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Accidents & Catastrophes |  Neville's One-Sentence Fan Fic
Hello! This is the chapter that we wrote, and it is completely Neville-centric! We were planning on restarting it but no one showed any interest in it and it is considered a game, so we closed it. But the chapter we wrote can stil be viewed by all (even if it leaves you with a very nasty cliffhanger at the end!)
Chapter 1:
Neville awoke with a start and fell off his bed as somethig went off like a cannon. He looked around the Dorm; no one was in sight. Peering out the window and round the room, he slipped on his slippers and began walking towards the door. Once Neville reached the final step, he was surprised to find out that he seemed to be the only person who had awoken. Suddenly, there was a loud thud, and it seemed to come from his bed. Neville jumped and slowly walked toward his bed, hoping that whatever it was wouldn't attack him.
"Who's there?" he asked, a hint of fear in his voice. He didnt hear a reply or anthying else, he stood there pondering if he should go into the Dorm.
Though he was a bit terrified, he put on a brave face and ventured closer to his bed, scared of what he would find. He saw nothing at his first glance but slowly lowered himself down on to the ground while gathering some courage to look underneath.
Out popped a dancing Devil Snare, "Ahh!!" Neville screamed not remembering why he had a Devil Snare in the first place. But Neville saw that the plant was not being agressive at all; it was just dancing, as if the plant were enjoying it and he then remembered that the plant was one of his breeding experiments designed to make the Devil's Snare less dangerous!
Neville looked at the Snare in shock, "I can't believe it worked!"
Silently, he celebrated with himself only by eating some Chocolate Frogs and Butterbeer, then decided he would tell Professor Sprout tomorrow. He crawled back into bed, but he was too excited to sleep! He kept thinking about his wonderful plant, though he finally managed to doze off.
Just a few minutes later he woke up again after having a vivid dream of going to the Yule Ball with his Devil's Snare. He quickly glanced at the clock next to his bed and realized that he would have to get up in half an hour, so rather than try to fall back asleep he crawled out of bed. Tiptoeing, he slowly went to the portrait, and when it opened, he walked straight to the greenhouse. It was warm outside, so he was rather glad he'd left his cloak hanging on the hall tree. Neville looked around at all the fascinating plants,while waiting for Professor Sprout.
He must have waited for quite a while, because when Professor Sprout apppeared, she looked disheveled, and couldn't quite catch her breath. Neville looked up, startled.
"Neville, can you explain why I was attacked by a Dancing Devils Snare last night?" She said in a confused, yet firm voice.
"Oh, that, Page Ranking-Professor Sprout? Um, well, you see..." and Neville started to explain everything to her he knew about what had happened.
"Well," started Pomona, "next time you decide to make Devil's Snare dance, at least keep it under control, will you?" Neville stared hard at the ground and nodded.
"Now, I presume you came here to tell me about the Snare?" Proffesor Sprout asked. "Well I seemed to have found out and I think I can help you with that paticular-- erm, uncontrolled aspect."
Neville nodded once more and said, "Yes ma'am...I'll control it..wait," he looked up in surprise, "You can help me, how?"
"Oh, well that's perfectly simple," Professor Sprout said. "You will just need just cross breed your Snare with just one other plant; quite smiple actually."
Neville felt like smacking himself in the forehead for not thinking of that earlier. He was so embarassed, he felt himself blushing in the cheeks. "I'm awfully sorry - I can't believe that I didn't think of it before!"
"Oh, it's quite alright, even the most brilliant wizards have a lapse of memory sometimes," Professor Sprout assured him.
"Which plant exactly do I need and would you happen to have it here in the Greenhouse?" Neville asked.
"Mandrakes," said Sprout. "I have them, but they're young."
"How long until they mature?" he asked.
"Oh only about a month if the weather stays good... Until then we need to find a way to keep your Dancing Devil's Snare from atta-- well, dancing with unsuspecting people. Any Ideas?" Professor Sprout questioned.
"Are there any ways to make Mandrakes grow faster?" Neville said.
Professor Sprout tapped her chin and finally said, "Well, there is a potion we could brew, but I've got a busy day ahead of me, so you'll just have to do it."
"I dont like to brew potions," Neville said. "I'll ask Hermione or Ginny for help."
"That's a good idea, Mr. Longbottom," Professor Sprout said, giving him a wink.
"Uh, what is the potion exactly?" Nevile asked blushing slightly.
Professor Sprout smiled and said, "It's a potion that I can't pronounce correctly, but I think it's called Growolition--I'm not one hundred percent sure though, dear."
"Oh, okay. I'll ask Hermione and Ginny if they have time to help me look for the instructions in the library." Neville said and went to find Hermione or Ginny.
It took him only a few short minutes to find Hermione, in the library, of course, behind a large stack of books on countless things; things Neville did not like the sound of; Darcce Potons: To Kill Thy Enemy, Dark Wand Mastering: How to Control Magic With Darkness, among other things, which seemed to keep Hermione's focus, as though life depended on it-- which, Neville realised in a kind of morbid understanding, it probably did.
Hermione looked up at Neville as he came towards her and said "Hi, Neville, need help with anything?"
"Oh, yeah. Do you know a potion called Growolition or something?"
Hermione squealed in delight, as she so often did at the prospect of research, or discussing something she'd read in a book, jumped out of her seat and grab Neville's hand, dragging him out of the library; dragging him far off, but where to, he had no idea, so he settled for asking politely, while trying to pry his hand from her firm grasp, "Hermione, what's gotten into you?"
"Nothing,"she said "That potion is very rare!"
"Rare?" Neville said looking downward, "Rare makes it sound like this'll be hard."
"It's not hard," Hermione said "Just hard to find the potion that's all."
"How long does it take to make it?"
Hermione stopped to ponder, finally dropping Neville's hand to place a finger to her chin in though; she clicked her tongue, finally opened her mouth to speak, closed it, then, "Well, I guess it all depends on--erm..." she paused, apparently unsure of how to finish her sentence. "How long the ingredients take to stew and so on. I'd say a month."
"A month!" Neville gasped. Neville sat down and stared at the table and started to mumble something about thirty days.
"It's all right, Neville, I can help you," Hermione answered, calming Neville.
So Hermione opened a rather thick book and started to copy down ingredients. As the list got Neville grew wider and wider. "Uhh are you sure I need all that to make it?" Neville asked.
Hermione, who had just brushed Neville's last comment away with a hand, stopped in mid sentence to stare, mouth slightly agape, at the large book; apparently, by the looks of it, this spell required more than just herbs; it required love-- a very rare kind, mind, which explained Hermione's gaping mouth and wide eyes, and Neville felt the exact same; where on earth was he going find anyone who actually loved their sworn enemy???
Neville knew that he was thinking the same thing as her, as they both said, "WHERE?"
And for what ever reason, Fate was on their side, as mere seconds later, one Draco Malfoy rounded the corner, compeltely alone, looking, not quite so smug, yet his usuall arrogant, poncy, bratty self still lingered in his carriage, which changed dramatically once his eyes fell upon the two; "Well, well, Granger and Longbottom, I never would have guessed; I always figured you'd go for Weasley, Granger, but I suppose Longbottom isn't too far off-- about as smart as Weasley is rich, after all."
Neville turnes slightly pink but he glared at Malfoy,Hermione on the other hand was ignoring him. "So, what are you two lovebirds up to this afternoon?" Malfoy asked with a smirk.
As Hermione kept on avoiding Malfoy, Neville decided that he shouldn't look offended, so he said, "Knock it off, Malfoy", just when he thought Malfoy draw out his wand.
Last edited by Lissy Longbottom : 08-08-2007 at 03:41 AM.
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Have a very Harry day!!
