Harry Potter - Preferences + Imagines

⚡Imagine #34 - Neville Longbottom {Requested}⚡

*A/n* - This imagine was requested by JulzLovDraco4Eva

Thanks for the request + I hope you like it.

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Everyone began sneaking out of the room of requirement one by one in order not to be caught out of bed after hours by Filch on the Orders of Professor Umbridge. (Y/n) noticed that Neville, her longtime friend and crush, was stood in front of the large mirrors that sat around the edge of the room and was staring longing at a picture that sat upon one of them. "Hey, Neville." (Y/n) smiled. "Are you okay?"

"I guess." He shrugged. Not once did he look at (Y/n), instead he kept his eyes on the photo. "I just want to make them proud of me." He said, eventually, pointing at the picture. "Those are my parents." He told you, pointing at the two people smiling next to Lily and James Potter, Harry's parents, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Molly and Arthur Weasley, amongst many others. "They were part of the order." He explained, taking a deep breath. "But that was a long time ago."

"You are making them proud." (Y/n) said, patting him on the back in an attempt to comfort him. "Do you mind me asking what happened to them?"  Neville bit down on his lip as he looked at (Y/n) for the first time. "They had a run-in with some death eaters years ago. One of those death eaters was Bellatrix Lestrange." He stopped as he studied (Y/n)'s face. 

"Bellatrix Lestrange?" (Y/n) asked, thinking about where that name had been heard before. "Hasn't she just-"

"Escaped from Azkaban? Yeah." He said, shaking his head. "My parents refused to give the death eaters crucial information about the order, so Bellatrix Lestrange performed the Cruciatus Curse on them." He stopped to look back at his parents smiling at him from the photo. "Yet, not once did they give the death eaters the information that they wanted."

"They're heroes, Neville."

"I know they are, (Y/n)." He smiled. "That's why I want to be like them, but to tell you the truth-" He looked around the room to see if anyone else was there to hear the next part of their conversation. "I'm terrified to face her, (Y/n). That's why I'm here. It's why I'm so desperate to succeed. My parents deserve to be avenged for their sacrifices and the pain that they endured."

(Y/n) nodded in agreement. "And they will be Neville. Together, we'll make sure of it." Neville looked at (Y/n) and felt that schoolboy crush that he'd suppressed all these years creeping up to the surface.  "(Y/n)..." He whispered, leaning in. 

"I know." (Y/n) replied as the pair of them kissed.

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The Battle of Hogwarts:

"We have to find Neville." (Y/n) screamed towards Dean and Seamus as they ran through the derelict castle grounds. "Neville!" (Y/n) screamed in an attempt at finding him. 

"(Y/n)!" You heard someone reply and, it was in fact, Neville. When (Y/n), Dean and Seamus found him, he was with Bellatrix. "Get away from him!" Bellatrix turned around and laughed in (Y/n)'s face. "And who are you?" She held her wand up to (Y/n)'s neck. 

"Get away from her, Bellatrix!" Neville said, taking a stand against her. It was one thing that this woman was responsible for what responsible for his parents, but taking a step closer to the love of his life, was enough to push Neville over the edge. "Quiet, Longbottom!" Bellatrix spat. "Otherwise, or you and I are going to go down the same path that your parents and I went down. Understand?" Bellatrix turned her attention back to (Y/n) and looked up and down. Eventually, she raised her wand back up. "Tell me, (Y/n)." She said, mockingly. "Where is Harry Potter?"

"Why would I tell you that?"

"Because, the dark lord requires him," Bellatrix replied and awaited an answer. "If you don't tell me where Harry Potter, then I will kill your boyfriend, here." She looked at Neville and let out a disturbing laugh. "Over my dead body." (Y/n) spat in reply. 

"Well, if that's how you want to play this game." Bellatrix raised her wand and performed the cruciatus curse on (Y/n). "Tell me where he is..."

"Get away from (Y/n), you bitch!" Neville screamed and pulled out his wand. "Avada Kerdarva!" There, on the spot, Neville killed Bellatrix; after years of worrying, he'd finally got the chance to stand up to his worst nightmare. "(Y/n)!" He rushed over. "Are you alright?" It seemed to be a bit of a stupid question, but he was still in a bit of shock. "I love you, Neville." Was all (Y/n) could say, grateful to be alive and it was all because of Neville.