The next morning, I was half asleep at the Gryffindor table. I wasn't able to sleep at all last night because of worry. Gran, of course, would be so glad I was following in my parents footsteps, being placed in Gryffindor. That just set the bar higher for her standards of me. And that kid, Potter, he had a lot of friends here. I could already tell he was either going to be a bully, or some type of class prankster. Sort of makes sense though, his father was the infamous James Potter, and Sirius Black was his godfather. I was just worried, that by befriending Malfoy, I would be the subject of his bullying.
"Hey Neville!" It was the girl from the train, Hermione. She had been sorted into Ravenclaw, but we were allowed to sit at any tables we wanted for meals. I was about to reply, but there was a flutter, and thousands of owls descended into the hall. Hermione screamed, and ducked. "It's ok! It's just how the mail arrives!" A voice laughed behind us. It was Malfoy. He held out his hand. "I don't think I ever properly introduced myself. Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Hermione shook his hand with a smile. We heard a snort. It was a red-headed kid, not unlike the ones I saw at the feast last night, only younger. "You don't want to be friends with him, Hermione. I'm Ron." She glared, grabbed me and Malfoy's hands, and dragged us to the Ravenclaw table.
We all got our schedules, and started to compare them. I had Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures with Draco, and Potions with Hermione. I smiled. I had Defense Against the Dark Arts first today though.
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Neville Longbottom: The Boy Who Lived
FanfictionWhat if Harry Potter wasn't the Chosen One? What if another child fit the guidelines the prophecy gave? Well, I am the Chosen One, and I am not Harry Potter. The characters are J.K. Rowling's.
