Neville’s Seventh Year Pt. 2

Nearly three years ago, Elina T. (a former contributer to this blog) and I were collaborating on a fanfiction that centered around Neville’s last year at Hogwarts. Our initial brainstorm for this story left us with a skeletal outline and great excitement at the prospect of writing. However, we never quite finished the story. Nevertheless, we do still have some material that I would like to share.

In a post on this blog titled “Neville’s Seventh Year Pt. 1,” Elina T. shared the first portion of our first chapter. In this post, I will share the next section (therefore, it may make more sense to read Elina’s post first :)).

I also wanted to note that we made some changes to the story, and that this contains spoilers for those who have not read the Harry Potter series.

As a disclaimer, both Elina T. and I absolutely love J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and in no way wish for it to be written any differently than it was. This was just a fun, exploratory project that we enjoyed–and we hope you do, too.

Ginny eyed the little plant that Neville had cupped in his hands. 

“Isn’t that poisonous?” She asked, gesturing toward the plant with her chin and scooting a bit away from it. 

“It’ll only harm you if you provoke it.” Neville replied, fondly stroking the very venomous-looking vines. “I’ve been wanting to show it to Harry the whole summer! I was thinking we could use it on Snape …”

“Neville–,” Ginny began. 

“Hello.” Neville and Ginny looked up to see Luna standing in the doorway, the latest edition of The Quibbler in her arms. 

“Oh, hey Luna!” they chorused. 

She wore a sky blue button-up blouse, a long paisley skirt, and an eccentric-looking oversized headband which boasted miniature models of a strange animal Neville had never seen before. 

Luna took the seat opposite Ginny next to Neville and set The Quibbler on the seat beside her. 

“Is that a Snargaluff?” She asked, leaning forward to examine Neville’s plant. 

‘Er, no. It’s Venomous Tentacula.” Neville replied.

“Hey, Luna, what’s that on your headband?” Ginny asked curiously, surveying the little animals, one of which Neville could have sworn he’d seen yawn out of the corner of his eye. 

“Blibbering Humdingers!” Luna said enthusiastically. “Daddy gave this to me before I left. They glow when they sense danger.” 

Ginny nodded comprehensively. 

Neville’s eyes shifted to the corridor, where he saw a group of Slytherins pass, Crabbe and Goyle among them. They seemed lost without their leader, as if Malfoy, who was now absent, had given meaning to their lives.

Neville glanced back at his friends. Ginny had noticed the Slytherins as well and was glaring at them. Neville wondered if she thought that if she stared fiercely enough, she would bore holes into them. 

Ginny shook her head, as if trying to rid the Slytherins from her mind, and turned back towards the other two. 

“I still can’t believe Snape is going to be Headmaster,” She said shrilly. “How could this have happened?” 

Neville nodded his agreement. He wasn’t quite sure of all the details, but after Dumbledore’s death at the end of last year, Voldemort and his Death Eaters had begun to establish power in the Wizarding World. Voldemort had control over Hogwarts but, though it was hard to be certain, as far as Neville knew, the Ministry was still intact. 

And what of the prophecy he and Harry had heard at the Ministry in their fifth year? “Either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ….” This must mean that Harry must be the one to vanquish Lord Voldemort; he must be the only one with the power to do so. Neville frowned as he thought of the next line: “The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ….” It had been nagging at him since that night at the Ministry. “… as the seventh month dies …” Neville had been born during that time …. Could it be possible that he may have been in Harry’s place?

A war was brewing, Neville was certain of it. It was as inevitable as him losing track of Trevor again.

-Mia T.


This is the story of CT-7567, also known as Captain Rex who was introduced to the Star Wars universe in the animated series, The Clone Wars. Monthly installments will be released. Hope you enjoy.                                                                                                   _____________________________________________________________________

CT-7567 was having a great dream before the datapad next to his bed woke him up. It flashed red and blared,

“CT-7567, prepare yourself for morning Physical Training.”

The young cadet rubbed his eyes, jumped out of bed, and shook his bunkmate awake.

“Come on, 2224! We’ve gotta go!”

CT-2224 slowly and methodically rolled off his bunk and dressed himself. Once 2224 was ready, the two clone youths jogged over to the training area. Their instructor, Bani, waited for them. The Duros was irritated.

“You’re late again! How many times do I have to tell you?”

He made the two clones run laps until they were sweaty and miserable. Cody, or CT-2224, grumbled under his breath as they stepped into the sonic refreshers. Rex, who was designated CT-7567, was equally displeased. He knew they had gotten there on time. The eternally irate Duros always found something wrong.

Their next assignment was their favorite: Battle training! As they hefted their mock blasters and blew holographic droids into oblivion, they joked and laughed. Battle training never failed to cheer them up. Rex especially loved using special tactics to destroy the fake droids, who always used the exact same formation and strategy. He had just attacked a huge wave when something hit him in the shoulder. He stumbled forward and whipped around. It was CT-6453. What a jerk. Rex always saw him around, bullying cadets and bothering teachers.

“Eat bantha dung, 43.”

Rex waved him off. Little did he know how important 6453 would turn out to be.

The last assignment of the day was worse than PT: Galactic history. Their teacher was a hardworking taskmaster. The Kaminoan, Lima Bri, gave them tons of work and papers, and she never graded easily. Rex was feeling good about a report he had written about the moons of Io, but when he got it back Bri had given him only 75%. Cody was disappointed as well. His paper had received a 73%. They left class and headed back to the barracks to grab some sleep.

-Joshua M.

A Different Ending To Veronica Roth’s Novel, Allegiant

*Warning! This post contains spoilers. If you have not read the end of Allegiant, you might not want to read on*

So, I was really disappointed when I read the end of Allegiant. I’m sure a lot of people were. I was almost in tears, and I threw the book across the room. (Never harm a book like that.) I don’t blame Veronica Roth for the ending, because I do think the Divergant series is well written. Instead of hating Roth forever, I decided to write a different ending. I’m not going to change every single chapter. Whatever page numbers I skip, it means that I’m keeping that part of the book the same. With all of what has happened to Tris, I don’t think she deserves to die. (Personally, I wished Peter would have died instead. He’s a total brat.) Anyway, this story isn’t about Peter. This is Tris’s story, with the ending she deserves.

I start on page 455, where Tris is taking the backpack away from Caleb.

Tris pg. 455-458, 467-476

Caleb bent down to whisper in my ear. “Tris, I’m going to have to go, or this will all be for nothing.”

“What, no! I can come a little bit farther with you,” I whispered back.

“Tris. Please don’t make this harder than it is. Distract them.” With that, Caleb turned on his heel and sprinted down the hall.

I can’t be breaking down and crying now. Instead, I point my gun at one of the guards and I pull the trigger. He goes down, clutching his shoulder in pain, but only one goes down to help him. The rest approach me, with their guns taken off safety mode.

I brace myself to fight them fist to fist, but they just push me aside. I get knocked to the ground, and the last guard crushes my left hand.

I’m sorry, Caleb, I think, as I struggle to breathe.

I feel the small bomb go off. When I hit the ground, a searing pain goes up my spine. My eyes are starting to lose focus, but right before they close I can see Matthew and Cara towering over me, their expressions worried.

Tobias 489-492

I rounded the corner, and breathed a sigh of relief. Tris had an arm around Cara, her face wet with tears and blood, and her other hand clutching an ice pack to her side. Her facelit up when she saw me. I ran to her, and hugged her gently so Tris wouldn’t be in pain.

“Is Caleb with you?” Tris asked quietly. “I know that the city has been reset, but he’s got to be alive! I-“

I put a finger to her lips. But before I could speak, she moved my hand away.

“Don’t try to silence me!” He’s my brother, and I should have gone in his place,” Tris said, and then broke down crying.

“Tris?” Cara interrupted. “Caleb… well, he didn’t make it. I was supposed to bring you back, and Matthew was supposed to retrieve Caleb’s body if he didn’t make it.”

This made Tris cry even harder. I shot Cara a dirty look as I led Tris to sit down. I hugged her and let her cry into my shirt. Minutes, hours, or days could have passed, but it didn’t matter to me.

Days pass, as I try to cope with the grief. Sometimes I train, and sometimes I just sit there. Christina won’t hand around with me anymore. She told me, to my face, that she understands that I need a friend right now. Instead, she drifts away, not understanding how I can let my own brother die, almost in front of me. I don’t understand either.

Cara’s been trying to help Peter, which I don’t know why. He’s just going to turn into that brat again, so why bother?

Uriah is getting unplugged today. I walk silently, hand in hand with Tobias. Evelyn, Zeke, and Hana are there, but I don’t notice them. I can only focus on Uriah, my best friend. When the doctor starts flipping switches, I turn around. I don’t want to see another person I love die right before my eyes.

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We have to be brave in this world. Sometimes being brave can mean being selfless. Even though one choice can destroy a brother, another choice can avenge him. Between Tobias and I, we’ll avenge Uriah and Caleb’s lives. They will never be forgotten.

Epilogue 2 ½ years later

I had to keep a record of what really happened. The people of Chicago deserve to know, if they didn’t know already.

I’m training George’s police force, while Tobias is being an assistant to a politician.

Tobias and I have a child, a beautiful baby boy. He’s about a year and a half years old, and is trying to chase his father on his short, chubby legs. I laugh as I write this, but also think of the memories. His name is Uriah Prior Eaton. His first name named after the first Uriah, and Prior for my brother. May they rest in peace. His last name is Eaton because Four thinks that his last name doesn’t remind him of Marcus anymore.

I’ve gotten over the fact that Caleb has passed away, but I haven’t forgotten him. Life damages everyone, but we can heal.

-Rebecca V. 8th grade