I quickly said goodbye to Gran, then boarded the train, quickly finding an empty compartment. I pulled out a book on Herbology. That was the only subject I showed any signs of being any good at. Apparently, I got that from my dad. I have to admit, I didn't get his insane bravery. I was scared. Other kids usually had some idea what house I would be in. Ravenclaw? No, I was not good enough at school. I wasn't dumb, but I definitely wasn't any child prodigy. Slytherin? Merlin, I hope not! Gran would absolutely murder me! Gryffindor? I didn't have the guts. My best hope was Hufflepuff. And they like Herbology! I sighed and looked back down at my book.

"Hey, um, is anyone sitting here?" I looked up. A girl, I think around my age, with the biggest mane of curly brown hair and woodchuck teeth stood looking back at me. She introduced herself as Hermione Granger, a muggleborn. I nodded and gestured to the seat across from me. "Oh! You're reading Miss Sato's Book of Magical and Dangerous Plants! I've read that! That was amazing!" I looked up in surprise. No one else I know had read that. We started talking about the plants in the book. By the end of the ride, I wasn't as scared anymore. At least Hermione was my friend.

Author's Note-
Ok...ummm... Please enjoy, vote, and comment! I really want to hear what people think of this story. I'm still considering all the ships I should put in this story. Put your vote in the comments! (Neville's is already done, and will be revealed later!)
~Kat-the-Nerd