white roses // neville longbottom

one

i nervously rub my hands on my jeans. i was on the train to hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. no one sat in the cart with me so i was left with my thoughts. i have no friends at this school, or friends in general. my mother had abandoned me with a pure blood family who, i think, loved me, but were never affectionate.

my thoughts are interrupted by a toad jumping on my lap. my owl who was sitting across from me chirps in just as much confusion as i had. i pick up the toad. "where'd you come from little guy?" i ask. i softly hold it and open the cart door. "has anyone lost their toad?" "has anyone seen my toad?" a boy and i ask at the same time. i turn to the boy and smile. "this must be yours." i say. "trevor! you found him!" he says delighted. "thank you!" he says and hugs me. "oh!" i say surprised. "um you're welcome." i add. he lets go of me. "i'm neville longbottom." he says sticking out his hand. that name's familiar. "y/n lestrange." i say. neville's face pales. "i must be going." he says and quickly turns away...that was weird.

i grab lex, my owl, and move to the cart next to mine, it was getting boring all alone. i slide open the door. "is it ok if i sit here?" i ask. two boys nod. i sit lex down next to me. i take in the two boys appearances. one has red hair and light freckles, the other has brown hair and round broken glasses. "you're a weasley right?" i ask the boy with red hair. he slowly nods. "i knew it, i could recognize those freckles and red hair anywhere." i say smiling. "ron." he says sticking out his hand. "y/n lestrange." i say shaking his hand. "wow, i've met a lestrange and a potter in the same day." ron says. "potter?...as in...harry potter?" i ask. ron nods and tilts his head to the boy next to him. "you're harry potter?" i ask. he nervously nods. i frown. "your glasses are broken." i say. i move to sit infront of him. i pull out my wand. "oculus reparo." i say. harry looks surprised. "thank you.." 

"ron, i have a question. who is the longbottom family?" i ask. ron looks shocked. "you- you don't know who the longbottom family are?" he asks. i shake my head. "...your mom..she..um. she tortured neville's parents until they couldn't even remember him, it was terrible. neville lives with his grandma." ron says solemnly. that's why the name was familiar.. "oh...oh my god." i say and look down at my lap. the boys talk between themselves. i put my head in my hands. i hate her. "i'll be back." i say and get up, i walk out of the cart. off to find neville