Harry Potter And The Other Boy Who Lived

"Neville, get out of there now! Neville, I've already told you, boys don't cry! Stop being weak and come stay with your parents."

My God, Who the f.u.c.k is yelling like crazy? What a shrill voice! Jesus! I try to open my eyes, but they are hurting a lot. Actually, my whole head hurts like crazy. It's the biggest migraine I've ever felt.

What is going on? I raise my head and start to look around. I'm sitting in a toilet, inside a bathroom cabin. The strange thing is that I'm still with my pants on but my sweeter is a little wet. Looks like I was crying. This probably explains the pain in my eyes and the headache.

The Triquetra is still in my hands, I put it in my pocket. I leave the bathroom stall and start to clean my face. I really transmigrated. By the screams, I really must be in the body of Neville Longbottom. The first thing I do, as any man would imagine is to look to my weewee*¹. Whoa, thanks God, it is there and looks good to me. I keep washing my face until I can see myself better.

I'm a child, I think I must be between six and ten years old. It looks like I went back in time before Neville got into Hogwarts. That's nice. I will be able to understand this world better before I have to interact with other people. Through the books, Neville seems to be an isolated kid and should only have contact with his grandmother or some relatives. I'll try to remain quiet for a while.

I'm really a short, round-faced boy. I'm a little overweight too. I suppose I lose weight and tune my face when I grow old.

"Neviiiiille! Get out now! Stop embarrassing our familly crying like a baby!

Damn it! What vocal chords are these? She does not even breathe between the shouts. Better leave now.

"Finally you showed up! Look at me, let me see your face! Were you whining again, Neville?"

What a stern face! I am not surprised that Neville is shy, with that voice and face, poor of whoever is against this woman! I choose to just shake my head. I do not think I should say anything, besides, there are already some people looking towards us.

We're in a corner of a very beautiful tearoom, next to it there is small store with a signpost saying 'HOSPITAL SHOP'. My new grandmother stops looking at me, turn around and starts to walk.

She looks like a typical british old lady. She has short hair, a thin face and is dressed in a very pompous manner but it carries with it an aura of elegance. Even her hat is elegant, despite being extremely peculiar. I guess the problem lies in my taste of fashion. We passed by some other people dressed weirdly, problably wizards. We went downstairs. Now, I begin to see some people in a lime-green robe with a emblem of a wand and a bone crossed, if I'm not mistaken, they are the Healers or Mediwizards. It means I'm in the St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. We are probably visiting Neville's parents.

We arrived on stairs. It is full of photos of some famous Healers, I guess. We went down one floor and see a double door that marks the start of a corridor signposted SPELL DAMAGE. My grandmother knocks the door with his wand and says "It's me. I found Neville in the bathroom crying like a baby."

The door opens and we see a motherly-looking Healer wearing a tinsel wreath in her hair. She looks at us affectionately and says "What happened Neville? Where did you go? Your mother seems to be looking for you. She wants to give you a wrapper again."

At this moment, I remembered an interview where J. K. Rowling stated the significance of the candy wrappers. She said Neville usually brings sweets to his mother because his grandmother once told him that his mother was a sweets lover. It turns out that even without being able to remember her child. She can still recognizes him, as the boy who brings her sweets. And that is the point of connection between them. It symbolizes their bond. Neville gives his mother what she wants, and she wants to give something back to him, but what she gives back to him is essentially worthless, a piece of wrapper. But he still takes it as worth something because she's trying to give him something, so it does means a lot to him, It is a gift from his mother. It is worth more than a treasure.

That reminds me of my own parents. Do they also share the same soul? If so, what did they do to deserve the fate of becoming mere shells in a body? It is at this moment that I realize that I really am or was Neville Longbottom at some point in space-time.

I can not hold back my tears. It's the second time Neville Longbottom cries today. But this time it's not just tears of sadness, but resolve. The resolve to help my new world and embrace my destiny as Neville Longbottom. I'm no longer only Arthur Smith, I'm also Neville Longbottom.

I clench my hands and swear to seek to make myself strong enough to help my parents, in both worlds. I notice my grandmother looking at me. I do not know why but this time she does not order me to stop crying. Instead she just ordered me to take the sweets wrappers with an an affirmative look.

After a while we depart. We leave the St Mungo's Hospital and I see the Muggle world for the first time. There is a sunset. The environment around me looks like a vintage movie set. It is no wonder that, apart the Wizard world stuff, this world really looks like a copy of my own. The language, the clothes, the format of the stores, they all look like the England from the early 90's. Is the course of history here exactly the same as my world? If so, I remember the name of some big companies and the major sports results related to football. I'll get rich, at least, I should not have money problems in this life.

While I am celebrating internally, a group of boys of about 16.17 years are coming our way with a football ball in hand. When they're close enough, I can not stop listening. "This year the World Cup is ours. Cup in Europe, the champion will be European for sure. My father already bought the tickets to June of the next year, in Netherlands." said the boy with the ball in hand. "Is it really possible to buy tickets now? We are still in November." asked the younger of the group. "Hey, do you think I'm lying? The 1990 World Cup will be the best cup ever and I, for sure, will be there!"

Tsk! There goes my dream of infinite wealth. The world structure seems to be the same, but evidently the story is not exactly the same. Probably the famous companies like Microsoft, Apple will have different names or are not even going to be the market leaders.

Anyway, it is too soon to draw conclusions. It is such a shame there is still no smartphones or computers with fast internet. Gathering data from the Muggle world will be very laborious this way. It is always hard work to become rich.

My grandmother finally decides to use apparition and we arrive at our house. As a wizard belonging to the Sacred Twenty-Eight families, my house doesn't resemble a castle or a noble house at all. Even though, just like every wizard house, when I get in I can see it is way larger than it looks on the outside.

My grandmother vanished the moment she went up the stairs. So, where the f.u.c.kin my room is? Here, it is a living room. Here, a dining room. Here, nah, this is not my room. Here is locked. Damn, these portraits are a pain in the a.s.s. They keep staring at me, as if they were judging me. Very uncomfortable. Finally, a small bed. Small clothes in the closet. It's definitely here.

Oh, the bed is good. I'm tired. Crying really depletes mental energies. I want to test spells, but I have no idea where I start. By the boys talk, if the fifa world cup dates are still the same, I'm in November of 1985 ou 1989. From my appearance, I must be in 1989. I am 9 years old and it's about a year and a half before I get into Hogwarts. I have a lot to do before that...