Neville Longbottom has just finished school forever and he comes home to find something terrible...
"Your grandmothers dead."
The three words Neville dreaded hearing the most and now they were true.
"W-What?" He couldn't believe it.
He had got back from his last term ever at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when he noticed his gran's front door was open. He ran to the small cottage and pulled out his wand, if someone was in there, he would kill them. After killing Nagini, Voldemort's snake, Neville had had a new outlook on life. People actually noticed him for something good.
"Shes dead. I'm sorry."
He had found his gran lying in the middle of the floor, surrounded by clutter of old magazines and rubbish. He knelt beside her as tears fell down his cheeks. Who would do this to her? He thought to himself. A voice said from the shadows: "What're you doing here?" Neville looked up to see a man in a long black cloak, a death eater, probably the last one. Neville didn't recognize his face, it was scarred and burnt.
"I live here! What have you done?" Neville blinked away his tears.
"I was looking for money." He said bluntly, pulling out his wand.
"Avadra kada-" He cast his wand at Neville. But Neville was too quick and struck a counter-curse at the man, causing him to jolt backwards and get knocked out.
Neville quickly called the police and an ambulance. But by the time they got there, it was too late.
"Well done for catching the theif though..." The policeman was trying to comfort Neville.
"I don't care about that." He stared into space. He would never see his grans face again, smiling as she congratulated Neville or frowning as she ranted about the news.
"Don't worry, son. Now, where are your parents?" The policeman pulled out a black notebook.
"Dead." Neville looked him in the eyes.
"Can you come with us? We'll find you somewhere." He put his hand on Nevilles back.
"No." Neville ran, and ran and ran and ran.