Chapter 1: Moving In
Seven-year-old Neville Longbottom had just moved with his parents to America because they were transferred to the American Ministry. He had to leave his god brother and the few friends he had.
"Here's the house," His dad said as they reached the house.
It was a nice house. It was painted a grayish color with a scarlet door. Neville saw his dad smile at that. Since his dad had been a Gryffindor at Hogwarts. Neville hoped there were kids his age on the block.
"You need help moving in?" A voice asked.
His parents turned to see a boy around fourteen or so. He had bright red hair and brown eyes.
"That would be nice, son," Frank told him.
"I'm Tyler Gilman by the way."
"I'm Frank Longbottom, this is my wife Alice and our son Neville." Frank introduced jovially. Neville was shy so he hid behind his mum's pant leg.
"Nice to meet you."
"You too."
He started helping them move in.
"How old are you Neville?" Tyler asked.
"I'm seven, how about you?"
"Fourteen, but my little brother is the same age as you."
Neville smiled hopefully. He hoped he could find friends.
"You want to meet him after I finish helping your parents?" Tyler asked.
Neville nodded. Tyler continued helping Neville's parents move the boxes.
"Thank you son." Frank thanked the boy.
"You're welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom," Tyler smiled at them.
Just then a tall man with black hair walked over to them.
"Hello, I'm Bob Romero. I live right down the street," He said.
Frank smiled and said. "I'm Frank Longbottom, this is my wife Alice and our son Neville. Nice to meet you."
"You too."
"So, you have any children?" Alice asked, hoping to find friends for her son.
He smiled, nodded and said. "I sure do, I have a daughter who just turned seven."
Alice smiled back and said. "Oh, wonderful. Neville is the same age."
At the mention of that Neville's eyes lit up in happiness. Maybe some new friends.
"She's over at my house with my brother," Tyler mentioned, casually.
He had been excited at first but then he frowned to himself maybe they wouldn't accept him in their group. He hadn't been around many girls in his seven years. Well he was in hiding for his early toddler life. That will be explained later.
"Come with us if you want," Bob offered.
The couple looked at each other and nodded.
Alice took Neville's hand and they walked across the street. They were quite nervous as well but for a much more complicated reason than Neville.
"Mom, I'm back!" Tyler called.
"Hey Ty."
"Daddy!" yelled a little brunette girl with glasses running towards Bob.
"Hey sweetie, having fun with Zach?"
She nodded her head smiling.
"Sweetie, these are our new neighbors the Longbottoms and their son Neville."
Delaney smiled shyly and said. "Nice to meet you."
"She's a bit shy."
"Don't worry, Neville is the same way," Alice assured him. Neville glanced over at the girl she didn't seem too bad.
Bob nodded as a woman with bright red hair and azure blue eyes walked out of the kitchen.
"I'm Betty, it's nice to meet you," She smiled.
"Nice to meet you too, I'm Alice, that's my husband Frank and our son Neville."
Betty nodded and asked. "You guys are from England aren't you?" She had noticed the accent.
"Yes, we are. London to be exact."
"What brings you here?"
"We're government agents and we were transferred," Frank said, nervously tugging at his collar.
Betty nodded and then said. "You work for the Ministry don't you?"
"You know about wizards?" Alice asked.
"Of course, I'm a witch and my husband is a wizard. My husband is also a ministry official he mentioned that there were going to be transfers from across the pond," Betty said.
"Same goes for me, I'm a wizard and my ex-wife was a witch. I happen to be an auror."
Frank nodded and said. "We're aurors too."
"That's wonderful, we'll be working together. You can show us the ropes of the American Ministry," Alice said.
Bob nodded and said. "I'd be happy too."
"Delaney why don't you go introduce Neville to Zach," Betty suggested, suddenly to the seven-year-old.
Delaney nodded and said."Come on, Neville."
Neville followed Delaney to the living room.
