Chapter 1: Confusion

A/N: What if someone noticed Harry didn't know what he should? What if they said something to Harry about it? Takes place the morning after the First Year Sorting. AU Story. Most Ancient & Most Noble Houses. Possibly SuperPower. More than likely not for Ron/Ginny/Molly/Dumbledore fans. Mostly Harry POV but occasionally others as well. Rated M to be safe. I apologise here and now if you see anything from other fanfictions in this story. I do not intend to steal anything, but I have read so many that some stuff may bleed over into this story. So, credit goes to whomever it came from. Please note that I am not from England so i am sorry if anything is incorrect.

Neville Longbottom woke up on the 2nd of September, the morning after his first night at Hogwarts. He was excited and nervous about starting school. He had not expected to be invited to Hogwarts, because he had not done much accidental magic growing up. Until he was eight and his Uncle Algie had dropped him out of a second story window and he'd bounced, he had thought himself a squib. His grandmother had been Furious, with a capital F, when she had found out what his Uncle had done.

It had surprised Neville as he didn't think his Gran would be so upset. His Gran noticed his surprise and it seemed to upset her more. So, after dealing with Algie, she had called Neville to her office and apologised to him. She had explained that, while it wasn't a good excuse, after he and his parents were attacked, she had been scared. Scared that she would lose him too. So, in an effort to keep him safe she had neglected to show him love. She had not realised until that point what she had done. They had talked for a while and really gotten to know each other. From that point on she had sat him down for a couple of hours every weekday and started to teach him what he would need to know to one day be Lord of the Longbottom family.

When he had gotten his Hogwarts letter, he and his Gran had both been ecstatic, though his Gran had also been sad that he would be going away to school for 10 months of the year. They had gone to Diagon Alley and got everything on the supply list, including a brand-new wand. That had been interesting. His Gran had actually taken him into Knockturn Alley. She told him that, while yes there was a lot of illegal things down there, it was mostly at night (though not always) and that there were some useful shops down there as well. She had sternly told him in no uncertain terms not to ever go down there on his own while he was underage. She had taken him to a wand store called "Devlin's Custom Wands", where he had gotten his own custom wand made. It was amazing and made his magic sing. His Gran latter explained that while Ollivander's was a good shop, pre-made wands would not word as well for a witch or wizard than a custom wand.

The rest of the summer had been full of lessons with his Gran, which he really enjoyed, gardening in the Longbottom Greenhouses and flicking through his Hogwarts books, though he didn't actually read them all the way through, except the Herbology textbook, that one he read through, though it was a lot more basic than the Herbology books he normally read and he didn't learn any new information that he didn't already know.

On the train he had been nervous and excited. He had been joined in his compartment by a muggleborn girl by the name of Hermione Granger. She seemed nice, if a bit bossy. They got talking about pets at one point and Neville said he'd left his toad, Trevor, at home in the greenhouses. He told her that Trevor liked to eat the insects that the plants attracted, which helped keep them away from the plants.

He had been excited to be sorted into Gryffindor as he had honestly not expected to go there, he had been expecting Hufflepuff. Not that there was anything wrong with any of the houses, he just hadn't thought he was brave enough for Gryffindor. But apparently, he was.

It was while they were eating dinner, he started to notice something that bothered him. Harry Potter, who was sitting with Ronald Weasley, was slouched down just pushing his food around his plate. He had seen him at the beginning of the meal when the food first arrived, he had stuffed himself, not in the messy, disgusting way Ron Weasley was, but still he had eaten very fast. Now he looked a bit ill. Neville frowned, wondering why Harry had done that. It was as if he was afraid the food would be taken away from him or something.

Maybe I'll talk to him about it. He thought to himself. In his lessons with his Gran, he had learned more about the Potter/Longbottom alliance. He had known about it before but not in detail. His Gran had told him that for as long as could be remembered, for as long as the records of their families went (which was a very long time), the Potter's and the Longbottom's had been allies. There was always a Longbottom by a Potter's side and Neville intended to live up to that. He would stand by Harry Potter. Not just because of that, and not at all because he was the Boy-Who-Lived, but also because of something else his Gran had told him… They were God Brothers. Harry's mum, Lily, was Neville's Godmother and Neville's mum, Alice, was Harry's Godmother.

As he lay there in bed the morning after the feast, he wondered why Harry had not acknowledged him the night before. He had completely disregarded the greetings meant to be seen between the Most Ancient & Most Noble Houses, of which he and Harry were a part of. He was determined to find out why. From his observations he had already come to a conclusion he hoped was wrong…. that Harry was completely unaware of his place in Magical Society. If that was the case… well… someone had some explaining to do and Harry needed a new Magical Guardian, since his current one didn't seem to be doing their job.

He resolved to pull Harry aside on the weekend, when they would have time to talk, and ask him if he knew of his Legacy.