In case you were wondering, I do not own hp. Please R&R!

Harry Potter was lying on his bed in his two-story house. Around his room there was a Nimbus 2000, various parts of his broom servicing kit, his owl that he had named Hedwig, and his birthday presents which lay unceremoniously scattered about the room.

"Harry, come on Harry! We've got to get to Sirius' house by noon. Wake up already!" The figure on the bed moaned, and then shifted slightly to the right, to the left, and then pulled the covers back over his head.

"I guess this means that you don't want to go to Uncle Sirius' house. And what a shame too, he was about to give you your birthday present, but—" No more words were needed, for at the mention of presents and his godfather Harry jumped out of bed and flailing his arms wildly for balance promptly tripped over his suitcase falling with a loud thump. "I'm alright! Coming mum!"

Laughter was heard from downstairs as Lily Potter said to James affectionately, "We really have to do something about that boy," . "Now, have you got the cake we were going to bring Sirius?"

"Of course honey! I just have to erm grab it from the bakery"

"James Potter! You promised you would do that yesterday! Well hurry up then or we'll be late!"

"All right, all right, I'm leaving. Just make sure Harry finally gets up."

Lilly smiled and have James a quick kiss on his cheek before hurrying upstairs to make sure Harry put on suitable attire.

"Neville!" Barked his grandmother's strict voice. "Neville get up this minute! There is a surprise waiting for you in the kitchen!" At that point Neville Longbottom jumped out of bed and brushed the hair out of his eyes, revealing a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. Could it be? Neville thought. Is it possible? He tried to suppress his excitement as he threw on jeans and a t-shirt and hurried to the kitchen.

In the kitchen he found his grandmother sitting at the table, and wearing one of her less-stern glances. If one didn't know her, they would think that she was angry, but Neville knew her phases of strictness well, and could tell that she was close to being happy. Next to her on the table lay a thick envelope with a red unbroken seal on it.

"Is that – could it be that," Neville stammered as he looked at the envelope. His grandmother's features relaxed a little as she said, "Go ahead boy, open it. Or would you rather it flew into your hand and spoke to you?" That was all the prompting necessary for Neville to apprehensively approach the kitchen table and break open a seal, revealing:

Dear Neville Longbottom,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…

Neville didn't bother reading on, but flung himself at his grandmother, great sobs of joy heaving his body up and down. I made it. Now I can make Mum and Dad proud. I will avenge them, they will not have died in vain. Even his strict grandmother lost it for a moment, and had one of her rare moments of emotion, patting Neville on the head and saying, "Yes boy, you made it. You made it!" while brushing tears out of her eyes.