i killed myself from the inside out and all my fears have pushed you out
Everyone knows the story of Neville Longbottom!He's the boy-who-lived, don't you know? He's the one who defeated you-know who, that dreadful Halloween not too many years ago. The Wizarding World is only just picking up the pieces and getting away from the old prejudices when it's rocked hard by allegations made by the golden boy.
After Albus Dumbledore and others convinced the Ministry of Magic that it would be a brilliant idea to host a Tri-Wizard Tournament at Hogwarts School when young Mr. Longbottom was just 14 years old, the world was shocked by the outcome. Neville lied, cheated and schemed his way into the tournament, becoming an illegal contestant and eventually he and Cedric Diggory - the other boy who lived, if you were into believing the load of rubbish they were spewing - won the contest. Now, the Wizarding World was being forced to choose what side they were really on. Friends were becoming enemies and there were whispers of odd things happening...
Yet, Minister for Magic Fudge continued to state that Neville and Cedric were liars and everyone believed that. The only one who didn't believe that was Dumbledore, and everyone knew he was a bit cooky with old age anyway.
stranger than your sympathy and this is my apology
Meanwhile, three very familiar looking teens stepped out of the shadows of a familiar, run-down building in Hogsmede, a time turner slipping and smashing on the ground. The girl dropped to her knees, clutching at it. All three of them looked like they had seen better days; cuts and bruises were etched into their faces and their robes all seemed a bit loose on them. The shorter boy with jet black hair that stuck up at odd angles picked up a Daily Prophet and scanned it for any details that could be useful.
"Hermione? I think we've got a problem here," he muttered as he pointed to the date that read nearly two years previous to the one he had come from.
"And, Harry... That headline says that Neville's the boy-who-lived," gasped the lanky ginger boy, his eyes confused.
The girl stood, clasping the shards of glass in her hands lightly as she looked from one boy to the next and then to the paper. "I think we're in trouble, Harry. I really think we are."
The three shuffled out of the chilly evening and into the one building they knew they'd be safe - the shrieking shack - and started to work out a plan. Soon they'd have to talk to Dumbledore. First, however, they'd rest their war ravaged bodies and go from there. Stretching, Harry Potter couldn't help but wonder what his life would be like now that he wasn't the boy who lived...
and i wished for things that i don't need, all i wanted.
Back up at Hogwarts School, night was just falling and the party was just getting started for the new aged Marauders. Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger and Lavender Brown were all sharing firewhiskey supplied by Harry's god-father, Sirius. The bottle was shared amongst the friends as they plotted and schemed the best way to ruin their Defense Against the Dark Art's Professor's Day.
Neville Longbottom and Cedric Diggory were off serving detention with Umbridge together - I Must Not Tell Lies being etched into their hands, a permanent reminder of their sins - while Draco Malfoy scoured the castle for the latest news on Death Eater happenings. Rumor had it that former Gryffindor Quidditch star Oliver Wood had in fact been behind several high profile killings in the past three months, which caused Draco's lips to curl at the edges.
Elsewhere in the castle, the Weasley twins were perfecting new products on first year volunteers in a deserted classroom; they had every intention of getting a joke shop up and running when they graduated later this year. James Potter and Sirius Black - although they asked to remain anonymous donors - had fronted them a very generous amount of money. Sirius had thrown in a couple extra galleons when they had promised to get rid of the Professor that he heard so many of the students, mainly his god-son, complain about. Fred and George, being Fred and George, couldn't help but agree.
Yes, tonight was a very usual night for the witches and wizards of Hogwarts.
everythings all wrong and where the hell did i think i was?.