Potions and Parchment Match

A/N: Now before you all flame me for going so far from canon on the Neville story line, remember, this is fanfiction, and I just wanted Neville to be happy!!!


Ron huddled shivering under a bush. He was cold and terrified and had no idea where he was. He couldn’t believe that his mother had sent him off to never been heard from again. He didn’t really blame her; he blamed his stupid sister who couldn’t stop laughing long enough to tell his mum who he was and what had happened. He also blamed Millie for turning him into a weasel to begin with. Now he understood what Malfoy had felt like when he had been turned into a ferret. He wondered if he would make it through the long cold night.

He looked around but could see nothing as twilight was descending. He knew he was in a rural area, as he couldn’t hear voices or the sounds of inhabitants anywhere around him. He had no idea if he was still in England or if he had been sent somewhere else. He had always wondered where things went when you evanesco’d something. Now he knew. The items were sent off to the middle of nowhere never to be seen again. That was the point of the spell after all.

He layed down and curled himself into a tight ball trying to conserve body heat. He had never remembered being so cold or so hungry before. He had planned on getting lunch while they were in Hogsmeade, but Millie had destroyed that idea. She might have been a good shag, but Ron suspected that she wasn’t good at much of anything else. She was frumpy and ugly and had no personality whatsoever. He thought that he could marry her and just keep himself blindfolded as he shagged her, but now he doubted that would work. He hoped that their one time together produced a child so that he would never have to touch her again. He would marry her so that he didn’t loose his wand, and then he would make sure she was breeding and then he would disappear so that he didn’t ever have to see her again. That is if he somehow made it back to being a man again.

He closed his eyes and thought of all the ways in which he could get back at his sister and his fiancé. Women weren’t worth the trouble. Sure, you could shag them, and they would cook and clean for you, but then you had to talk to them and that’s where things got difficult. He now knew why his dad spent so much time hiding in the garden shed. His mum was the bad as the rest of them. She was always butting her nose into his business and giving him useless advice. If he didn’t like sex so much he would become a recluse and hide away from all women. For a moment he thought about what it would be like to shag a bloke and then blanched. He liked breasts too much to switch to the other side. Blokes might be easier to get along with, but they didn’t have the nice soft breasts that women did. He loved to fondle them, lick them, and sometimes when a witch was willing he liked to stick his hard cock between their pillowy mounds and fuck them too.

He felt himself stiffen and was shocked when he uncurled and looked down to see the small pink head sticking out of his fur. He cried out and rolled over on his back in disgust. No matter how desperate he got, he was not shagging another weasel. That would just be to weird, wouldn’t it?

He rolled back over and curled up into a ball again. He was so cold and his stomach kept rumbling. He wondered where he could find some food. He had no idea what was safe to eat and what wasn’t. He thought about creeping out from under his bush and scavenging for some food but changed his mind. It was completely dark now and he had no idea where to go. He decided to wait for morning and hope for the best. He had just closed his eyes and started to drift off when he was startled by a noise. He looked up and across the way he could see the glowing eyes of another animal.

“On your oath as a witch, do you Millicent Bulstrode promise to adhere to the terms of the marriage agreement and take as your husband, Neville Longbottom, for a term no less than five years, remaining faithful and promising to live with him in the same home,
doing all that you can to provide your husband with a child?” Kingsley’s deep voice droned. The two of them were standing in the Ministers office holding hands.

Millie blushed at the direct words but said, “I give my oath as a witch that I will take Neville Longbottom as my husband for a term of no less than five years and that I will live in the same home with him and being faithful to him. I also give my oath that I will do my best to provide my husband with a child.” A golden swirl of light encircled her as she stated her oath.

“Do you Neville Longbottom give your oath as a Wizard that you promise to adhere to the terms of the marriage agreement and take as your wife, Millicent Bulstrode, for a term of no less than five years, remaining faithful and promising to live in the same home with her, protecting her from harm, while doing all that you can do to provide her with a child?”

Neville swallowed hard and looked from Kingsley to Millie. “I give my oath as a Wizard to promise to adhere to the terms of the marriage agreement and take Millicent as my wife for a term of no less than five years. I will remain faithful and live in the same home as my wife protecting her from harm and trying to do my best to provide her with a child.” As he gave his oath a silver stream of light encircled him and when the words were finished their two lights melted together enclosing both of them and then disappeared.

“Now put your ring onto her finger, Neville,” he watched for a moment as the nervous young man fumbled and finally got the ring to slide onto her finger. “Repeat after me, I give you this ring as a token of my vows to you. If ever I should break my vow to you this ring will disappear so that you will know that I have dishonored you.”

Neville repeated the words while he looked deep into her eyes. She smiled softly at him.

“Millicent, put your ring on his finger and repeat the same words,” Kingsley said.

“I give you this ring as a token of my vows to you. If ever I should break my vow to you this ring will disappear so that you will know that I have dishonored you.” She looked at him and then added one more line. “I promise that I will always remember what you have done for me and I will honor you until my dying day, Neville.”

“And I, you,” he whispered kissing her lips softly.

“You are now married. Congratulations!” Kingsley said with a smile. This was the first of what he assumed would be many marriages and he was happy that the couple before him were happy and willing to work at this agreement.

Mille and Neville, who were still holding hands, turned and smiled at each other and then the Minister. “Thanks for you help, Kingsley,” Neville said reaching out to shake his hand.

Kingsley took his hand firmly in his and smiled. “Your welcome, Neville. Now I’ll get the notices sent out to the Weasley’s, the Vain’s and then to the Headmistress. I would recommend that the two of you stay the night elsewhere to give the notices time to be received. I will let Minerva know that you will return to the school tomorrow afternoon.”

Millie felt a weight lift from her shoulders. She was worried about returning to the castle and facing Ron. He would be irate as it was from being turned into a weasel; she had no idea what he would think about being released from his marriage. She suspected that he would be happy. “Minister, what will happen with Ron and Romilda? Will they be required to marry?”

“There are actually several petitions that have come across my desk such as yours where a couple wants to marry and be released from their engagement to another. I suspect that we will have another drawing in three months with the newly unmatched.”

“I see,” she said with a smile. She knew that Ron and Romilda hated each other. She had heard rumors of a love potion and Ron following Romilda around for weeks after.

The newly married couple left the office and apparated to Diagon Alley. “Where shall we go from here?” Millie asked.

Neville smiled at her. “I would like to take you to meet my parents.”

Millie’s eyes lifted in surprise. “I didn’t realize that they were still alive. I had heard that Bellatrix Lestrange killed them right before the Potter’s died,” she gasped.

Neville instantly felt anger but he pushed it back down. Just the name of Bellatrix immediately sent him into rage. “They are still alive and reside at St. Mungo’s. She didn’t actually kill them, but she might as well have.”

“Was it the cruciatus?”

Neville nodded. “My mother is ambulatory but my father lies in a bed all day. Neither one of them speak, but sometimes, I think that my mum knows who I am.”

“Neville, I would love to meet your parents.”

He grinned at her and pulled her tight against his chest apparating them away.

Fred and Angelina had just finished looking at an old house in the country that they thought about purchasing. They were newly married and wanted a place of their own. “Well, what did you think?” he asked grinning.

Angelina frowned. “It needs a bit of work,” she said.

“That’s the best part about it! We can do what we want to it,” he grinned.

“That house will cost a fortune to fix. What did the realtor say? It’s been vacant for about six years? It looks like everyone has been tossing their garbage there forever!”

“You know my family will come and help. My mum is a whiz with her wand and cleaning spells,” he said trying to convince her.

“Can we afford this?” she asked.

Fred grinned. He knew that she would cave if he kept badgering her. “I’ve got some money set aside so it should be alright. The store is doing fantastic so I don’t see money as being a problem.”

“Don’t you think this house is a bit large for us? We really don’t need that much space,” she said thinking of all the rooms that needed to be repaired, cleaned, and furnished. Her family was comfortable, but they didn’t have a lot of galleons to spare to help them out.

“I love all the room! We can have a potions lab for George and I to experiment in, there is a large kitchen and dining room, a huge living room that will be great for entertaining when all the family comes to visit, plus there are six bedrooms so we can have plenty of children and not need a bigger house!” he said seductively.

“Fred Weasley, if you think that I am giving birth to six children you are out of your mind!” she shrieked.

“Actually, I was thinking five, one for each bedroom!”

“You have lost your mind!” she said pushing him back with a glare. “I don’t want that large of a family!”

Fred smiled. “Ang, it’s not like this is something that we have to decide right this minute,” he said pulling her close again. He had planned on just doing his best to keep her pregnant and seeing where that got him.

They both jumped when they heard a deep-pitched growl and then a high-pitched squeal. “What the hell was that?” Fred demanded looking out into the darkness.

They could both here what sounded like a larger animal attacking a smaller one. “Look, over there!” she hissed pointing at a weasel racing across the grass towards them with a wolf barreling after it.

“Look out!” Fred shouted yanking his wand from his pocket. He had barely flicked his wand at the wolf, freezing it in its place when the weasel jumped into his arms. Fred screeched as it burrowed deep under his robes. “What the bloody hell!” he yelled trying to get it free of him.

The weasel was holding on for dear life and not letting go as Fred frantically tried to pry it away from him. Angelina stared in horror as the rodent kept scurrying all over Fred. Fred finally flung it free from his body and it jumped onto Angelina. She screamed a loud high-pitched scream and leaped into Fred’s arms as she hysterically cried and tried to remove the pest. Neither one of them had ever heard of a weasel who wanted to be around humans. They were not know to make pets our of like some of their Mustela family members like the ferret.

“Fred!” Angelina screamed in fright, “Get it off of me!” she cried. She hated rodents of any type and the fury thing frantically crawling all over her was freaking her out. It was about a foot long and had long red hair. It was the strangest looking weasel that she had ever seen before.

“Honey, I’m trying!” he said tying to catch it. Finally he grabbed it by its tale and held it away from both of them. “What shall we do with it?” he asked looking at the creature who all of the sudden went still.

“Get rid of it!” she shrieked. “Uh yuck! It’s so disgusting!” she shuddered.

The weasel hissed at her but remained calm. “I think it understood you, Ang!” Fred said in surprise. “I wonder if it’s a boy or a girl?” he turned it so that he could see the genitalia and saw that it was a boy. “Not very well endowed is he?” Fred joked.

The weasel hissed again and tried to swipe at him. Fred watched it thoughtfully. “You know, I really think he understands us,” he mused. “How weird is that?”

“Well I don’t care if he can understand us or not, get rid of it, Fred!” she demanded. “I don’t ever want to see it again!”

“You know, I have been wanting to try a few spells where you use parts of weasels. Ones this color really are quite rare. Perhaps I’ll take it back to the store with me and keep it in my lab. I can just pluck off parts as I need them. There is an aging potion that I wanted to try that calls for the left testacle of a red weasel.”

The weasel immediately started scrambling again trying to get free. There was no way that he was going to loose his left testacle to an experiment. He tried to bite and claw at his captor but he couldn’t get loose. After a few exhausting minutes, he gave up and remained still again. He was sure that there would be another time to get free later.


Draco and Hermione sat in the common room of their heads dorm each working on their own homework. Draco was working on a potions essay and Hermione on a transfiguration one. Draco chuckled when he thought of the day. “I can’t believe Millie turned the Weasel into a weasel!” he laughed.

Hermione grinned in spite of herself. “Draco, its not funny!” she said trying to defend her best friend but falling short as the snorts of laughter came through.

“Did you see Ginny’s face when Millie handed her Ron?” Draco gasped through the laughs.

“I would have loved to see Molly’s face! She would have been horrified! She hates any type of rodents or vermin. She hates their little furry bodies and beady eyes! She would have flipped. Poor Millie isn’t going to have a good time of it after this!” Hermione felt sorry for the girl. She knew that Molly would side with Ron in public and make sure that Millie knew that.

“Even after everything that he said and did?”

“She always defends her family first. She’ll let Ron have it for what he said and did, but Millie will be blamed for it. She protects her children even when they are wrong.”

“My mum would have knocked me upside the head for treating a lady like that,” Draco said with a shudder. He had had it drilled into his head his entire life that you treat ladies with respect and kindness, unless of course they were Mudbloods and then they didn’t count. He would keep that part to himself though.

“Well Ron is going to be livid! If Millie thought he was a prat before this, he’ll be even worse now. He has a horrid temper and he’ll take his anger out on her.”

Draco snorted. “If someone turned me into a weasel I’d be pretty pissed too,” he said.

“Oh yeah, I hear ferrets are more your specialty,” she smirked.

Draco raised an elegant eyebrow at her. “Oh really?” He thought about when Moody, who was really Barty Crouch Jr., had turned him into a ferret for pointing his wand at Potters back. What a traitor! That’s when he learned that death eaters were loyal to nobody except their selves. After that point he had started having serious doubts about the cause, and after Sedrick Diggory came back dead from the final task he knew it was no longer a game. He spent the rest of the summer contemplating his decisions and where he wanted to take a stand.

“I hear you were a very cute little ferret,” she purred. She leaned over the table that separated them and stroked his silky blond locks. “I wonder if you hair felt like this?” she whispered seductively.

Draco stood and walked around to her side of the table and leaned against it in front of her. He crossed his arms over her chest and looked down at her in his condescending manner. “I bet that if you open my trousers, you could find a soft ferret in there,” he purred.

Hermione burst out with laughter. “Draco! You have a one track mind!”

Not moving from his perch on the end of the table he asked, “Who started this, Mione?”

“I just wanted to feel your hair,” she argued.

He reached down and unfastened his pants. “Here then, feel my hair,” he whispered huskily pulling her hand to his semi-erect penis.

“Oh god’s, we don’t have time for this,” she groaned going down on her knees in front of him. “I have to finish that essay,” she complained taking him deep into her hot mouth.

Draco hissed in delight. “Then you better move fast, because I have a potions essay to finish as well,” he groaned.

She grinned evilly and then gently bit him on his head. “I’m in control here, Malfoy!” she told him.

“Oh yes you are,” he moaned, enjoying the sensation of her teeth scraping along his head.

She wrapped her hand along his shaft and used the stroking motion to help him along. Using her tongue, she licked him up one side and down the other side creating a film of moisture to help her hand slide along better. When he was completely wet she increased her speed and pressure on his cock as she continued to nibble and suck on his head. After only seconds she could feel the veins start to pulsate and knew he was close.

Using her other hand, she cupped his balls and gently squeezed for a second and then pushed her fingers lower towards his puckered hole. She rubbed it around the opening as she sucker harder on his cock.

“God’s, Mione!” he growled. “That feels incredible!”

She pulled her hand away and brought it to her mouth where she got it wet. She returned it to his pleasure spot and inserted a finger inside, all the while still stroking his cock with one hand and sucking his head with her luscious lips. Within seconds he groaned and she felt as his hot seed spurted deep into her mouth. She felt his fingers thread themselves through her wavy locks and he pulled her closer so that he could thrust deeply into her mouth.

She swallowed as his seed flowed into her warm mouth and she smiled at the spicy taste of him. This was one thing that she would never grow tired of. She loved the way he tasted and the way he responded when she had him in her mouth.

“You’ll be the death of me yet, witch,” he rasped leaning back towards the table. His heart was racing and he could barely catch his breath.

“Like that do you?” she asked with a grin.

“You know that I do,” he said pulling her up to him and kissing her wet lips. He could taste himself on her and liked it. “Shall I return the favor?” he asked huskily.

“Later, lover. I need to finish this. I haven’t been studying as much as I should, and I don’t want to get behind.”

Draco grinned. “When is that one due, February?”

Hermione blushed. “January, but with all the wedding plans and then the honeymoon I didn’t want to forget about it.”

He laughed. “Ok, bookworm, if you would rather study,” he said smiling.

She thought for a moment at the pleasures she knew he would bring to her body and sighed. She had to finish this paper, but January was a long way away.

“Perhaps we could finish this in the bedroom?”

“My mum just wanders around the room. She hands me gum wrappers but doesn’t talk.”

“I see,” Millie said. She wasn’t sure what to say. The only time she had ever been to St. Mungo’s was when someone was injured. She had never been in the magic maladies unit.

Neville squeezed her hand. “It will be fine,” he said.

The walked through a long corridor with white walls and white floors. There was no color anywhere to speak of and Millie found it dreary. Soon they stood outside of a room that had a plaque on the door that read, Frank and Alice Longbottom. “Here we are,” he said. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

His mum was standing in front of the window looking out into the dark street below. His father was lying in bed gently snoring. Neville smiled and approached his mother. “Hello, Mum,” he said softly.

Alice Longbottom turned at the sound of the familiar voice and smiled vacantly. She walked up to them and stood straight in front of Neville staring into his face. In her hand she held a gum wrapper. She handed it to him and he smiled. “Thanks, Mum.”

She continued to scrutinize his face as if she almost recognized him but couldn’t quite place him. “I’ve brought someone for you to meet, Mum.”

She turned and looked at the witch. She barely glanced at her and turned once again to stare at her son.

“Mum, this is Millie, my wife. We were married today,” he said with a smile.

His mother continued to stare into his eyes and finally she turned once again to look at the woman standing at his side. Sometimes when she stared at him like that he wondered what she was thinking. It was almost as if she could recognize him and wanted to speak to him, only he couldn’t.

Millie watched as Neville’s mother stared intently at her son and then turned to look at her. “Hello, Mrs. Longbottom,” she said softly. She would have rather been dressed more appropriately and had her hair combed before meeting his mother, but she supposed in the end it really didn’t matter.

Alice Longbottom stared for several minutes at the young witch who held her son’s hand. She wanted so badly to speak, but she couldn’t. She could think and she could feel, but she couldn’t speak. Sometimes she could remember the past. She caught glimpses of it every now and then. She knew that this young man was his son. He came to see her often, and he always called her mum. He was kind and courteous and she could see his love for her shinning in his eyes. She wished that she could speak to ask what had happened to her, but for some reason she could never find her voice.

His son’s bride had gentle eyes. She was by no means beautiful, but she suspected that if she smiled she would be attractive. She could tell that she was shy. Her son wasn’t all that outgoing either, so perhaps this would be a good match. Franks mother came to see him often and talked about what a hero Neville was. She always ignored her though. Alice longed to be able to question her and ask what her son had done to become a hero.

She reached down out of habit and twirled the ring on her finger. She knew that it was her betrothal ring because she had heard Frank’s mother say so. She had told Frank that Neville should have the ring for his bride but she wouldn’t take it from her to give it to him. She had said that Alice seemed to find comfort with it. She wondered if she did. She couldn’t remember anything about it. It was just there on her finger. Sometimes she spun it for something to do. It was always there and she liked the way the red stones sparkled. She supposed that if her husband put it on her finger then she must have liked it at one time.

She turned to look at the bed where her husband lay. He always stared vacantly at the walls and never moved or spoke. He had been like that forever. She had heard the doctor’s tell his mother that he would never come out of the vegetative state that he was in and the best they could hope for was that he would peacefully die in his sleep. They had said that eventually with therapy, she could learn to function again, but they didn’t know to what extent her brain was damaged.

Alice wondered if the brain damage was the reason she could not speak and she could not remember. She wondered what had caused the damage. She wondered why if the doctor’s said that she could improve with therapy Frank’s mother did not request therapy for her. Or, why didn’t her son request therapy for her. The nurses had spoke about how sad it was that her family did not do more to help her.

She turned and looked at her son. He was smiling softly at her. “I wish that you could have been at our wedding, Mum. Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Minister of Magic himself, married us,” he said proudly.

She wondered what was a Minister of Magic. The name Kingsley rang a distant bell, but as quickly as that thought arrived, it was gone. She paced from the window and back again. “The Ministry passed a new marriage law where everyone was required to marry within sixty days. There was an old magical test done to everyone to see if they had a perfect match. Harry Potter was matched with Pansy Parkinson,” he said smiling.

Potter, Potter? Where had she heard that name before? “I think that you met Harry in here once before. I am sure that I’ve talked about him. He was the savior of the Wizarding world and destroyed Voldemort.”

She stopped pacing and looked up. She had heard the name Voldemort and it brought a sense of fear to her. Why was she afraid of that name? “Hermione Granger got paired up with Draco Malfoy. He’s not really the slimy git that I used to think he was.”

Alice thought her head was going to explode. All these names sounded familiar and she couldn’t understand why. A vision of a white haired man appeared and then quickly disappeared so fast she wondered if she had seen it at all. She heard as he continued to talk but she had tuned him out. Her head was pounding and all of the sudden she wasn’t feeling so well. The names had brought it on.

She walked over to the chair in front of the window and sat down, closing her eyes. Perhaps if she just sat there for a moment everything would return to normal. She didn’t want the nurses to see her acting strangely or they would give her more of their vile potion. Every time that they forced her to drink it she would be in a haze for days.

Neville watched as his mum closed her eyes. He wondered if she had drifted off to sleep. His heart twinged, and he felt the usual sadness encase his soul. Every time he spent time with her he felt sorrow at all that he had missed out on. His father was dead as far as he was concerned, but he had always had hope for his mum. He had heard the doctor telling his grandmother that there was hope for her with therapy and the right potions and spells. His grandmother had refused stating that she would rather be with her husband the way she was than alone.

He wondered almost every day of his life if that was the case. Would she rather sit here alone with a vegetable than return to him? He walked over to his mother and gently kissed her cheek. “We’ll go now, Mum,” he whispered.

Her eyes flew open and she reached for his hand. She didn’t want him to leave.

Neville was startled. She had never reached for him before. He looked into her eyes and thought that he saw a sign of awareness. “Mum?” he asked softly.

She let go of his hand and reached down and pulled her ring from her finger. She knew that he was supposed to have it and so she offered it to him.

“Oh, Mum,” he whispered softly. “You don’t have to give me your ring,” he said. He was beyond shocked that she had done this. He had always been told that she was not aware of what was going on around her. To him, this proved that she did.

Alice continued to hold her hand out to him and finally he picked the ring up from her palm. He squeezed it tightly into his hand and felt a teardrop fall. “Thank you, Mum,” he whispered.