A/N: I started a sequel to this story. It's called Dumbledore's Army Still Recruiting so I added a preview for it here for anyone who has this story on their alerts :)

I calmly stood by my next to the bright red train on platform 9 ¾. I was supposed to be meeting Neville here, and instead of craning my neck to look for him, like most people might have done, I just stood there and turned my head from side to side, watching people walk by.

"Any sight of him?" my father asked.

"No, not yet," I answered. I was actually quite enjoying myself as I waited for Neville. It was giving me the opportunity to people watch. I've always thought just watching people was interesting. Everyone is so different from each other and it's fun and interesting to watch.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by someone calling my name. I turned my head and saw Neville fighting his way through a crowd of people going the other way. Trevor the toad was clutched under one arm and the handle to his trunk was grasped in his other hand.

"Neville!" I exclaimed, turning fully towards him and hugging him when he reached me. He gladly returned it and I buried my nose into his sweater. I had really missed him.

"It's so good to see—oh, hang on." Neville broke off he hug and gave me a reluctant smile as he stepped past me and made a lunge for Trevor.

"You should keep a better hold on that thing," my father said when Neville returned. "If not, he could get snatched up by a Crumple Horned Snorkack. They like to eat frogs sometimes, you know."

"Well, this is a toad. Slightly different," Neville said, holding Trevor up. "But that does remind me, how was your trip to Sweden? Did you find anything interesting?"

"We were specifically looking for the Snorkack," dad said, smiling at Neville. His smile faded, however. "We didn't find any, though, no."

"That's too bad."

"I still took lots of pictures. I'll be glad to show you them on the train, or whenever you feel like looking at them, really."

"I'd love that," Neville said. He grinned and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, kissing my temple. Neville and I had been dating since last December. I couldn't believe it had almost been a full year already. Time had really flown by. It was funny like that. Time, I mean.

"Where's your grandmother?" I asked.

"She should be coming," Neville answered, looking over his shoulder. Sure enough, his grandmother was slowly coming towards them, carrying her typical red handbag.

"Good, you've found them," she said to Neville when she reached us.

"Hello," I said politely, "it's good to see you again."

"It's good to see you again as well," she said with a slight nod. She shook my dad's hand and was about to start up a conversation when the train's whistle blew.

"Well, it looks like it's time for you to go," my father said, giving me a hug and shaking Neville's hand.

"I'll see you soon," I said to dad. I gave Neville's grandmother a wave before turning towards the train with Neville at my side.