STRANGER THAN YOUR SYMPATHY! [LB]

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"Oi! You're Neville Longbottom, You're the boy that lived!" A ginger haired Ron Wealsey appointed excitedly as Harry Potter sat at his side, not nearly as impressed - he was more wrapped up in the minature Snitch that flew between his fingers - he was going to make the Quidditch team just like his father. The Hogwarts Express was packed and that had been the only empty compartment left - the one that held the boy who lived. "D'you have, you know-" Ron began slowly and sheepishly as Neville shyly lifted up his hair - sure enough there was a flesh colored scare the exact shape as a lightning bolt...

• I won't hit on the next girl I see. •
• I won't hit on the next girl I see.•

It had all happened so fast – it had passed by and Harry wasn’t able to do anything, and just like Sirius, because of it, Dumbledore was now dead. Hogwarts was without It’s favorite and most beloved Head Master. The funeral had been one of the most dreadful things in a long time – the sad and tear stained faces lined the seats as the Great Albus Dumbledore was laid to rest. It seemed the students of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry was ending early, thus making the summer even longer. The students were ordered the pack their bags as the Train would be picking them up the day after his funeral. Things were supposed to go as planned.

•"Hiya, Harry" •
•”Lavender, you’re looking good today. “•

Hermione Granger was up in the girl’s dorm when things began to go off course. It was all fine – she was tearfully packing her bag to go home and reflecting the year in her mind. To most, she was rather out of it. Slowly she moved her winter cloak as something golden caught her eye. Hermione hadn’t a clue what it was… She didn’t have much gold… Her hands wrapped around the object as she pulled it out – a gasp flew from her lips. No.. She’d returned it back to the head master himself, Dumbledore had taken it straight from her hands, she remembered. Baffled and still beyond upset – Hermione headed over to the boy’s dorms to see Harry and Ron.

• I REALLY won't hit on the next girl I see. •
• I REALLY won't hit on the next girl I see.•

“Hermione, can’t you see! He knew this was going to happen or something… He knew we’d have to fix it, just like before with Sirius!” Harry stated frustrated that she hadn’t agreed off the hop. “No – Harry, we –“
“What if we can save Sirius this time, AND Dumbledore!?” The expression on Ron’s face held complete and sheer confusion , “What the bloody hell are you on about?” A look from Harry quickly shut him up as his eyes turned back to Hermione. She was convinced.

• “Potter! What are you doing?”. •
• “Erm, you’re looking lovely Professor McGonagall….•

“Luna, that’s brilliant!” Neville said in a hushed tone admiring the coin in his hand. The Trio were pressed up against the wall only feet away from them, each of their hands clapped over the others mouths. Both Hermione and Harry’s over Ron’s. Merlin, they were getting too big for the cloak. Neville pocketed the coin and looked into the corridor, in only a matter of moments the two were gone whispering about something else. “No.. This can’t be right.” Hermione said, her face as pale as a ghost. “Hermione, what’s wrong?”

“D-d-idn’t you see? Neville has your scar….”

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James and Lily Potter never died that night – instead, Neville’s parents were the ones that suffered the killing curse from the Dark lord himself. Harry had instead been raised up in his incredibly loving family, with the help of the egotistical Sirius Black. Many things had changed that night – many that completely altered history. When the Trio had used the time turner, they’d done something wrong – something that completely messed it all up. But what? Merlin only knows.

Come join us for what hopes to be an incredibly interesting role play, that allows absolutely everyone to use their wildest imaginations and create the best characters (And expand upon canons into your own creation.) We’ve all lived through the fabulous novels, but now that they’re sadly finished – we need to make our own stories, and really – what better way then altering the original so hugely?