Neville Longbottom Then And Now Novels & Stories

He seems much happier, and the camera has caught him in a nice place where his teeth are out in the open smiling, and his eyes are somehow bluer than I have ever seen them. I click on the next picture and then enlarge the next. And as I keep scrolling through, Neville doesn’t fail to intrigue me. His personality reels me in. I’m more intrigued by the minute about who this mysterious and handsome young man is. He seems well-travelled and more mature with every picture I see of him.

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.

"This belongs to me now, doesn't it?" Lancelot stared at him, looking like the naughty little girl he was, eyes peering through fringe. "Whenever you want it, daddy." Neville smiled, leaned over and kissed Lancelot for the last time, then stood up and walked out of the house without looking back. "So this is what I am now", he thought, wondering whether this would ever again happen with anybody else. "So this is who I am." Strange, really.

He was someone who always loved to please me. Because he was an Omega, I never refused that "Omega" nature of his. “Neville, I want my birthday present this year to be you. Is that okay?” I asked as we sat under a canopy of trees watching Leo and his brother spar. Neville blushed. Then he nodded. And so, the morning after my eighteenth birthday, I woke up next to Neville in my bed. “Thanks for giving me a great night, Omega Neville,” I whispered as I leaned down to kiss his lips.

Well, his looks are really to die for. "Oh my Harper, do you want to eat Killian?" I completely choked when a girl's voice came from behind. I turned and saw Neville and Grave who were carrying their trays. "Can we sit with you?" Grave asked, his deep voice felt like it came out from the grave. Now that I see him up close, he had pale skin, dark messy hair, and bags under his eyes. He somehow looks like that certain anime character. His suit is black so that means he's a shapeshifter.

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 see Joey standing patiently. "Tell him that I'm not feeling well. I need to rest." I tell Joey after opening the door and poking my head out. Joey raises an eyebrow in amusement. "You can tell I'm lying right?" He nods then releases a short laugh. "Apparently, he says it's important for you two to meet." Joey reminds me of Neville Longbottom from Harry Potter, only in a suit and looks older. Could it be him? They look so much alike. Someone clearing his throat brings me back to the present. What's wrong with me zoning out a lot lately?

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.

"My friends all have one. I can't fall behind." Otis stood up slowly. "Lenora just passed, and you want a bike?" "What's her death got to do with me?" Neville huffed. "She was useless anyway. Better off dead." Otis slapped him. "Say that again?" "It's the truth," Neville said, holding his cheek. "She was a waste of space. Good riddance." Otis grabbed the bat—the same one he'd used on me. "Get the hell out!" "Dad, you're crazy! Beating me over a dead girl?"

Noelle nodded, glancing shyly at Charles, signaling him to let go of her hand. However, Charles acted as if he did not notice. Ronald quickly turned his head to the side, thinking to himself that he was really being tortured here. He had not even had breakfast yet and was already stuffed with their sweetness. Noelle pulled her hand away from Charles. "I'm going now!" Charles withdrew his gaze and gave Ronald a casual look. "Where are the things?" "Here!" Ronald quickly handed a long box to Charles. "Mr. Quinn said it's an original piece by Zephyr Longbottom. You mentioned you wanted to give it to Sir Shaw."