There's More To Life If We Live It (A Neville Longbottom Love Story)

Alexandria Finnish is a young quiet girl who keeps to herself for many reasons- though one in particular. Her parents. Her only goal in life was to become like everyone else- but of course that is a lost attempt. She wonders if she can do anything right. Shes failing school, so it appears not. But then she meets Neville. And everything she is could be changed.
By Samantha Bellamy

Chapter 1

I didn't fit in with these people.

"Alexandria Finnish, I have had enough of this," McGonagall's voice echoed around her office with cross authority. My face remained composed, perfecting the point of utter blankness.

"You need to get your act together and pass this grade, young woman! It has been almost unheard of to fail your Third Year, and by a Gryffindor at that! I am astounded at what behaviour has gotten into you, Finnish, but it needs to stop."

I exhaled breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

"I will do my best, Professor," I said in my usual monotone voice. A sentence which I had said a thousand times to numourus professors of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Very well. I am holding you to your word. You are excused, Miss Finnish," McGonagall said, solemn in her voice.

But why was she so intent on convincing me to (as she phrases it) get my act together?

"Yes, Professor," I replied, standing up and leaving the gray-coloured office.

As I clambered up the staircase, I became lost in thought. I often thought about the most peculiar comcepts. Take toothbrushes for example. How did they come to be the shape and size they are? How come only ones made for babies' mouths fit on your finger. How come inventors havn't come up with a machine to brush your teeth for you?

"Password, please."

I jumped at the sound of the Fat Lady, momentarily frightened at the breaking of silence.

"Godric Gryffindor," I muttered, and the portrait opened as I entered the Gryffindor Common Room.

It was now eight thirty, and many Gryffindor's were clustered up into groups. Most payed no attention to me, didn't even know my name. But I, of course, knew theirs.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron were whispering about serious matters by the fireplace.

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were in the arm chairs, talking about the pranks they had pulled previously to now.

Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil were gossiping intently.

Ginny Weasley was approaching Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

I didn't fit in with these people.

So, as I usually did, I sat in the rickety wooden chair I claimed as my own and reached into my robes, where I kept a book handy at all times.

Though, at this particular moment, there was no book.

I reached even farther, looking up and discovering I was getting odd looks from Fred, George, and Lee. Ignoring them, I sighed and layed back against the chair, removing my hand from the robes.

My favourite book had been there, a book that was not, in fact, having anything to do about wizardry.

Rare to find at Hogwarts. They didn't stalk non magical books in the Library, I had been deeply to disheartened to learn that in my first year.

It was titled 'The Truth About Forever' by Sarah Dessen. It is about a teen who strives to be perfect in everyway, but then learns that there are more important things in life than doing everything right. I, of course, had always known that.

Since I obviously wouldn't get any more reading done, I progressed to the dormitory and got into my night wear.

I then sat on my bed and looked at the owl at my nightside table. It was an Eagle Owl. Sometimes referred to the largest type of owl there is.

Her name was Oranssi.

My parents had named her after her orange eyes, it meant orange in Finnish, which happened to be our family name.

Yes, I was a pureblood. But it did not, obviously, distinguish me from everyone else.

I decided to write a letter. A letter to who I was put in the care of.

Narcissa Malfoy.

Yes, the Malfoy's were rather cruel Slytherins. I had spent a fair amount of time with them, and I was at least content they had treated me fairly.

Though Draco Malfoy tended to bother me. I ignored him with ease, though. I had grown use to his sneers and snipes.

I found a peice of parchment and grabbed my feathered quil.

Dear Narcissa Malfoy,
Hogwarts has been treating me rather fairly, I guess. How are you? School ends in less than a month, and Draco and I will be back. You'll probably want to enjoy the quiet at the manor while you can. What have you been doing to pass time? How has the weather been in Wiltshire? I do hope it will be nicer this year, though it never is.
Alexandria Finnish

I quickly attached the letter to Oranssi, and sent it off into the night.

I vagely hoped Lucius would not be around for the letter's arrival, he had taken a dislike to my owl. It was no secret he was a death eater, who knows what he could do while Draco and I were here at Hogwarts.

It was then I settled into bed comfortably, and fell into a dreamless sleep.

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