A Little Hope
Longbottom was lost... again. He hated the moving stairs and disappearing
hallways of Hogwarts. They always confused him. The hall he was currently in
was devoid of any portraits. He was disappointed. Asking a portrait was how he
usually got "un-lost". He began opening doors along the wall in
search of a portrait or a ghost who might be kind enough to help him on his
after room was empty or had old, dusty desks within. Finally, he opened a door
to find a large portrait standing on two clawed feet covered by sackcloth.
Moving in, he uncovered the gold-framed painting only to find a mirror.
looked at his tired and ragged reflection in disgust. He hated being lost. He
hated being alone. It was how he spent most of his time, lost and alone. Just
as he heaved a sigh of resignation, he noticed something happening in the
gasped as he saw images of his parents moving up behind him. They looked so
young and... alive. Spinning around on his heel, he noted he was completely
alone. Slowly, he turned back to see his father's hand lying on his shoulder
and a proud look on his face. If Neville thought hard enough, he could almost
feel his father's hand. His father was wearing a white oxford shirt with a
Gryffindor red tie and brown slacks. His dark brown hair was brushed neatly,
very unlike how Neville normally saw it. His complexion was tanned and his eyes
crystal blue, shimmering in the light.
mother looked so beautiful, completely different than she did during his visits
to St. Mungo's. She was wearing a white dress, her long black hair fell like
silk over her shoulders. Her smile was bright and her eyes sparkled with
mischeif, something he had never seen before. Normally she looked so sad and
her eyes were wild. He certainly liked this look much better. She held out a
closed hand towards him. Opening it, she revealed several gum wrappers all
folded into shapes of different animals.
smiled, "Oh Mum! So that's what you've been trying to do." He felt so
warm inside at finally being able to understand his mother.
woman in the glass smiled and nodded then leaned down to kiss the cheek of his
reflection. He face flushed and he swore he actually felt her kiss him. "I
miss you, Mum," he whispered, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
"And you too, Dad. Gran is great and all... I love her, but I really wish
you two were better."
sat on the floor, not even noticing that it wasn't dusty and dirty like every
other room on this hall. He watched his parents doing normal, every day things.
His mother washed dishes in the small kitchen of their home while his father
read the Daily Prophet. He sat in a chair very familiar to Neville. It
was a large, over-stuffed chair that was very comfortable. His Gran had kept it
and Neville loved to climb into it and sleep. Now he knew why. It was his
father's favorite chair. He watched his reflection go up to his father and sit
in his lap. Together, they read the Prophet. The whole scene looked like
that of a perfect family.
eyes drifted upwards to the frame of the mirror. It was elegantly carved and
painted gold. The feet that held it up looked like the claws of a bird of prey,
perhaps an eagle or a hawk. Words were etched into the gold.
stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
brow furrowed as he pondered what that might mean. He'd never seen a language
like it before. Figuring it was magical, he gave up and watched his family.
his stomach growled and he realized he'd been sitting before the mirror for the
better part of two hours and it was dinnertime. Sadly, he climbed to his feet
and dusted off his pants. "I'll come see you again," he told his
parents. "That is if I can find my way back here. But first, I have to get
out of here."
mirror images of Frank and Alice Longbottom smiled and walked to the door in
the mirror. Neville stood in stunned silence as he watched them walk from the
room to the Great Hall. They had just shown him how to get "un-lost".
one last good-bye, he made his way through the halls just as his parents had.
Soon, he found himself in front of the Great Hall. He smiled. "Thanks Mum
and Dad," he whispered before pushing open the large, heavy doors.
was smiling wistfully as he sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Hermione.
"Hullo," he said cheerfully.
Neville," she replied, returning his smile.
got you in such a good mood," Ron asked from across the table.
pulled several gum wrappers from his pocket and folded them into a swan. He
placed it on the table and looked at Ron, still smiling. "Just a little