The personal library of Frank Longbottom was not as impressive, upon first glance, as the Black library. It only took Harry thirty seconds of scanning the spines of the books to change his mind. While the Black library was larger, the majority of the books were of the Dark Arts and not something Harry had an interest in, this library was full of Defense Against the Dark Arts books, aswell as battle tactics. Harry's grin was getting larger by the second as his fingertips ran across the spines of old and new books, though when he got to a particular title he couldn't help but laugh.

"Neville, this had to be written by a Muggleborn," Harry stated as he pulled the book off the shelf to flip through it. "There are several muggle books that start with the same title." The title of the book was 'Shields for Dummies' and next to its empty slot was 'Stunners for Dummies' and 'Curses for Dummies'.

"Really?" Neville said as he abandoned his quest for his father's Auror training book to get a look at the title. Neville had never spent much time in the library, he had never really been interested in fighting. However, now he understood the value the knowledge in this room and wished he could change his past studies.

"I bet these books will be great for the basics, especially for the DA and the Muggleborns will be able to relate easier aswell." The writing in the book went to extreme detail, from what Harry had glanced through so far.

After an extensive time looking through the library, the two boys had realized what the layout was. The shield section had beginner, intermediate and advanced books. Some of the books had many shield spells in it and some only a handful. Some were reference books that gave no instruction on the spells in it, but rather why it was used, what it was used for and the history of the spell creation. Shields was the largest section of the library, next to it was a variety of stunners, immobilization and binding spells. The smallest section was curses , but Harry figured he could find some books in the Black library to make up for the lack of books on curses.

Or maybe the Potter vaults or properties, once he was able to sit down with Iceshred and discuss what he owned.

Neither of the boys were Hermoine and so randomly plucked books from all sections, though they stuck to the beginner and intermediate books for the moment. The books had been carted back to Harry's room and after moving all the shopping catalogs, the books were piled on the floor next to the small table infront of the fire.

The 'Dummies' books in all section had been taken with them and both of the boys were looking through the books and making a list of any spells in them that they didn't know.

"Harry, while I agree that its a good idea to know what we don't know, but you can't expect to learn all the spells you don't know." Neville stated as he set his book down and reached for his bottle of Butterbeer.

"Why not?" While Neville was relaxed in the current atmosphere and casually going through the book to make his list, Harry was tense and writing as fast as he could. It was obvious that Harry was becoming more and more stressed as his list of spells grew longer.

"You don't have enough time before school starts. Yes, we can bring the books with us to school and continue to learn, but in order to excell you will need to practice the spells over and over. " Neville leaned forward to snap the book shut that Harry was flipping through the pages of, making it apparent he was only half paying attention to Neville.

With the book snapped shut, Harry darted his attention to Neville with a glare. The exclaimation of 'What the hell, Neville!' died on his lips at the serious and confident aura that his friend was projecting as he demanded Harry's attention. Setting his quill down, Harry leaned back on the sofa as he picked up his own Butterbeer while watching Neville intently.

"Harry, when we were fighting Death Eaters there wasn't time to think. The spells that we were using was limited, but we knew them. They came instinctually from our time practicing them in the DA. I think we need to get definitions of each spell on our list, select the ones that have the most applicable use from each group of spells and specialize in them. Once we feel that we Mastered a spell, then we can move on."

By the time Neville was done speaking, he had a faint blush to show his embarassment. Neville was maturing and his confidence was showing, but he typically tended to surprise himself in such moments and then become embarassed. It didn't help that Harry continued to stare contemplatively at Neville for several minutes in silence before speaking.

"Your right, Neville. But instead of everyone learning the same spells, we should mix it up. That way, its harder to be predictable to the Death Eaters. We could designate certain people to study more on defense, others on offense but still have them study both. We could do teams, that way, so people learn to fight as a unit and not an individual."

"Thats a good idea, Harry. While one person is shielding, the other can be cursing and then trade off to throw off their enemies. You should write to Ron and Hermoine with these ideas."

"I can't, Neville. I don't want anyone to know where I am. Hedwig is at Hogwarts with the school owls, I figured she would be happier there." Not to mention, Harry was in no mood to be socializing when he was so angry and depressed over the death of his Godfather.

"Do you mind if I write them then, Harry? I wont mention that your here."

"Thats fine, Neville."

"That reminds me, Harry. If you don't mind talking about it, how did you come home with grams? You've been here almost two days and I still haven't gotten the story out of you or her."

"It seems forever ago." Harry stated at he stared at his almost empty bottle of Butterbeer. His life had changed so drastically in such a short amount of time. It was almost like his eleventh birthday all over again. "I celebrate my birthday at midnight. I was going through the usual presents when I found a letter from Gringotts in the pile. Once I opened the letter, a chest appeared on the floor next to me. In short, the letter informed me that I missed the reading of Sirius will and that Iceshred, whom is my account manager, has been trying to contact me for several years. "

A deep breath was taken as he attempted to calm himself down, just thinking of that letter was pissing Harry off. "Dumbledore," The named was practically spat from his mouth. "has been intercepting my mail and trying to set himself up as my magical guardian. He has no legal rights to it, but his political power has allowed people to turn a blind eye to his dealings with me. So I went to Gringotts. Iceshred said I needed a tutor and I mentioned your name. Next thing I know, your gradmother is in the room. To be honest, everything was happening so fast once I stepped into Gringotts, that I was probably just nodding and not realizing what I was agreeing to. But I am glad I am here."

With that, he shared a grin with Neville. It was obvious that Neville was glad that Harry was there aswell. "So what was in the chest, Harry?" Neville asked casually, not expecting Harry to explode off the sofa.

Which he did. "The chest!" Harry yelled in sudden panic as he bolted from the sitting room and into the closet that had a door from both this room and his bedroom. Neville followed at a safe distance, to watch Harry frantically looking through his things and then into his bedroom for it.

"Neville, its not here! It must still be at my house. I need to go get it." Harry was busy yanking on his shoes as he spoke, intent on going right this moment.

"Er Harry. Why don't you use your house elf?"

Harry paused, one foot raised and himself bent over awkwardly to tie his sneaker. Hopping to gain his balance, he sunk down onto the side of his bed and gave a short laugh. It was easy to hear the fighting emotions of embarassment and sadness in the laugh. The thought of loosing the chest from Sirius almost sent him into hysterics. How could he have allowed himself to get caught up in the last two days to forget about it?

Taking a deep breath, he snapped his fingers. The result was two house elves appearing in the room. One was the distinguised Pard and the other was the bouncing young spink.

"You called, Master?"

"Spinks here Master! Whats Master needs?"

Both elves spoke at the same time, which was followed by Pard frowning at Spink and the young elf shrinking away from the older elf. Before Pard could start yelling at the elfling, Harry captured their attention.

"Yes. I still need somethings from my room where I lived the the muggles. Pard, would you be able to find it and get my stuff for me?"

"Yes, Master. While I don't know the specific place, I will be able to find it since your magical residue would be ingrained in the house. I am sorry for spink's behavior Master. He will be apropriately punished for disobeying. Again."

The elfling's ears drooped more and his big eyes began glistening with tears before lunging forward and attaching himself to Harry's leg.

"No no no! spink helps Master! no punishes! spink good good good! please let spinks help master!" The elf was clinging and trying to bounce at the same time. Thankfully, Dobby hadn't appeared aswell. Patting spinks head, he glared at the smirking Neville before looking to Pard.

"Pard, let spink help you. "

After the two elves left, with muttering from Pard, the two boys suddenly reverted to school boys as Neville started laughing and teasing Harry, to Harry starting a pillow fight. It didn't last as long as the dorm pillow fights, most likely because they didn't have multiple beds to divebomb from, but it allowed for tension to be released.

"Its getting late, Harry. I will see you at breakfast. Grams said she wont be back until lunch, but you can kiss our free time goodbye once she is back."

"Alright. Goodnight, Neville."

As Neville left, Harry decided on a hot shower to relax with and to waste some time until he had the chest once more.