From Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone
‘Gran, I’ve lost my toad again.’
‘Oh, Neville,’ he heard the old woman sigh. (PS6)
‘Sorry,’ he [Neville] said, ‘but have you seen a toad at all?’
When they [Ron and Harry] shook their heads, he wailed. ‘I’ve lost him! He keeps getting away from me!’
‘He’ll turn up,’ said Harry.
‘Yes,’ said the boy miserably. ‘Well, if you see him…’ (PS6)
Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice. (PS6)
‘Trevor!’ cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands. (PS6)
‘Well, my gran brought me up and she’s a witch,’ said Neville, ‘but the family thought I was all Muggle for ages. My great-uncle Algie kept trying to catch me off my guard and force some magic out of me – he pushed me off the end of Blackpool pier once, I nearly drowned – but nothing happened until I was eight. Great-uncle Algie came round for tea and he was hanging me out of an upstairs window by the ankles when my great-auntie Enid offered him a meringue and he accidentally let go. But I bounced – all the way down the garden and into the road. They were all really pleased. Gran was crying, she was so happy. And you should have seen their faces when I got in here – they thought I might not be magical enough to come, you see. Great-uncle Algie was so pleased he bought me my toad.’ (PS7)
‘Idiot boy!’ snarled Snape, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. ‘I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?’
Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose.
‘Take him up to the hospital wing,’ Snape spat at Seamus. (PS8)
‘It’s a Remembrall!’ he [Neville] explained. ‘Gran knows I forget things – this tells you if there’s something you’ve forgotten to do. Look, you hold it tight like this and if it turns red – oh…’ His face fell, because the Remembrall had suddenly glowed scarlet, ‘… you’ve forgotten something…’ (PS9)
Madam Hooch on Neville in the air: ‘Come back, boy!’ she shouted… (PS9)
Malfoy on Neville: ‘did you see his face, the great lump?’ (PS9)
‘Ooh, sticking up for Longbottom?’ said Pansy Parkinson, a hard-faced Slytherin girl. ‘Never thought you’d like fat little cry babies, Parvati.’ (PS9)
It was Neville. He was curled up on the floor, fast asleep, but jerked suddenly awake as they crept nearer.
‘Thank goodness you found me! I’ve been out here for hours. I couldn’t remember the new password to get in to bed.’ (PS9)
‘Don’t leave me!’ said Neville, scrambling to his feet. ‘I don’t want to stay here alone, the Bloody Baron’s been past twice already.’ (PS9)
‘He [Filch] thinks this door is locked,’ Harry whispered. ‘I think we’ll be OK – get off, Neville!’ For Neville had been tugging on the sleeve of Harry’s dressing-gown for the last minute. (PS9)
All Neville cared about was never going near the dog again. (PS10)
‘Neville, you can look!’ Ron said. Neville had been sobbing into Hagrid’s jacket for the last five minutes. (PS11)
At that moment Neville toppled into the common room. How he had managed to climb through the portrait hole was anyone’s guess, because his legs had been stuck together with what they recognised as the Leg-Locker Curse. He must have had to bunny hop all the way up to Gryffindor Tower.
‘Malfoy,’ said Neville shakily. ‘I met him outside the library. He said he’d been looking for someone to practise that on.’
‘Go to Professor McGonagall!’ Hermione urged Neville. ‘Report him!’
Neville shook his head.
‘I don’t want more trouble,’ he mumbled.
‘You’ve got to stand up to him, Neville!’ said Ron. ‘He’s used to walking all over people, but that’s no reason to lie down in front of him and make it easier.’
‘There’s no need to tell me I’m not brave enough to be in Gryffindor, Malfoy’s already done that,’ Neville choked. (PS13)
‘You’re worth twelve of Malfoy,’ Harry said. ‘The Sorting Hat chose you for Gryffindor, didn’t it? And where’s Malfoy? In stinking Slytherin.’ (PS13)
‘You know how I think they choose people for the Gryffindor team?’
said Malfoy a few minutes later, as Snape awarded Hufflepuff another penalty for no reason at all. ‘It’s people they feel sorry for. See, there’s Potter, who’s got no parents, then there’s the Weasleys, who’ve got no money – you should be on the team, Longbottom, you’ve got no brains.’
Neville went bright red but turned in his seat to face Malfoy.
‘I’m worth twelve of you, Malfoy,’ he stammered.
Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle howled with laughter, but Ron, still not daring to take his eyes from the game, said, ‘You tell him Neville.’
‘Longbottom, if brains were gold you’d be poorer than Weasley, and that’s saying something.’ (PS13)
‘Harry!’ Neville burst out, the moment he saw the other two. ‘I was trying to find you to warn you, I heard Malfoy saying he was going to catch you, he said you had a drag–’ Harry shook his head violently to shut Neville up… (PS15)
Neville clutched the sleeve of Harry’s robe and made a choking noise. (PS15)
Harry: ‘I don’t care if Malfoy has [been hurt], but if something’s got Neville… It’s our fault he’s here in the first place.’ (PS15)
‘What are you doing?’ said a voice from the corner of the room. Neville appeared from behind an armchair, clutching Trevor the toad, who looked as though he’d been making another bid for freedom.
‘Nothing, Neville, nothing,’ said Harry, hurriedly putting the Cloak behind his back.
Neville stared at their guilty faces.
‘You’re going out again,’ he said.
‘No, no, no,’ said Hermione. ‘No, we’re not. Why don’t you go to bed, Neville?’
‘You can’t go out,’ said Neville, ‘you’ll be caught again. Gryffindor will be in even more trouble.’
‘You don’t understand,’ said Harry, ‘this is important.’
But Neville was clearly steeling himself to do something desperate.
‘I won’t let you do it,’ he said, hurrying to stand in front of the portrait hole. ‘I’ll – I’ll fight you!’
‘Neville,’ Ron exploded, ‘get away from that hole and don’t be an idiot –’
‘Don’t you call me an idiot!’ said Neville. ‘I don’t think you should be breaking any more rules! And you were the one who told me to stand up to people!’
‘Yes, but not to us,’ said Ron in exasperation. ‘Neville, you don’t know what you’re doing.’
He took a step forward and Neville dropped Trevor the toad, who leapt out of sight.
‘Go on then, try and hit me!’ said Neville, raising his fists. ‘I’m ready!’
‘Neville,’ she [Hermione] said. ‘I’m really, really sorry about this.’
She raised her wand. ‘Petrificus Totalus!’ she cried, pointing it at Neville. (PS16)
‘There are all kinds of courage,’ said Dumbledore, smiling. ‘It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr Neville Longbottom.’ (PS17)
From Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
On the Howler: ‘Open it,’ Neville urged. ‘It’ll all be over in a few minutes…’ (CS6)
‘They went for Filch first,’ Neville said, his round face fearful, ‘and everyone knows I’m almost a Squib.’ (CS11)
From Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
‘Sorry! D’you know what’s going on? Ouch! Sorry –’
‘Hello, Neville,’ said Harry, feeling around in the dark and pulling Neville up by his cloak.
‘Harry? Is that you? What’s happening?’ (PA5)
‘Ouch!’ said Neville. (PA5)
‘It was horrible,’ said Neville, in a higher voice than usual. ‘Did you feel how cold it went when it came in?’ (PA5)
‘It is a Gift granted to few. You, boy,’ she said suddenly to Neville, who almost toppled off his pouffe, ‘is your grandmother well?’
‘I think so,’ said Neville tremulously.
‘I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you, dear,’ said Professor Trelawney… (PA6)
‘…Oh, and dear –’ she caught Neville by the arm as he made to stand up, ‘after you’ve broken your first cup, would you be so kind as to select one of the blue patterned ones? I’m rather attached to the pink.’
Sure enough, Neville had no sooner reached the shelf of teacups then there was a tinkle of breaking china. Professor Trelawney swept over to him holding a dustpan and brush and said, ‘One of the blue ones, then, dear, if you wouldn’t mind… thank you…’ (PA6)
‘Until we meet again,’ said Professor Trelawney faintly, ‘fair fortune be yours. Oh, and dear –’ she pointed at Neville, ‘you’ll be late next time, so mind you work extra hard to catch up.’ (PA6)
‘Orange, Longbottom,’ said Snape, ladling some up and allowing it to splash into the cauldron, so that everyone could see. ‘Orange. Tell me, boy, does anything penetrate that thick skull of yours? Didn’t you hear me say, quite clearly, that only one rat spleen was needed? Didn’t I state plainly that a dash of leech juice would suffice? What do I have to do to make you understand, Longbottom?’
Neville was pink and trembling. He looked as though he was on the verge of tears. (PA7)
Snape: ‘Longbottom, at the end of this lesson we will feed a few drops of this potion to your toad and see what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to do it properly. Snape moved away, leaving Neville breathless with fear.
‘Help me!’ he moaned to Hermione. (PA7)
Snape: ‘Possibly no one’s warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear.’ (PA7)
Lupin: ‘I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation,’ he said, ‘and I am sure he will perform it admirably.’ (PA7)
‘Right, Neville,’ said Professor Lupin. ‘first things first: what would you say is the thing that frightens you most in the world?’
‘Professor Snape.’ (PA7)
‘Professor Snape… hmmm… Neville, I believe you live with your grandmother?’
‘Er – yes,’ said Neville nervously. ‘But – I don’t want the Boggart to turn into her, either.’
‘No, no, you misunderstand me,’ said Professor Lupin, now smiling. ‘I wonder, could you tell us what sort of clothes your grandmother usually wears?’
Neville looked startled, but said, ‘Well… always the same hat. A tall one with a stuffed vulture on top. And a long dress… green, normally… and sometimes a fox-fur scarf.’
‘And a handbag?’ prompted Professor Lupin.
‘A big red one,’ said Neville. (PA7)
‘R-r-riddikulus!’ squeaked Neville. (PA7)
Lupin: ‘Excellent, Neville. Well done, everyone. Let me see… five points to Gryffindor for every person to tackle the Boggart – ten for Neville because he did it twice – and five each to Hermione and Harry.’ (PA7)
‘I wrote them down,’ Neville was saying tearfully, ‘but I must’ve dropped them somewhere!’
‘A likely tale!’ roared Sir Cadogan. Then , spotting Harry and Ron, ‘Good even, my fine young yeomen! Come clap this loon in irons, he is trying to force entry to the chambers within!’
‘Oh, shut up,’ said Ron, as he and Harry drew level with Neville.
‘I’ve lost the passwords!’ Neville told them miserably. ‘I made him tell me what passwords he was going to use this week, because he keeps changing them, and now I don’t know what I’ve done with them!’ (PA12)
‘Which person,’ she [Professor McGonagall] said, her voice shaking, ‘which abysmally foolish person wrote down this week’s passwords and left them lying around?’
There was utter silence, broken by the smallest of terrified squeaks.
Neville Longbottom, trembling from head to fluffy-slippered toes, raised his hand slowly in the air. (PA13)
On receiving a Howler: ‘Run for it, Neville,’ Ron advised. (PA14)
‘Harry! I forgot you weren’t going to Hogsmeade either!’
‘Hi, Neville,’ said Harry, moving swiftly away from the statue and pushing the map back into his pocket. ‘What are you up to?’
‘Nothing,’ shrugged Neville. ‘Want a game of Exploding Snape?’
‘Er – not now – I was going to go to the library and do that vampire essay for Lupin –’
‘I’ll come with you!’ said Neville brightly. ‘I haven’t done it either!’
‘Er – hang on – yeah, I forgot, I finished it last night!’
‘Brilliant, you can help me!’ said Neville, his round face anxious. ‘I don’t understand that thing about the garlic at all – do they have to eat it, or –’ (PA14)
‘She [Trelawney] says the crystal ball’s told her that, if I tell you, I’ll have a horrible accident!’ squeaked Neville… (PA16)
From Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
‘Gran didn’t want to go,’ he [Neville] said miserably. ‘Wouldn’t buy tickets. It sounded amazing, though.’
‘It was,’ said Ron. ‘Look at this, Neville…’
He rummaged in his trunk up in the luggage rack, and pulled out the miniature figure of Viktor Krum.
‘Oh, wow,’ said Neville enviously… (GF11)
On learning enough for the Triwizard Tournament: ‘I definitely haven’t,’ came Neville’s gloomy voice from behind Fred and George. ‘I expect gran’d want me to try, though, she’s always going on about how I should be upholding the family honour. I’ll just have to – oops…’ (GF11)
‘There’s one – the Cruciatus curse,’ said Neville, in a small but distinct voice. (GF14)
After Moody’s class on the Unforgivables: ‘Neville?’ Hermione said gently.
Neville looked around.
‘Oh, hello,’ he said, his voice much higher than usual. ‘Interesting lesson, wasn’t it? I wonder what’s for dinner, I’m – I’m starving, aren’t you?’
‘Neville, are you all right?’ said Hermione.
‘Oh, yes, I’m fine,’ Neville gabbled, in the same unnaturally high voice. ‘Very interesting dinner – I mean lesson – what’s for eating?’ (GF14)
‘Are you all right, Neville?’ Harry asked him.
‘Oh yes,’ said Neville, ‘I’m fine, thanks. Just reading this book Professor Moody lent me…’
He held up the book; Magical Mediterranean Water-Plants and Their Properties.
‘Apparently Professor Sprout told Professor Moody I’m really good at Herbology,’ Neville said. There was a faint note of pride in his voice that Harry had rarely heard there before. ‘He thought I’d like this.’ (GF14)
‘Longbottom, kindly do not reveal that you can’t even perform a simple Switching Spell in front of anyone from Durmstrang!’ Professor McGonagall barked at the end of one particularly difficult lesson, during which Neville had accidentally transplanted his own ears onto a cactus. (GF15)
On the egg: ‘It was someone being tortured!’ said Neville, who had gone very white, and spilled sausage rolls over the floor. ‘You’re going to have to fight the Cruciatus curse!’
‘Don’t be a prat, Neville, that’s illegal,’ said George. (GF21)
Just then, Neville caused a slight diversion by turning into a large canary.
‘Oh – sorry, Neville!’ Fred shouted, over all the laughter. ‘I forgot – it was the custard creams we hexed –’ (GF21)
‘Yeah, I know!’ said Ron, some of the colour coming back into his face as he started to laugh. ‘He told me after Potions! Said she’s [Hermione’s] always been really nice, helping him out with work and stuff – but she told him she was already going with someone. Ha! As if! She just didn’t want to go with Neville… I mean, who would?’ (GF22)
Ginny: ‘I’m going with – with Neville. He asked me when Hermione said no, and I thought… well… I’m not going to be able to go otherwise, I’m not in fourth year.’ She looked extremely miserable. ‘I think I’ll go and have dinner,’ she said… (GF22)
‘Has Neville never told you why he has been brought up by his grandmother?’ he [Dumbledore] said.
‘Yes, they were talking about Neville’s parents,’ said Dumbledore.
‘His father, Frank, was an Auror just like Professor Moody. He and his wife were tortured for information about Voldemort’s whereabouts after he lost his powers, as you heard.’ (GF30)
As Harry took off his glasses and climbed into his four-poster, he imagined how it must feel to have parents still living but unable to recognize you. He often got sympathy from strangers for being an orphan, but as he listened to Neville’s snores, he thought that Nevilledeserved it more than he did. (GF31)
From Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Luna: ‘And I don’t know who you are.’
‘I’m nobody,’ said Neville hurriedly.
‘No, you’re not,’ said Ginny sharply. ‘Neville Longbottom – Luna Lovegood…’ (OP10)
‘Guess what I got for my birthday?’ said Neville.
‘Another Remembrall?’ said Harry…
‘No,’ said Neville. ‘I could do with one though, I lost the old one ages ago… no, look at this.’
‘Mimbulus mimbletonia,’ he said proudly. (OP10)
‘It’s really, really rare,’ said Neville, beaming. ‘I don’t know if there’s one in the greenhouse at Hogwarts, even. I can’t wait to show it to Professor Sprout. My Great Uncle Algie got it for me in Assyria. I’m going to see if I can breed from it.’ (OP10)
‘Does it – er – do anything?’ he [Harry] asked.
‘Loads of stuff!’ said Neville proudly. ‘It’s got an amazing defensive mechanism. Here, hold Trevor for me…’ (OP10)
On drenching everyone in Stinksap: ‘S – sorry,’ he gasped. ‘I haven’t tried that before… didn’t realise it would be quite so… don’t worry, though, Stinksap’s not poisonous,’ he added nervously, as Harry spat a mouthful on to the floor. (OP10)
‘Sorry,’ said Neville again, in a small voice. (OP10)
Harry: … he would not have chosen to be sitting with Neville and Loony Lovegood, clutching a toad and dripping in Stinksap. (OP10)
‘My gran says that’s rubbish,’ piped up Neville. ‘She says it’s the Daily Prophet that’s going downhill, not Dumbledore. She’s cancelled our subscription. We believe Harry,’ he said simply. He climbed into bed and pulled the covers up to his chin, looking owlishly over them at Seamus. ‘My gran’s always said You-Know-Who would come back one day. She says if Dumbledore says he’s back, he’s back.’ (OP11)
Harry: ‘Maybe… Lord Voldemort?’
Ron gasped; Lavender Brown uttered a little scream; Neville slipped sideways off his stool. (OP12)
‘Yes, you too, Longbottom,’ said Professor McGonagall, ‘There’s nothing wrong with your work except lack of confidence.’ (OP13)
‘And in our first year,’ said Neville to the group at large, ‘he saved that Philological Stone –’
‘Philosopher’s,’ hissed Hermione.
‘Yes, that – from You-Know-Who,’ finished Neville. (OP16)
Malfoy: ‘…apparently they’ve got a special ward for people whose brains have been addled by magic.’
A split second later he [Harry] realised that Neville had just charged past him, heading straight for Malfoy.
‘Not… funny… don’t… Mungo’s… show… him…’ (OP17)
Predictably, Neville was left partnerless. (OP18)
‘Expelliarmus!’ said Neville, and Harry, caught unawares, felt his wand fly out of his hand.
‘I DID IT!’ said Neville gleefully. ‘I’ve never done it before – I DID IT!’ (OP18)
‘You can see the Thestrals, Longbottom, can you?’ she [Umbridge] said.
‘Who did you see die?’ she asked, her tone indifferent.
‘My… my grandad,’ said Neville.
‘And what do you think of them?’ she asked, waving her stubby hand at the horses, who by now had stripped a great deal of the carcass down to bone.
‘Erm,’ said Neville nervously, with a glance at Hagrid. ‘Well, they’re… er… OK…’
‘Students… are… too… intimidated… to… admit… they… are… frightened,’ muttered Umbridge, making another note on her clipboard.
‘No!’ said Neville, looking upset. ‘No, I’m not scared of them!’ (OP21)
‘Ah, yes,’ said his grandmother, peering at Harry and sticking out a shrivelled, clawlike hand for him to shake. ‘Yes, yes, I know who you are, of course. Neville speaks most highly of you.’ (OP23)
‘Well, it’s nothing to be ashamed of!’ said Mrs. Longbottom angrily. ‘You should be proud, Neville, proud! They didn’t give their health and their sanity so their only son would be ashamed of them, you know!’
‘I’m not ashamed,’ said Neville very faintly, still looking anywhere but at Harry and the others. (OP23)
‘Again?’ said Mrs. Longbottom, sounding slightly weary. ‘Very well, Alice dear, very well – Neville, take it, whatever it is…’
But Neville had already stretched out his hand, into which his mother dropped an empty Droobles Blowing Gum wrapper.
‘Very nice, dear,’ said Neville’s grandmother in a falsely cheery voice, patting his mother on the shoulder. But Neville said quietly, ‘Thanks, Mum.’ (OP23)
Harry was pleased to see that all of them, even Zacharias Smith, had been spurred to work harder than ever by the news that ten more Death Eaters were now on the loose, but in nobody was this improvement more pronounced than in Neville. The news of his parents’ attacker’s escape had wrought a strange and even slightly alarming change in him.
Nor had he said anything on the subject of Bellatrix and her fellow torturers’ escape; in fact, he barely spoke during D.A. meetings anymore, but worked relentlessly on every new jinx and countercurse Harry taught them, his plump face screwed up in concentration, apparently indifferent to injuries or accidents, working harder than anyone else in the room. He was improving so fast it was unnerving and when Harry taught them the Shield Charm, a means of deflecting minor jinxes so that they rebounded upon the attacker, only Hermione mastered the charm faster than Neville. (OP25)
‘It’s the right thing to do, Harry,’ said Neville, who was sitting opposite him. He was rather pale, but went on in a low voice, ‘It must have been… tough… talking about it… Was it?’
‘Yeah,’ mumbled Harry, ‘But people have got to know what Voldemort’s capable of, haven’t they?’
‘That’s right,’ said Neville, nodding, ‘and his Death Eaters too … People should know….”‘ (OP26)
‘I don’t think it’s true,’ said Neville quietly from behind them. ‘Because Griselda Marchbanks is a friend of my gran’s, and she’s never mentioned the Malfoys.’
‘What’s she like, Neville?’ asked Hermione at once, ‘Is she strict?’
‘Bit like gran, really,’ said Neville in a subdued voice.
‘Knowing her won’t hurt your chances though, will it?’ Ron told him encouragingly.
‘Oh, I don’t think it will make any difference,’ said Neville, still more miserably. ‘Gran’s always telling Professor Marchbanks I’m not as good as my dad…’ (OP31)
‘Got ’em all,’ said Warrington, shoving Ron roughly forwards into the room. ‘That one,’ he poked a thick finger at Neville, ‘tried to stop me taking her,’ he pointed at Ginny, who was trying to kick the shins of the large Slytherin girl holding her, ‘so I brought him along too.’ (OP32)
Snape: ‘… And Crabbe, loosen your hold a little. If Longbottom suffocates it will mean a lot of tedious paperwork…’ (OP32)
Harry: ‘How did you get away?’ asked Harry in amazement, taking his wand from Ron.
‘Couple of Stunners, a Disarming Charm, Neville brought off a really nice Impediment Jinx,’ said Ron airily, now handing back Hermione’s wand too. (OP33)
‘We were all in the D.A. together,’ said Neville quietly. ‘It was all supposed to be about fighting You-Know-Who, wasn’t it? And this is the first chance we’ve had to do something real – or was that all just a game or something?’
‘No – of course it wasn’t –’ said Harry impatiently.
‘Then we should come too,’ said Neville simply. ‘We want to help.’ (OP33)
‘We’re coming with you Harry,’ said Neville. (OP34)
‘Get out of the way, Harry!’ yelled Neville, clearly determined to repair the damage.
Harry flung himself sideways as Neville took aim again and shouted: ‘STUPEFY!’ (OP35)
Neville groped for Hermione’s wrist.
‘Dat’s a pulse, Harry, I’b sure id is.’
Such a powerful wave of relief swept through Harry that for a moment he felt light-headed.
‘Yeah, I dink so.’ (OP35)
‘And whad are you going do do?’ said Neville, mopping his bleeding nose with his sleeve and frowning at Harry.
‘I’ve got to find the others,’ said Harry.
‘Well, I’b going do find dem wid you,’ said Neville firmly.
‘But Hermione –’
‘We’ll dake her wid us,’ said Neville firmly. ‘I’ll carry her – you’re bedder at fighting dem dan I ab –’ (OP35)
‘Wait,’ said Harry, snatching up Hermione’s wand from the floor and shoving it into Neville’s hand, ‘you’d better take this….’
Neville kicked aside the broken fragments of his own wand as they walked slowly toward the door.
‘My gran’s going do kill be,’ said Neville thickly, blood spattering from his nose as he spoke, ‘dat was by dad’s old wand….’ (OP35)
‘Potter, your race is run,’drawled Lucius Malfoy, pulling off his mask. ‘Now hand me the prophecy like a good boy….’
‘Let — let the others go, and I’ll give it to you!’ said Harry desperately.
A few of the Death Eater’s laughed.
‘You are not in a position to bargain, Potter,’ said Lucius Malfoy, his pale face flushed with pleasure. ‘You see, there are ten of us and only one of you … or hasn’t Dumbledore ever taught you how to count?’
‘He’s dot alone!’ shouted a voice from above them. ‘He’s still god be!’ (OP35)
‘STUBEFY!’ shouted Neville, wheeling around and waving Hermione’s wand at the oncoming Death Eaters. ‘STUBEFY, STUBEFY!’ (OP35)
‘It’s Longbottom, isn’t it?’ sneered Lucius Malfoy. ‘Well, your grandmother is used to losing family members to our cause… your death will not come as a great shock.’
‘Longbottom?’ repeated Bellatrix, and a truly evil smile lit her gaunt face. ‘Why, I have had the pleasure of meeting your parents, boy.’
‘I DOE YOU HAB!’ roared Neville, and he fought so hard against his captor’s encircling grip that the Death Eater shouted, ‘Someone Stun him!’
‘No, no, no,’ said Bellatrix. She looked transported, alive with excitement as she glanced at Harry, then back at Neville. ‘No, let’s see how long Longbottom lasts before he cracks like his parents… unless Potter wants to give us the prophecy.’
‘DON’D GIB ID DO DEM!’ roared Neville, who seemed beside himself, kicking and writhing as Bellatrix drew nearer to him and his captor, her wand raised. ‘DON’D GIB ID DO DEM, HARRY!’ (OP35)
‘Harry, I’b sorry!’ cried Neville, his face anguished as his legs continued to flounder. ‘I’b sorry, Harry, I didn’d bean do –’ (OP35)
Lupin’s face was pale. “Let’s — let’s find the others. Where are they all, Neville?”
Lupin turned away from the archway as he spoke. It sounded as though every word was causing him pain.
“Dey’re all back dere,” said Neville. “A brain addacked Ron but I dink he’s all righd — and Herbione’s unconscious, but we could feel a bulse –” (OP36)
Dumbledore to Harry: ‘… the person who has the only chance of conquering Lord Voldemort for good was born at the end of July, nearly sixteen years ago. This boy would be born to parents who had already defied Voldemort three times.’
Harry felt as though something was closing in upon him. His breathing seemed difficult again.
‘It means – me?’
Dumbledore surveyed him for a moment through his glasses.
‘The odd thing is, Harry,’ he said softly, ‘that it may not have meant you at all. Sybil’s prophecy could have applied to two wizard boys, born at the end of July that year, both of whom had parents in the Order of the Phoenix, both sets of parents having narrowly escaped Voldemort three times. One, of course was you. The other was Neville Longbottom.’ (OP37)
Primary editor: Lisa Waite Bunker. Compiled by: Lori Damerell and Lisa Waite Bunker.
Original page date 23 January, 2005; Last page update 25 January, 2008.