Neville Longbottom and the Day That Trevor Died Because I Listened to Stupid Harry Potter and his Little Friend's Too

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Hermione Granger Kills a Toad

Neville Longbottom hadn't known what to say when he got a Hogwarts letter. He'd ended up crying. So did his grandmother actually. And uncle Algie.

And then his uncle had promised him a pet for Hogwarts. That had cheered him up. Until he saw that it was a toad. Neville had wanted to start crying again. He was eleven goddammit and he was allowed to cry if he wanted to. But he didn't, because that is what was expected of the Heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Longbottom, future Duke of the Valley of Camelot. Well, where Camelot used to be. It was a long wide trench in the ground now, but a wooden castle and city used to be there. Now there was a very respectable town that was two families away from becoming an entirely magical settlement.

Either way he got a frog for getting his Hogwarts letter.

He named it Trevor.

And despite what others may think he LOVED that little frog. It had been tears of joy he wanted to shed that day he first saw Trevor.

He took the little thing to bed with him, out swimming by the lake, around the manor and into the library. His Grandmother had drawn the line at meals, which was perfectly understandable.

But as it came to be September first that toad had started to run away, likely having more foresight than its master did.

Seven times the night before had the little creature run away, and another three times before leaving the next day too. And when he got to the station?

Trevor disappeared again. This time he did start crying, though he held it in until he got away from his Grandmother as he usually did.

He had, eventually, found a compartment where a young girl was sitting, avidly reading their… Potions book? How strange.

Despite his cries, the girl had started talking AT him.

"It's all so fascinating I read…"
"HARRY POTTER is supposed to…"

"… I think it's quite smart to not let first years…"

Eventually she had gotten enough out of her system to notice Neville had bright red bags under his eyes. "Have you been crying?" she asked blindly, having been talking for at least five minutes, one of which involved him sobbing when she mentioned the pet policy at Hogwarts. "I'm Hermione Granger by the way."

"Neville Longbottom." He responded, putting out a hand as he had been taught, though it sounded more like 'Neble Wongbotm.'

The girl did manage to translate his first name at least, "What's wrong Neville? We get to go to a magic school in Scottland?"

"I…" he paused for a second before wiping his face on his cloak and coughing a few times, "I lost my toad."

Her eyebrows disappeared behind her bushy mane of hair, "Want me to help you look for it?" she asked kindly. Neville was ready to take back all the things that he had thought about the girl and nodded. The two got up and started going from compartment to compartment. Finally they came to one occupied by two boys: A freckle speckled ginger and a dark haired boy with… a lightning shaped scar?

HARRY POTTER!

The girl had once again gone on about her books, at one point casting a spell to fix Harry Potters glasses, and had demanded to see the ginger try and turn his pet… rat? Yellow. It didn't work.

Eventually he nudged her in the back and she mentioned Trevor again.

Unlike the other times however these two had something useful to say. Or at least Harry did.

"Ron told me his brother Percy is a Prefect. You could try and ask him?" he threw out, and it was more than anyone else had given them. Ron just nodded along, looking for any change in color in his old fat rat.

Hermione was over the moon.

"THAT'S A GREAT IDEA!" she exclaimed excitedly, scaring the poor rat back into its owner's pocket. And now they were off to find Percy the Perfect Prefect.

They did, in fact, find Percy. Just as they entered the first car, Hermione mentioning something about talking to the conductor, but he didn't care, he just wanted Trevor back.

Percy mentioned that "There is in fact a spell to summon things young lady. It's a fourth year spell. The incantation is Accio, and the wand movement is a simple jab."

Percy had reached for his wand, only for Hermione to beat him to the punch: "Accio Trevor the Toad!" she said powerfully… Three seconds…. Ten seconds.

Percy and Neville just stared, wondering if she had gotten the spell. Hermione was looking dismayed at her failed spell when, from the compartment next to them, came a sound.

"Ribbblat!" the end was particularly… wet. Looking at the window Neville found himself face to… remains, with Trevor, who had apparently flown from King's Cross Station to where the train was currently moving… at a hundred miles per hour.

Neville didn't even have the mental capacity to cry, though tears instantly sprang to Hermione's face, and even Percy looked whiter than usual.

And then the future Duke Longbottom of the Valley of Camelot threw up the contents of his stomach all over Hermione Granger's nice black trainers and brand new robes.