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A Second Chance to Give	By : MysticWitchRini Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2388 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters in it. I get no money from writing this fanfic or any other. The only person that gets paid for it is J.K. Rowling.

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- 1-A Second Chance to Give
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Hey this is the second part of my writing campaign. A pairing most people don't think of including yours truely. Neville/Pansy!

If i think a story has the ability to continue i will continue writing it. If i don't then it will be either short or a one shot.

I really hope for reviews to know i'm doing a good job.

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A long hallway stretched around the main court room inside the ministry. Down this hallway was several small cages that now housed death eaters awaiting to stand trial for their crimes. The cells were barely big enough for the person to stand and only wide enough for the lone chair that was set inside it. The cells were getting emptied as each death eater was led to their own doom.

The next one up was Pansy Parkinson. She sat there in a ministry issued oversized white shirt that nearly drowned her and sweat pants that had to be held up with a belt around her waist. She wore slip on shoes that had no support for her feet. Her short black bob of a hair cut hadn’t been washed in days and was matted and filled with dirt from the small rooms they kept the death eaters in since the end of the war. Her normally sharp blue eyes now had dulled with the knowledge that she had chosen to follow the wrong side and it led her to a life of death and destruction.

Now her fate lie in the hands of the ministry.

To say she was scared would be a gross understatement.

Footsteps jarred Pansy out of musing making her look up to see two aurors walking over to her and spell the cage open.

“This way Parkinson.” One barked before reaching in and grabbing Pansy arm tightly. She stumbled out of the cage only to have the other auror slapped wrist and ankle cuffs onto her letting the chain connection them hit the floor. They led her down the hall to the large circle court room where the ministry sat looking at her. She was sat down in the large chair in the center of the room.

Pansy looked around to see Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley sitting next to each other with Neville Longbottom in front of them. She knew her parents had already been sentenced to 20 years in Azkaban each for their involvement but it would have been nice to have some family support. All three Malfoys were given small sentences because Harry had spoke on their behalf.

“Pansy Persphone Parkinson. You are charged with the crime of being a Death Eater, baring the mark of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and for being an accessory to the death of Fred Weasley. How do you plead?” The judge of the ministry asked in an almost bored tone. Pansy could hear Ginny shift in her seat as he spoke her brothers name.

“Guilty to all but the accessory to murder charge.” Pansy answered knowing it was better to admit her faults and hope for leniency.

“We have numorus statements saying you were part of the group that caused the explosion which took Fred Weasley’s life.” One of the other members said as Pansy looked at them.

“They’re lying… I was still at outside the castle when the raid happened. Voldemort didn’t trust me not to screw something up so he told me to stay outside…” Pansy explained as it stung her pride to know that she was seen as a failure.

“Do you have evidence to prove you were nowhere near the scene of the explosion?” A female judge asked making Pansy’s head snap towards her.

“I saw the explosion by the front of the castle. I saw the stones fall into the water revealing part of the inside hallway.” Pansy explained.

For several long moments they talked amongst each other as Pansy looked over at the three gryfindors and couldn’t read anything off them. The only one showing emotion was Ginny who looked like if looks could kill Pansy could be dead on the floor.

For some reason though… Longbottom’s stare was making Pansy shift in her seat. There was something… intense about the way he was looking at her. If she didn’t find him took timid she would almost think he was interested in her. Suddenly a voice snapped her out of her musing.

“We have reviewed the evidence you have presented and what we have gathered ourselves. To the charge of being a Death Eater… guilty. To the charge of baring the mark of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named… guilty. To the charge of accessory to the death of Fred Weasley… we find you not guilty.” The head judge spoke.

Pansy heaved a sigh of relief when she heard a cry of no from Ginny. Pansy turned to see the red head standing with Harry Potter holding onto her tight.

The auror in the back of the room looked at them. “Miss Weasley sit down.”

Pansy saw Ginny was shaking with rage as Harry pulled her down to the seat. She then turned back to the judge waiting for sentencing. She knew that some of the death eaters who didn’t commit any other crimes like her go from probation for a year to 4 years in Azkaban.

“Now to your sentence. One year probation… you will be put into the care of a trusted member of society to keep you on the straight and narrow.” The judge said looking at her.

“Sir.” A voice rang out making Pansy turn quickly to see Neville standing there. “I offer myself to be Miss Parkinson’s guardian.”

The judge looked at Neville slightly before turning to him completely. “And you are?”

“Neville Frank Longbottom.”

The judge raised an eyebrow. “Mr. Longbottom… I believe I’ve heard of you… I apologise for what happened to your parents. Why would you agree to this?”

Neville looked down at Pansy with that same intense stare. “Regardless of what happened to my parents… people who make mistakes should be given the chance to follow the right path.” Pansy felt herself get nervous at the idea of Neville giving her a second chance.

“Well Mr. Longbottom… if that is what you choose then that is your choice. I hereby award Protective Custody of Pansy Parkinson to Neville Longbottom. Court is ajorned.” The judge cracks his mallet before the aurors walked over to Pansy and stood her up.

One of them turned to Neville. “You can come get her from the law counter.” He then turned back to Pansy and led her out of the courtroom.

Pansy couldn’t believe what just happened.

Longbottom saved her.

Who knew what kind of person the ministry would have picked if they had their choice.

She was led to a bathroom where she was given her clothes that she wore the night she was arrested. She had a white button up shirt that had dirt and blood caked onto it. Her skirt looked torn up so they let her keep the sweat pants on. She was then led, still in shackles, down the hall before stopping at a secretaries desk where Neville was waiting. The aurors then waited as Neville signed several documents before they spelled the shackles off.

“Good luck.” One of the aurors hissed before taking the shackles leaving Pansy standing there rubbing her wrists. Slowly she looked up at Neville only to find that he was a full head taller than she remembered him being.

Neville looked down at her before a small smile appeared on his lips. “Come on.” He says as the lady behind the desk handed him Pansy’s wand. Neville rested his hand on Pansy’s lower back leading her towards the floo system. After getting through the floo Pansy found herself inside of a tavern. She raised an eyebrow looking over at Neville.

“Is this where you live?” Pansy asked as Neville chuckled.

“No. I don’t have a floo that’s connected to the Ministry so I had to use this one.” Neville takes her hand and walks out of the tavern into a court yard where several wizards and witches were milling about.

“Where exactly… are we?” Pansy asked looking around.

“Still London just away from the main population of Diagon Alley.” He replies taking her up the hill to a small cozy looking cottage with several beautiful plants growing.

Pansy remembered that Longbottom was really good at herbology so he probably grew all these plants. Neville unlocked the front door and led her into the house. As she walked in she saw to the right was a sitting area with a muggle television and a large couch and arm chair sat in front of it. She also noticed that he had a rather large bookshelf with several thick books on it. Neville walked past the living area to hang up his robe showing a sweater that showed off a very toned body under it. Pansy couldn’t stop herself from admiring the sight before her.

“So… you live here by yourself?” Pansy asked following him.

“Yea. I bought it with Harry’s help. I got a job at a café near here.” Neville said stepping into the kitchen, which had worn and distressed cabinets and counter tops. The appliances looked brand new and rather expensive for someone who worked in a café. She looked the other way to see a circle dining table with chairs that had pillows on them to make them more comfortable. “I’m going to guess your hungry. Have a seat. After that you can have a shower and I’ll floo Hermione and get some of her clothes for you to wear.” Neville said over his shoulder walking to the refrigerator.

“Thank you…” Pansy said softly before sitting down at the table. She felt incredibly dirty and hungry. “Why… did you help me?”

Neville pulled out several things before setting them on the counter. “As I said to the judge. You deserve a chance to be a good person. You were born into a dark family and if you ever had a chance to be good it was probably a slim chance.” He started to build a thick sandwich with ham, turkey, and roast beef. “Do you like swiss?”

“I love swiss…” Pansy said with a small smile as he put the cheese onto the sandwich with some lettuce and tomato on it before topping it with whole wheat bread. He cut it diagonally before putting it onto a plate and set it in front of Pansy. Pansy saw there was a double sack of all three meats which made her chuckle.

Neville was making sure that she ate a lot.

She took a bite and let out a rather obscene moan at the delicious bite. Neville laughed loudly at her sound as he continued to mill about the kitchen. He came back over with a second sandwich and a plate of brownies. He made one last trip and brought back two glasses of milk before taking a seat next to her. The two ate in silence taking sips of their milk and once done with the sandwiches they munched on the brownies before they just sat there relaxing.

During this relaxing time, Pansy was able to really study Neville. She remember him being a pudgy, timid and quiet little Gryfindor. Now he was tall, toned, and confident. A big switch from her first impression. He still ran under her normal radar but he had a small bit of attractiveness to him.

“So there are a few things that you need to know for being here. I will expect you to help out with the daily chores and I have to talk to my manager but more than likely he will accept having you come work there. You will be given your wand tomorrow but with some restrictions. The ministry informed me that your magic will be monitered so if you use any big magic they will be notified. Small spells wont really be noticed. You will be meeting with a mind healer and an auror every two weeks until the end of your probation. Until I can trust you you won’t be allowed to go outside by yourself. If you try at all to contact other death eaters then I have to inform the Ministry. Do you understand the rules Pansy?” Neville finished before looking into Pansy’s eyes.

Pansy let herself digest all the rules before she took a deep breath. Atleast being a prisoner here she had some freedom. “Yes… I understand.”

Neville nods before standing up and taking the dishes and washes them quickly. He turned back to her. “Let me show you to the bathroom and your bedroom.” Pansy nods following Neville up a set of stairs that led to a small bedroom with a bed, desk, dresser and a nightstand with a lamp on it. “This will be your room and the bathroom is next door. I’m going to floo Hermione now.” Neville says before turning and walking out.

Pansy looks around the room finding herself a little cramped. She was used to sprawling bedrooms and lavish homes.

Now she was in a tiny cottage.

Then again this cottage was bigger than a cell in Azkaban.

She looked down at the bedspread seeing that it was a patch work quilt that looked handmade. She took a deep breath and made a silent promise to her parents in Azkaban that she would chance her ways. She would be a better person than she had been.

She opened her eyes before turning towards the door and steps into the bathroom. The bathroom was tiny (much like the rest of the place) with a stand alone shower, sink and toilet. She shut the door and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked worse than she thought. It made her stomach twist at the sight of what she had become. She slowly stripped herself and stepped into the square shower. After figuring out how to turn the shower on she used the shampoo and conditioner that was on the floor before she ran her hands over her body with the body wash. She turned off the shower and stepped out to find a set of folded clothes on the sink. Neville must have spelled them into the room so he wouldn’t bother her. She smiled softly before slowly getting her panties on followed by a bra that was a full 1 ½ cup sizes bigger than her own.

What kind of tits did Granger have on her?

DD’s?

She would have to ask Neville to take her to a store so she could get bras that fit.

She decided to forgo the bra and just put the shirt on. She pulled on the jeans before seeing a comb in the medicine cabinet. She quickly combed her hair and bundled up the used towels and the clothes before exiting the bathroom.

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