The one that had accompanied Neville as he grew up was actually another, much older baby carriage.
The baby carriage he saw now was still unfinished. Only its basic frame had been put together, and even the wheels had not been fitted yet.
Over the past two days, Augusta Longbottom had told him many things, and she had mentioned this unfinished baby carriage.
When the news of Voldemort's defeat spread across England, his parents, in celebration, had planned to make him a brand-new baby carriage.
Regrettably, the Longbottoms had only finished the baby carriage's rough form when they were captured and tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange and other Death Eaters, and in the end, they spent more than ten years in St. Mungo's.
That baby carriage, with only its first shape completed, had also been put away in the basement by Augusta Longbottom and had never been taken out again.
Tears mixed with snot dripped freely down Neville's face, leaving it a complete mess.
Even when Augusta Longbottom had told him about the past over the last two days, he had not cried like this.
He had never imagined that this unfinished baby carriage would hit him so hard.
Neville staggered toward the baby carriage, every step looking as if he might fall.
At last, he reached it. His outstretched right hand trembled uncontrollably, as if even the air bore a crushing weight that pressed down on him.
If that hadn't happened... Mum and Dad could have been there as I grew up...
He finally touched the baby carriage's handle and clutched it desperately, as if grabbing a lifeline, until pain shot through his palm.
Only when he saw the indentation in his palm did he realize a splinter had stabbed him.
That also brought Neville back to his senses. Now