moony's daughter | a neville longbottom fanfiction


The rest of transfiguration class had gone by rather quickly. Eloise had finished her work before most others except for Hermione and turned in the paper, leaving her to figure out what to do for the rest of the time they all had left. She decided to pull out a small, empty sheet of parchment and started doodling on it. She drew multiple flowers and plants, rather detailed ones at that. The girl had always been rather good at drawing, Eloise considered it one of her talents. Remus had praised her art, placing many of her drawings in frames and hanging them on the walls.

Neville's eyes widened as he glanced down at Eloise's paper. Eloise smiled as she felt Neville stare at her. "You're really good at that!" The boy exclaimed quietly, smiling at Eloise when she looked up from the drawings. "Thanks, I've always been quite good at it," Eloise responded glancing at the drawings she had created.

A loud bell from the clock tower rang, signaling the end of class. "Before you go anywhere," Professor McGonagall announced to the students who stood up to collect their things. " I would like you all to read over chapters one through three in A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration as we will be reviewing the contents of those chapters on Wednesday." Eloise set her bookbag across her shoulder, putting her transfiguration books back inside of it.

"Well then," Eloise said as Dean and Seamus walked over to where she and Neville were standing. "off to Potions, does anybody know how to get there?" "I dunno," Seamus began. "I say we just follow the crowd until we get there." Eloise nodded in agreement as she made her way towards the hallway, the boys trailing behind her.


"It's a bit scary down here," Neville said, walking beside Eloise. The potions classroom took place near the dungeons, dark hallways nearly everywhere the students turned, only lit by small torches hung off the walls. "Yeah, I'm sure it'll be alright though, I don't think anything bad would happen while we're down here though. Dad says Hogwarts is one of the safest places we could be." Eloise pointed out, trying to de-stress the boy walking beside her. Neville gave her a nervous smile as the foursome made their way into the potions classroom. There were tables sat in each corner of the room, students sat on stools, hunched over their books as they chatted enthusiastically. Small cauldrons sat in front of the students, bubbling slightly. Dean, Seamus, Neville, and Eloise made their way over to an empty table, setting their books in front of themselves. Eloise and Neville took seats next to each other while Seamus and Dean sat across from them.

"Where's the professor you suppose?" Dean asked the three other students. Eloise looked around the classroom, she hadn't noticed the teacher was nowhere to be seen. Seamus shrugged as he started playing with his wand on the table. "You really should be careful with that you know," said Eloise, looking intently at the boy. "You wouldn't wanna accidentally break it or something." "Oh calm down Lupin, I'm sure it'll be fine," Seamus responded, trying to act tough though, Eloise saw him set the wand down carefully in his pocket. She smirked at the boy as the classroom door slammed open.

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class," A man with a rather large hooked nose and long greasy black hair stood in front of the classroom, crossing his arms in front of himself. Eloise didn't like the aura the man gave off, it was quite negative and made her feel like something was off. "As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making however, for those select few who possess the predisposition."

Now that Eloise had heard what the professor had said, she wanted to do incredibly well in potions, just to prove the man wrong.

"I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death." Eloise turned to look at Neville who looked struck with fear. " Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention." The professor stared daggers at Harry who was seemingly writing down notes in his notebook. Eloise cocked her eyebrows at the professor's words, really not liking his energy now.

"Mr. Potter, our new celebrity." The professor droned out. "Tell me what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Hermione shot her hand up. Eloise was confused as to why their professor would ask Harry such a question as it was only their first day.

Harry looked at Hermione before shaking his head.

"You don't know? Well, let's try again, where Mr. Potter would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" Once again, Hermione's hand shot up in the air, waving it frantically. Eloise rolled her eyes a bit, though she valued Hermione's smarts she thought it was a bit obnoxious that she was always right and constantly corrected someone for saying the wrong thing.

"I don't know sir," Harry said in a quiet tone. "And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfbane?" The professor asked in a demanding tone again. "I don't know sir,"

"Pity, clearly fame isn't everything, is it Mr. Potter?"

Eloise's face turned a light shade of red, she hated that their professor would be so rude to Harry and she thought that he had no reason to be bullying one of his students.

"Clearly Hermione knows since a pity not to ask her," Harry clapped back. Eloise smirked a bit before quickly covering it up with her hand. Some of the other students giggled to each other.

"Silence," The professor announced, quieting the classroom back down. Harry and their professor seemed to have a small staring contest before walking quickly over to where Harry and Hermione sat.

"Put a hand down you silly girl," He said, pulling up a stool and sitting down on it. " For your information Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the draught of the living dead, a bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons, as for monkshood and wolfbane they are the same plant which also goes by the name of aconite." The professor rambled on, staring at Harry. Eloise knew the answer to the wolfsbane question as she had seen her father making a wolfsbane potion many times so he wouldn't turn into his werewolf form on full moons. Her father being a werewolf didn't scare her very much as she had never seen her father transform.

" Well, why aren't you all copying this down," The professor said loudly. Everyone scrambled to get their notebooks open and quickly scribbling down what the professor had just told Harry. Eloise quickly wrote down her notes as their professor made his way back to the front of the classroom.

"Gryffindor's note that five points will be taken from your house for your classmate's cheek." Eloise frowned as did many of the other Gryffindor students.


"He's scary," Neville whispered to Eloise as everyone walked out of the classroom. She nodded in agreement. "How could he be so rude? And on the first day as well! Harry didn't even do anything!" Eloise exclaimed, careful to lower her voice as they made their way back up the staircase. It was time for lunch and study time so most students were also making their way to the great hall. "Terrifying that man is," Dean piped up from behind Neville and Eloise. "What's with the stick up his arse?" Seamus asked, making the four students giggle as they walked into the great hall, taking their seats at the Gryffindor table.

"I'm starving," Eloise exclaimed, setting her books on the table and sitting next to Fred Weasley, Ron's older brother. "Tell me about it," Fred added, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket that sat in front of the students. "What's your name?" Fred asked while taking a bite of the apple. "Eloise Lupin," The girl responded, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you, Eloise, I'm Fred and that's George." He said pointing to the boy in front of him who looked identical to Fred. George smiled and nodded at Eloise before flipping through a textbook.

Neville had taken a seat beside her as he did in their other classes and Dean sat next to Seamus across from them, per usual. Neville had opened their Transfiguration book and started writing down notes from it, Dean did the same.

"Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water into rum," Seamus said, repeatedly pointing his wand at his water goblet. "C'mon Seamus, you know that won't work," Eloise remarked. "Oh shut it Lupin, I know I can do it," Seamus commented. Eloise rolled her eyes and grabbed a few grapes from the fruit basket while opening up her notebook.

"Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water into rum," "Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water into rum!" Seamus exclaimed louder. "Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water into rum-" A loud bang sounded diagonally from Eloise and Neville, making many students turn to look at what happened. Instead of Seamus' spell working, it had blown up in his face, literally.

Eloise along with the rest of the Gryffindor table laughed at Seamus, Neville only giggling slightly, trying not to offend Seamus. Suddenly, the squawks of owls filled the great hall, many flying around and dropping packages and letters. Eloise's eyes followed the birds around the room, watching as they glided gracefully among the air. Eloise watched one owl drop a small package into Neville's hands. "Whatcha got there?" Eloise questioned as the boy unwrapped the package.

A small box held a little glass ball. Neville held it up in front of his face questioningly as Eloise looked at it. It didn't hold anything, it was just empty.

"Hey look, Neville's got a remembral!" Dean exclaimed. "I've read about those," Eloise heard Hermione say. "When the smoke turns red, that means you've forgotten something," Eloise looked at the remembral as a puff of red smoke expanded inside of it.

"The only problem is, I can't remember what I've forgotten."

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