Ello! I have decided to take a break from Imaginary for a day and I'm going to start this! Don't worry; the next chapter of Imaginary will be up soon.

I hope you like this!

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He walked downstairs, his eyes still full of sleep and his brain still muddled from lack of awareness. He did, however, smell the odor that was old lady all around him and he did see the pictures of his parents and family friends as he walked; he could see none of himself.

He walked into his grans kitchen and sat at the table, waiting for the unenviable. His O.W.L.s came in yesterday and his Gran wasn't home when it happened but he had no doubt she found them by now.

He grabbed a bowl from the yellow kitchen cabinet and grabbed the muggle cereal as well; something his Gran hated. He went to the refrigerator and grabbed the white pitcher full of milk and sat down at the mahogany table.

He poured the cereal in first then the milk but before he could put his spoon in a shrieking voice stopped him.

"Neville Longbottom!" There was his Gran, he turned away from his pathetic breakfast just as she walked in; carrying his O.W.L. scores. "What is the meaning of this!" She slapped down the parchment with his grades posted for all to see.

He really wasn't expecting her to see the Outstanding in Herboligy, or the Exceeds Expatiations in Care of Magical Creatures. He knew she didn't even take into account that he went to the Department of Mysteries last year and helped Harry kill Voldemort.

No, everything she said was it was the great Harry Potter that killed he-who-must-not-be-named. That his brave friends helped kill that evil man and some death eaters; apparently he wasn't a part of Harry's group of friends.

All she saw on his test results were the Acceptable in Transfiguration and Charms as well as the Poor in Potions; which he was very proud of. He didn't even open his mouth knowing he'd never get a word in.

"This is unacceptable, Neville Longbottom! You will straighten these grades out as soon as you get to school! You are a disgrace to the Longbottom name; Frank would have never gotten these! You horrible, ungrateful child!" She threw the parchment in his face and stormed off.

He grabbed the parchment and laid it on the table. His Gran was always like his, he was never good enough. It was always Frank did better, or Alice did better, or you parents would have never had these. She was never happy with him and he's given up on making her proud.

He knew she was going to her friends houses and not going to back to see him off to Hogwarts; she only did that in his first year. He also knew that he had to buy an owl before he left; she 'accidently' killed Trevor while gardening one day. All she said about this fact was 'Good riddance, he was getting old anyway.' He, on the other hand, cried all night; Trevor was his only true friend.

He looked to his bowl of soggy cereal and pushed it away from himself; he'd lost his appetite.

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"Bye Gran, I'll write!" He popped his head into the kitchen where his Gran was. He was going to see his parent's then bye an owl before he went straight to the train station.

She didn't even look up from what she was doing but she grunted him a goodbye. He walked to the living room, where the fireplace was, and grabbed the galleons off the table. He then grabbed some floo powder and ducked into the fireplace.

"St. Mungo's!" He yelled clearly before he threw the floo powder down. He was enveloped in green flames and when he opened his eyes he was in the lobby of the wizarding hospital. He nodded to the receptionist and walked back to the ward his parents where in.

As he walked the fair distance to their room he thought a strange thought.

'I always thought it was funny that wizards were burned at the stake for being guilty of wizardry and yet we burn ourselves every day.' Neville didn't think twice about this strange thought; it was a normal occurrence for him.

People thought they knew Neville; scared, loyal, quiet Neville. But they were wrong; they were all wrong. They only being who knew Neville was Trevor and he was gone now; now Neville was all alone in knowing who he truly was.

He came out of his thoughts when he got to the door of his parents room. He didn't knock, just stepped in, and quietly shut the door behind him. He looked around and sighed, nothing changed. It was all he expected but a lot less then he hoped for.

He sat in the chair next to his mother's bed; that was, at the moment, playing with a few dolls. He heard her humming and brushing their hair. He turned and looked to his father who was, still, staring out the window like normal.

"Hi mum, hi dad." He said with the smallest voice possible. He was very uncomfortable with being in the room; everything was white. Contrary to what it was supposed to make him feel, Neville felt like he was being shoved into a tight space instead of an open one.

"I'm headed off to Hogwarts and I wanted to say goodbye." He wanted to leave as quickly as humanly possible. Don't get him wrong, he loved his parents dearly and loved seeing them. But at the moment he wasn't having the best of few days and felling like he was being shut in a box wasn't his idea of a good time.

"I love you both and will come visit at Christmas; I'm sorry for not staying longer." He stood from the chair he was sitting in but was stopped when his mother started to play with his short hair. He relaxed at the touch and sat back down and let her do what she wished.

He didn't get much human contact and the touch was almost foreign to him but he enjoyed when his mother played with his hair. It didn't last very long, like he expected, because his mother acted like a five-year-old with a short attention span.

"Thank you, mum." Smiling he stood up once more. His heart skipped a beat because she smiled back at him; then handed him a wrapper. He took it with the goofiest grin splattered across his face.

"Thanks mum; I'll see you soon dad!" Turning to the other white wall behind him he practically ran out of the room. Unlike when he walked in he slammed the door behind him. He leaned back against it, breathing heavily.

The wrapper clutched in his hands, he brought close to his chest. He was clutching it so hard with both his hands I began to rip. He let out a sob as a few tears streambed down his cheeks; he was so confused.

He loved his mother giving him wrappers, which meant she knew he was there and the nurses told him, he was the only one to receive gifts from his mother but-

It meant that he knew he was missing an important part of himself. His mother and father were tortured until they weren't sane anymore; and even though the woman who did it was now dead, it didn't bring them back to him.

He didn't get to open presents on Christmas day with his parent's by the fire or even get to just laugh with his mother or father; he had to sit and watch a shell of they once was. He had to live with a grandmother who was never happy and never showed that she even cared for him; other then in sending him a rememberall for his studies.

He had to stand next to the Great Harry Potter and his two best friends. Next to people who called him friend because he didn't fit in anywhere else; because he was a lone Gryffindor and Gryffindor's stick together.

After he let his tears dry he stood back up and started to walk toward the fireplace in the wing; before he got there he threw the wrapper in the nearest trash bin. He crouched into the fireplace and flooed to Diagon Ally; he needed an owl.

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As usual; Neville was one of the first to Platform nine and three quarters. He came so early because otherwise he wouldn't get a seat. He smiled to the conductor who smiled back to him. No one really ever saw the conductor unless they came this early or something happened on the train. For the last four years he's seen the man who operates the Hogwarts express.

He handed his new owl, Simon, to the animal handler. They were the ones that took care of their pets as they traveled to Hogwarts; Neville was very grateful for that fact because he was never good with animals.

He walked onto the almost deserted train and walked to the nearest compartment; his trunk he dragged behind him. Once inside he lifted the heavy object onto the rack above where he was sitting; the only thing he kept out were a few books for the ride and his muggle iPod.

Merlin only knows why he got it. There was a wizard who sold it to him and told him that he figured out a way to charge it by magic and it worked in Hogwarts. Neville was skeptical but bought it his second year; he never thought he made a better purchase.

He popped in a headphone in one ear and laid his head against the window. A muggle song came on, that he didn't know the name of, but it sounded like a techno song. He reached for one of his books and placed it on his lap and opened to the first page and started reading.

He had no idea how much time had passed or even that the train was filling up fairly quickly. Sometime in between the ten chapters he put his other headphone in because the one eared listening was starting to annoy him.

He was at a good part in his book, it started talking about the main character escaping and running away, when he heard a slam. At first he thought it was his loud music, a song called 'Youth of the Nation' but he looked up from his book just in case.

He didn't know if he should be pissed or just ignore his problem. The Slytherins sixth year boys, well the one's whose family wasn't convicted of being death eaters, were in his compartment. He didn't know how the Malfoy's were not convicted but it wasn't really a problem to him anymore; his aunt was dead and that was all he wanted.

One of his goons were gone the one called Crabb, he believed; Pansy Parkinson was gone as well, she was usually with the boys. So Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle, and Blaise Zabini were in his compartment. All he did was look back down to his book.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the boys leave and concentrated on his book. He got a few more chapters in, liking that he could lose himself in his book and music, when the whistle of the train sounded over his music.

Unfortunately, that meant he wasn't allowed to listen to his iPod any longer. He came to the station third year with it in and the conductor stopped him saying that muggle devices, even ones that have been magically tampered with, interfere with the magic that runs the train. He was fine with it because he usually just read as he listened to the conversations of the Gryffindors in his compartment but at the moment he wasn't so happy.

As he took the headphones out of his ears and wrapped the cords around the white muggle device, the Slytherins decided to walk in. He just glanced at them and played his part of the nervous boy, which he was but he wasn't that nervous.

"Longbottom, this was the only compartment left open so don't bother us and we won't bother you." If Neville had to guess it was Malfoy that said that but he wasn't sure. All he cared about was that they reached a mutual agreement to not speak to each other; he nodded in response.

He closed his current book and set it on the floor and picked up another one; this one started to bore him because he's read it so many times. The one in his hands he had read a few times but he always read it around exam time so he never really got into the story; maybe he should read it now.

He opened to the first page and read A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens in calligraphy type writing. He flipped to the first chapter and wished for the train ride to be over already.

Unlike what he first expected he wasn't distracted from his book because he was surrounded by Slytherins and not Gryffindors. The chatter sounded the same to him, nothing in either cabin really processed in his brain; it was just background mutter.

He looked up from his book to look outside to see how much time had passed and he was surprised to see the sun had fell already and it was nightfall. He looked over and saw the boys reaching for their trunks to change into their robes. He knew they weren't going to change in front of him so he waited to get up until after they were gone.

He quickly changed into his own red and gold house robes and was seated and reading once again when they returned. But it looked like his efforts to get half way through the book were in vane as he felt the train slow and the whistle sound; alerting everyone they were at their destination.

He watched the Slytherins leave as he stood up and closed his book. He picked up the books on the floor and quickly put them and his iPod in his trunk and clamored into the crowded train hallway and eventually off the train.

He set his trunk on the platform alongside of everyone else's and set off to the carriages that would take him to the school. He looked at the Thestral's that were attached to his carriage and smiled to them; he put a mental note in his mind to visit them this year.

He got in the carriage and noted he didn't know anyone surrounding him.

The ride was fairly quick and he loved the sight of Hogwarts coming into view; even more so when he saw the green house. Neville felt like he was coming home.

He stepped out of the carriage last when it came to a stop in front of the entrance to Hogwarts. Before he stepped in he patted both of the animals pulling his carriage on their snouts. They just nudged his hand back and he walked into his home.

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Neville had a preconception of how much better this year would be from his past years. He wouldn't be picked on as much, he didn't have to live in fear of death eaters, and the whole world would be a better place because Voldemort was dead.

Oh how wrong he was. He walked into the great hall and almost passed out.

There were only two tables, one with the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw house flags over one, and the Gryffindor and Slytherin over the other. There were sections cut off with lines that said which year sat where and the gender of the person.

He walked, nervously, over to the sixth year male section and sat down on the Gryffindor side next to Ron Weasley. Ron nodded to him and Neville took no offence in him not speaking, they wanted to figure out what was going on; why the Slytherin boys were sitting opposite of them.

That sorting session had to be the longest in the history of Hogwarts. Neville felt the sigh of relief as Dumbledore stood to give his speech.

"Welcome, welcome back to those who returned. Now I know all are wondering why you are sitting the way you are; why you're sitting with your rival house. Well that answer is sitting directly across from you." Neville looked up to who was sitting across from him, just as everyone else in the room did.

Blaise Zabini sat in front of him, staring right back.

"I do hope you can tolerate those sitting in front of you because you will be spending the entire year with them." Neville swore a piece of him died in that moment.

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So, what you think? I would have kept going but I need to get to bed. I'm up way to late right now. I have four tests tomorrow and I blew off studying for writing this.

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