Brother vs. Brother

Locked Memories

Harry's POV

We landed smack dab in the middle of Diagon Alley, screaming at the top of our lungs. Or rather, I was, anyways. We hit the ground hard. I'm glad we didn't break any bones, but Neville appears to be limping. "Neville, you okay?" I ask. "Yeah. I'm fine." He responds. I'm not so sure about that, but I get up, taking a look down at myself. 

I'm fine, minus a few bumps and bruises. Neville gets up with a wince, no doubt hurting. I try to help him up, but he shoved my hand away with a, "Come on, Harry." I take a look around. Thankfully, it's night, so there aren't many people here. Scratch that, actually. There aren't any people here. 

I remember someone telling me about a... wizarding bank, was it? Oh, now I recall it. Gringotts Bank, run by Goblins. "Hey, Nev, you think maybe, you know, sense we're here and all, we could go to Gringotts?" "Sure, that sounds like a good idea. Sirius and Remus where going to take us here, before they forgot us." I replied. 

As we walk towards Gringotts, I tell Neville, "I don't really think they forgot about us. I think they were forced to forget about us." When I say this, Neville stops and doesn't move. "Neville. Neville!" He doesn't say anything. And suddenly, the world is spinning, as if changing color, from black to white to a sort of mix of the two. 

When the spinning stops, I'm looking at Neville. But not the Neville I know now. The Neville I knew.

Neville walked into the attic, and a younger Harry was waiting for him. "Shhh. It's Jay's birthday party. We have to be quiet." Neville thought it was unfair that Jay got a huge party while Harry and him got next to nothing. 

"Why don't we go down, then?" Harry asked. They were five, and still didn't understand that they weren't wanted. "Ok!" Neville said. The two went into the party room. Thousands of presents were stacked, one on top of the other. Not a single one was addressed to Harry or Neville. 

"Hello, I haven't seen you two around here." A blond boy with grey blue eyes said curiously. "Well, uhhh, never mind that. I'm Harry, and this is Neville. Pleasure to meet you, Heir..." "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," the boy answered. "by the way, how did you know I was a heir?" Draco asked. 

"Well, it's just the way you act. So regal." Neville replied. "Cool. Are you two heirs?" Draco questioned. Neville told him, "Yeah, heir to the Longbottom house. I'm pure blood, but I don't think that matters." Harry said he was halfblood. "My older brother is the heir, not me." "Okay." 

Harry's mom walked over. "Hello, boys, here to meet the great boy who lived?" Neville, Harry and Draco winked. "Uh-huh, I'm Hadrian, and this here's Draco and Samuel." Neville was laughing inside, it looked like they'd get to enjoy the party after all. 

The world swirled around again, like a cotton candy mixer. This time, it seemed to be Harry's memory.

Harry and Neville sat in the attic, looking down at the library below. Harry decided to go get a book, and Neville went with him. When they reached the land of books below, an old man with twinkling eyes and a white beard was there. "What are you doing here? What are your names?"

Harry looked at Neville, nervous. "U-umm, I'm Samuel, and this is Hadrian." Neville said. This should throw him off our trail, he thought. "Enough of that nonsense, Neville, Harry. I'm afraid I have to erase a few things. Can't have you being friends with that Death Eater spawn, now, can I?"

Harry grabbed Neville and turned to run, but it was too late. Soon enough, all memories the old man deemed dark were soon forgotten. Little did the old man know that the two were, unbeknownst to Harry and Neville, Lock Breakers. 

I sat up, gasping. The eight year old had no idea what was going on. "Nev, Nev, you okay?!" Neville sat up groggily. "Yeah, I think. C'mon, we have to get to Gringotts." We continued to the bank, in awe of what we just saw.

We headed through the doors of the bank, not expecting anyone to be here. To our surprise, the goblins were all still here. *Hello, goblin. May your gold be plentiful and your enemies not.* Neville and I greeted in Gobeldegook, the ancient language of the Goblins. The goblin looked surprised, unsure what to do. 

He finally replied, *Hello, wizards. May your magic be strong and your enemies not. Come with me, oh, wait. I'm Griphook, and you are?* I told him that would be revealed soon and that we'd like a blood test. He said he would do that right away, as that was his job, a blood tester. *Where are your parents, littles?* He asked. *We ran away. They neglected us in favor of my older brother, by seven minutes.* I said sadly. Griphook looked sorry for us.

I followed the goblin, Neville at my side. *Ok, this is going to hurt a bit, as it requires seven drops of blood, the most magical number.* I took the knife he was holding and cut myself, the drops falling onto the paper before me. Neville did the same. Griphook looked at the paper in astonishment.

*You're only eight!?* he exclaimed. *Yeah.* Neville told him. *Unfortunately, I can't show you this until you turn eleven. It's according to goblin law. I will see you then.* I thanked Griphook for his service, and with that, Neville and I left.

"Harry, we're going to need somewhere to live." I grinned at Neville. "Who said we didn't have one?" I rushed forwards and grabbed Neville by the arm. I spun around and thought of the place I wanted to go. A place I wished I could've gone for many years. The place with the few people that cared for us. Black Manor! And with a crack, we

were

gone.

I'm so sorry for updating late, and I know it's a little short. Next chapter on March 14th. I hoped you enjoyed! Please comment your ideas, as I'm definitely open to suggestions. I hope you're all having a great Sunday,

-Eilsel Pawzord