Neville Longbottom 4th Year Novels & Stories

Outside, laughter rang. "Neville, I made your favorite beef stew," Colette said. "Neville, 730 on the practice test? Second in the city! Amazing!" Otis cheered. "Next time, I'll get first," Neville promised. "Good! I know you will," Otis laughed. Their happy chatter stabbed through the door, each word piercing my heart. I curled up in the corner, my tears falling freely. There was just no place for me in this house. Footsteps echoed outside. Neville hissed through the door, gleeful. "Lenora, just die already. You're a stain on my life. My classmates now all know I've got a thieving sister. So embarrassing. Why don't you just die? It'd free us all."

What kept me stable. Natalie's party was going to be a blast. The teen was a Potterhead like I've never seen before. She'd showed me pictures of her room on her phone. Everything was done in Hufflepuff's black and yellow. She even had a stuffed toy badger she'd named Puffles.

emitted Cynthia, " I love reading books and am a big potter head. I love the whole series," said Ada " Oh my god one more common thing again am a potter head too," said Cynthia. " Great am a huff puff and you ?" interrogated Ada " UMMM ...so meet your Ravenclaw friend Ada and who do you crush on," replied Cynthia " Of course Neville Longbottom and whom do you admire," said Ada. " No doubt Draco for life ... By the way good choice."

I came out of my thoughts, staring at a name at the extreme bottom of the list that Sigil pointed to. I squinted my eyes, “Ne-ro.” I read. “Nero.” He pronounced with familiarity. “Wait—” He furrowed his brows, a sudden realization on his face, “Nero?” “Care to shed some light on who this person is?” “He’s a student that even the academy has given up on.” “What?” “He’s been a student for six years with no sign of graduating.” “How come? That shouldn’t even be possible and how come I haven’t heard of this before?”

my voice broke in half. Adamant, he continued, "Yes, you can. You know when the Sorting Hat placed Neville in Gryffindor?" I nodded weakly, slightly amused at how regular he seemed when dropping Harry Potter reference. "That same fat kid slayed a snake seven years later. You're the Neville, Rashid. You can slay your snake, and you will." "It's slew." I sniffed. "Huh?" "Slew a snake, not slayed." "You're fucking hopeless."

His eyebrows jumped up. “Holy sh–” “Don’t swear.” “Who the f–” “Don’t swear,” “Who the HELL sent you this!” Ms. Evans shot them a look. Lucas smiled at her. “Ms. Evans we were discussing about the depth of Neville Longbottom’s courage when he told Voldemort that he’d join them when HELL freezes over.” Ms. Evans’ eyes lit up. “Yes, of course! Neville Longbottom is an exemplary–” Zehra shook her head at Lucas, smiling.

Sophie’s POV We finished our last exam today and are sitting in the theater room with our werewolf classmates celebrating the start of Christmas break. Dad got approval to keep Norbert. Yes, yes, I’m a Potterhead, leave it! Norbert isn’t one of those huge ten story, fire breathing dragons. He’s about 7-foot tall, crimson red, and only blows fire when I order him to. Well, me or Tony. Tony took a whole weekend to befriend and tame Norbert. They are now best buds. I think Norbert prefers Tony to me.

This is divine torture, but I ama glutton for this punishment because I have never wanted to be with anyone the way I want this violet haired beauty! “Nova, When is your birthday?” Neville finally speaks up. I see what he’s doing, great assist bro, because that is what I was wondering, but I didn’ want to seem like a creeper by asking. I mean it’s bad enough I am sitting at a table full of people around 6 years my junior, at least I can use the excuse of hanging out with my little sister, not that I am really hoping to get with one of her friends, right?

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.

“Broomstick riding is usually something we teach during the 3(rd) year. Considering you are mostly all in your 3(rd) year, and it’s a gorgeous night, I figured we should give it a go.” “But Professor Howl…” a girl said, her hand raised high in the sky. “Yes, Julia?” Professor Howl asked, eyeing the girl. “This is Anila’s first year. Is she riding a broom as well?” I felt my face flush with embarrassment as everyone turned their sights on me. I wanted to step backward and hide away from all their curious gazes but before I could, Professor Howl cleared his throat loudly, drawing all their attention away from me and toward him.