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*BOOM*
Every student looked towards the sound, a select few checking their own cauldrons.
Snape was instantly headed towards the unlucky student. Neville Longbottom.
“GET OUT OF MY CLASS!” Snape shouted darkly as thick smoke billowed from the smouldering cauldron.
Neville didn't need to be told twice. He noticed that Harry looked at him and gave him a small smile before turning back to his own potion. He could still hear some of his other classmates snickering.
If Snape wanted him out he wouldn't deny the order. Neville knew that he was dreadful at potions but he just couldn’t get it to work. He knew all about their plants and their properties which should help him but he was sure that if the slytherin’s kept sabotaging his potions then he was never going to get a decent potion until after graduation.
Sweeping a hand through his dark hair, he traveled to the seventh floor, opposite a tapestry showing Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls to dance the ballet. He’d heard about it from the house elves in the kitchen and it became a place free of bullies where he could be alone.
He usually requested a greenhouse of sorts. The plants are always calming him down. Today was no different, he sat down on the ground taking in the fresh air. Feeling the grass between his fingers and meditating in the feeling of serenity in the place.
After a while he began thinking about rare or lost potions and where to find texts that could maybe explain things in a different way. Maybe he just doesn't have a good grasp on the instructions.
When he thought about rare potions though, the room shifted and it became like a store room for the lost and valuable potions.
Neville would never want to disturb them because he doesn’t know what all effects they have. But he spots an old looking book and he figures it must be a potions book.
He reaches for the text but it is just shy of his reach. He tests the bottom shelf with his foot before climbing to retrieve the book.
As he grabs the book, part of his robes snag harshly on the shelf yanking him down and in an impressively chaotic motion of clumsiness Neville falls and ends up knocking the whole shelf over, and knocking himself unconscious in the process.
Bottles around him fell to the floor shattering and soaking the floor in various potions. Neville laid motionless bleeding profusely from a head wound, his blood mixed in with the varied and possibly dangerous conglomeration of potions. Soaking into his clothes and absorbing into his skin, he wasn't even conscious to prevent any of the potions from reacting or banishing them.
Today was the day that his luck would turn. For good or bad, well a lot of blessings come in disguise.
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Harry Potter was looking everywhere searching the castle for Neville again. It was after curfew when he didn't come back. Using the map to avoid teachers in the corridors with the help of his invisibility cloak.
He could be in danger and he wasn’t even showing up on the map. Harry knew that his shy friend had been struggling with potions and it bothered him more than he let on because of how good he is with herbology.
Harry searched everywhere asking even ghosts and portraits. He was starting to think something horrible had happened to his friend.
He was getting more and more worried each day that Neville didn’t show up, he even devoted himself to keeping track of and taking care of Trevor, his toad.
When Harry was about to send a letter to Neville’s Gran reluctantly, he ran into Neville, or at least that’s who he thought it was him, he seemed to have gone through some changes. The first was the energy around him he seemed to have power rolling off of him.
His hair seemed softer and more fluffy looking and his face aside from a cut on his temple he looked incredibly handsome. Harry wondered how he hadn’t noticed, the shy boy was so good looking. He knew that he was smart, kind and fiercely loyal but the Neville he was seeing now was just simply… attractive.
He was out of it but Harry was mostly happy that he was okay-ish. He noticed that Neville seemed to have this irresistible energy about him. Harry just ignored his own flustered concoction of feelings in effort to bring Neville to the hospital wing.
He was pushed outside of the curtain but he didn't mind he still got to wait and possibly visit Neville after he was treated.
He anxiously tapped and twitched as he waited for the news that Neville's been cleared. When Harry saw the blood on Neville’s head he almost lost it, he had never wanted to protect somebody more.
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About thirty minutes earlier Neville was groaning in pain as he woke, he was confused by what all was going on because the last thing he remembered was going to the Come and Go Room.
He looked around and saw various house elves around him giving him some food and the room had provided him with a bed and he thought he was seeing things. He slowly remembered the shelf falling and knocking him to the ground.
Neville looked down at his body and found very obvious changes to his body. He had tried to lose the baby fat on his body for a while but now, where his slightly chubby stomach was, had been replaced with a flat and muscled set of abs, like he had spent years working on his body.
He decides that he is going to ignore that and focus on the dizzy feeling clouding his mind. As much as he appreciated the Room he needed real medical help.
Neville manages to get out of bed and leave the room. He spells his robes clean and starts on his way to see the healer. On his way he runs into Harry, he seems really worried about something but at least he helps by escorting him to see the healer.
Madam Pomfrey fussed over him for a while before declaring him healthy after a quick scan. Only giving him a pepper up because he seemed tired. She seemed more hands on than usual and even gave him candy. He just brushes it off as her being overworked and underappreciated. He opens the curtain and walks back to the tower with Harry.
Unknowingly, causing a stir amongst the students about his new appearance.
People began talking about his new look and soon the whole school was gushing about Neville Longbottom. Those that saw him were blushing madly and describing him to their friends.