Post by ArthurWeasley on Jun 26, 2004 21:33:57 GMT -5
This is the harry potter story in the eyes of Neville...im trying to do decent size chapters so it takes a while...i'll be done w/ the next chapter in like 2-3 days unless i forget...hope you like it...here ya go...
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
edit: Neville’s Version
Introduction
Hello, I am Neville Fredrick Longbottom.. This is my story of my first year at Hogwarts. Before I tell you my story I believe you should know some basic things about me and my life. I am 11 years old. I have short brown hair, and brown eyes. I have bucked teeth and am a little chubby. I am also very forgetfull and a little stupid. I live with my Gran in her small house because my parents are insane. The Lestranges and other Death Eaters used the Imperius Curse to control my parents soon after I was born. They were tortured so much that they just went crazy. They are now at St. Mungo’s and we visit them almost every day even though they hardly know we’re there. That’s the basics. I don’t want to reveal to much and ruin the story so just read it yourself.
Hope you like my take,
Neville Longbottom
Chapter 1
The Owl
“Neville, wake up!” Gran called nearly ten feet away in the kitchen of the gloomy house, “Pull on a sweater…we’re going to visit your mum and dad.” I pulled my feet out of the tangled covers and dragged them off my mattress. I rubbed my tired eyelids until they were ready to open. The small room faded into focus. It was still the same room. Same wardrobe in the corner, my desk still left the untouched since last night. Even though everything was so far routine I felt as though today would be different. I groaned in fury over Gran waking me so abruptly, “But Gran!” I protested, “We visited them just yesterday.” She came storming into my room in an obvious fit, “How dare you dismiss a chance to see your poor parents…you know they enjoy your company. I can see it in the way their eyes light up when you enter the room. They may not see you or recognize you immediately but they sense your presence.” I sighed “You’re right Gran…I was wrong to…” I started self-scornfully “…Yes. Yes. Yes…just hurry up or we wont see them at all,” Gran interrupted, “Get on a coat and hurry to the kitchen…” I scrambled to get dressed and soon popped into the kitchen. “Gran…so sorry for earlier…” I apologized. “Oh, hush up. No worries.” I opened my mouth to speak but not to and began eating. About five minutes into breakfast, as I was biting into a biscuit I heard a swoosh, almost as though a gust of wind was blowing into the house. I looked up, mouth open and full of food, to see a gray blur streak through the open window above the sink. The streak swept over the table and swerved around my head. With a great fluttering noise it slowed down and touched gently to the window sill. Now that it was visible I realized it was an owl. It gracefully ruffled it’s wings and puffed out it’s chest, almost to brag at it’s graceful performance. I looked over at Gran with a look of confusion. She was staring with her coffee cup still tipped over, touching her lips. She suddenly shook out of it and looked down. “Ah!” she exclaimed excitedly putting down the cup and glancing up at me. I curiously peeked down. There was a square envelope made of yellowish parchment lying on my eggs. I looked up at Gran puzzled “Huh?” She picked it up, turned it over and pushed it toward me. In emerald green writing it said:
Mr. N. Longbottom
13 Edgeware Lane
Little Whinging
Surrey
“For Me?” I asked. Gran only nodded. “But who is it from?” I questioned. She shrugged and signaled to the letter. I timidly flipped it over. There was a purple seal on the back. Stamped on it was an H surrounding a bear or something, some kind of bird, a small rodent, and a snake looking thing. I gulped and opened the envelope. I slid out its contents and read slowly:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Shf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Longbottom,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please
find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
I looked up stunned and handed the letter to Gran. She read it quickly then set it down. “I remember when I got my letter…I was so excited. Though it was a little different then this…” I looked up and almost half smiled. “So can I go?” I asked softly. Gran looked at me strangely for a moment then chuckled, “O’ course you can go. I’m not going to have a wizard grandchild that doesn’t go to school.” I nodded. “Yeah….o…ok.” She got up and disappeared into her bedroom and came back a second later with some parchment and a quill. She sat back down and began writing a letter. As she did so I got up and petted the owl that was still sitting proudly on the sill. I offered it some sausage but it only looked away as though it wasn’t good enough. Gran sighed and pushed her chair away from the table. I turned around, turned the letter toward me and read:
Dear Minerva McGonagall or Whoever is interested,
We are delighted that Neville has been accepted to your grand school.
We would be proud for him to attend it.
Therefore, we are giving him premision to go.
Sincerely,
Gran Emma Longbottom
And your future student,
I looked up, “Gran, no that’s…” I started. “Go on just sign it…” Gran retorted.
I looked down and scribbled:
Neville Longbottom
“There…are you happy now?” I asked while crossing the last t. She smiled. She folded the letter into an envelope and put it in the owl’s beak, “I trust you know where to go.” He turned as if to show he was leaving now. Gran pushed him into the air and he soared off into the distance. She sat back down and after a long moment of silence we began to eat. After breakfast Gran realized that we never went to visit mum and dad at St. Mungo’s. She sent them an owl saying that we wouldn’t be able to come today. The rest of the day I only sat in my bedroom wondering anxiously about my future at Hogwarts and frequently running to ask Gran questions that she always answered with, “You’ll see my dear, and trust me you’ll have fun and learn lots.” I had a feeling I wouldn’t have fun and knew that learning lots itsn’t always fun.
Hope ya like it...you should see it on my word document the letters and signatures match their personalities...it's cool...so how is it?
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
edit: Neville’s Version
Introduction
Hello, I am Neville Fredrick Longbottom.. This is my story of my first year at Hogwarts. Before I tell you my story I believe you should know some basic things about me and my life. I am 11 years old. I have short brown hair, and brown eyes. I have bucked teeth and am a little chubby. I am also very forgetfull and a little stupid. I live with my Gran in her small house because my parents are insane. The Lestranges and other Death Eaters used the Imperius Curse to control my parents soon after I was born. They were tortured so much that they just went crazy. They are now at St. Mungo’s and we visit them almost every day even though they hardly know we’re there. That’s the basics. I don’t want to reveal to much and ruin the story so just read it yourself.
Hope you like my take,
Neville Longbottom
Chapter 1
The Owl
“Neville, wake up!” Gran called nearly ten feet away in the kitchen of the gloomy house, “Pull on a sweater…we’re going to visit your mum and dad.” I pulled my feet out of the tangled covers and dragged them off my mattress. I rubbed my tired eyelids until they were ready to open. The small room faded into focus. It was still the same room. Same wardrobe in the corner, my desk still left the untouched since last night. Even though everything was so far routine I felt as though today would be different. I groaned in fury over Gran waking me so abruptly, “But Gran!” I protested, “We visited them just yesterday.” She came storming into my room in an obvious fit, “How dare you dismiss a chance to see your poor parents…you know they enjoy your company. I can see it in the way their eyes light up when you enter the room. They may not see you or recognize you immediately but they sense your presence.” I sighed “You’re right Gran…I was wrong to…” I started self-scornfully “…Yes. Yes. Yes…just hurry up or we wont see them at all,” Gran interrupted, “Get on a coat and hurry to the kitchen…” I scrambled to get dressed and soon popped into the kitchen. “Gran…so sorry for earlier…” I apologized. “Oh, hush up. No worries.” I opened my mouth to speak but not to and began eating. About five minutes into breakfast, as I was biting into a biscuit I heard a swoosh, almost as though a gust of wind was blowing into the house. I looked up, mouth open and full of food, to see a gray blur streak through the open window above the sink. The streak swept over the table and swerved around my head. With a great fluttering noise it slowed down and touched gently to the window sill. Now that it was visible I realized it was an owl. It gracefully ruffled it’s wings and puffed out it’s chest, almost to brag at it’s graceful performance. I looked over at Gran with a look of confusion. She was staring with her coffee cup still tipped over, touching her lips. She suddenly shook out of it and looked down. “Ah!” she exclaimed excitedly putting down the cup and glancing up at me. I curiously peeked down. There was a square envelope made of yellowish parchment lying on my eggs. I looked up at Gran puzzled “Huh?” She picked it up, turned it over and pushed it toward me. In emerald green writing it said:
Mr. N. Longbottom
13 Edgeware Lane
Little Whinging
Surrey
“For Me?” I asked. Gran only nodded. “But who is it from?” I questioned. She shrugged and signaled to the letter. I timidly flipped it over. There was a purple seal on the back. Stamped on it was an H surrounding a bear or something, some kind of bird, a small rodent, and a snake looking thing. I gulped and opened the envelope. I slid out its contents and read slowly:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Shf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Longbottom,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please
find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress
I looked up stunned and handed the letter to Gran. She read it quickly then set it down. “I remember when I got my letter…I was so excited. Though it was a little different then this…” I looked up and almost half smiled. “So can I go?” I asked softly. Gran looked at me strangely for a moment then chuckled, “O’ course you can go. I’m not going to have a wizard grandchild that doesn’t go to school.” I nodded. “Yeah….o…ok.” She got up and disappeared into her bedroom and came back a second later with some parchment and a quill. She sat back down and began writing a letter. As she did so I got up and petted the owl that was still sitting proudly on the sill. I offered it some sausage but it only looked away as though it wasn’t good enough. Gran sighed and pushed her chair away from the table. I turned around, turned the letter toward me and read:
Dear Minerva McGonagall or Whoever is interested,
We are delighted that Neville has been accepted to your grand school.
We would be proud for him to attend it.
Therefore, we are giving him premision to go.
Sincerely,
Gran Emma Longbottom
And your future student,
I looked up, “Gran, no that’s…” I started. “Go on just sign it…” Gran retorted.
I looked down and scribbled:
Neville Longbottom
“There…are you happy now?” I asked while crossing the last t. She smiled. She folded the letter into an envelope and put it in the owl’s beak, “I trust you know where to go.” He turned as if to show he was leaving now. Gran pushed him into the air and he soared off into the distance. She sat back down and after a long moment of silence we began to eat. After breakfast Gran realized that we never went to visit mum and dad at St. Mungo’s. She sent them an owl saying that we wouldn’t be able to come today. The rest of the day I only sat in my bedroom wondering anxiously about my future at Hogwarts and frequently running to ask Gran questions that she always answered with, “You’ll see my dear, and trust me you’ll have fun and learn lots.” I had a feeling I wouldn’t have fun and knew that learning lots itsn’t always fun.
Hope ya like it...you should see it on my word document the letters and signatures match their personalities...it's cool...so how is it?
;D 
