Hey everyone, this is my Neville love story, because who doesn't love Neville? I don't do any crazy kinky stuff, so if you're looking for that, look elsewhere. I follow the main story, adding my own twists where I deem necessary, but the main story adheres to the book/movie.

I hope everyone likes it! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE toss me a review, it really helps inspire me if I know that someone else out there is enjoying what I'm writing.

Also I'm indecisive about whether I want to continue the story in the first or third person, input on that is appreciate.

Annnnnd I'm looking for anyone interested in beta-ing. I've never posted on FF, but I keep seeing stuff about getting a beta reader so I figure it can't hurt to ask!

Again, I hope you all like it!

*First chapter is just setting up everything, a lot of Triwizard Tournament talk, but ya gotta start somewhere!

Chapter 1

Another Year Begins

"All aboard! Last call for Hogwarts Express! Last Call! ALL ABOARD!" the conductor yelled as he prepared the train for departure.

"Argh, another year at Hogwarts," I thought to myself as I settled into my seat on the train. Although it was only my third year, I was already tired of school. Sure I had made plenty of friends, and learned new spells and potions, but I still felt like I wanted more excitement. It seemed that the only exciting thing that happened at Hogwarts happened to only one person, Harry Potter. How I yearned to be him, and join him on one of his adventures.

"Students, first years especially need to listen to this! Please make sure you have changed into your robes before we arrive! You have a time until we get there, but make sure you are changed by the time we arrive." A voice announced over the train's intercom, yanking me out of my thoughts.

"Well, no time like the present is there?" I quietly said to myself as I grabbed my bag and changed into my robes. "These blasted robes, I swear they were made centuries ago."

I slumped back down into the train's soft bench and my hand instinctively moved to my neck where my mother's necklace hung. My mother gave me her necklace my first year at Hogwarts. It was a golden lion that held a snake in its claws. The lion's eyes were made out of small red jewels that glistened whenever the light hit it correctly. My family had a long history of being assigned to Gryffindor, and my parents were hoping the same good fortune would befall me. The family tradition held true and my first year at Hogwarts, the sorting hat had barely touched my head before it yelled out, "GRYFFINDOR!"

That was such a long time ago, so much has changed. Well, not everything I guess.Thoughts raced though my head as I felt the train pull to a stop and heard the compartment doors all throughout the train fly open and began to see students walking out. I grabbed a hold of my bag and managed to wedge out of my compartment and followed the crowd out of the train.

"Hanna! How was your summer?" A voice asked from behind me as we all squeezed our way through the corridors.

I turned to look and see who it was, and to my pleasure it was Neville Longbottom. "Hey Neville!" I replied as I gave him a hug. He blushed; I forgot how shy he was around girls. "Sorry Neville." I laughed. "My summer was great, my parents and I traveled around France, visited some relatives, it was loads of fun. How was yours?"

I waited for a response but soon found that Neville and I were being separated by a herd of students. Knowing our chances at having a conversation were lost we both attempted to say goodbye and continued being towards the carriages.

"Hell, it's like we're a herd of cattle being herded into pasture." I mumbled, finding my way onto one of the carriages. We arrived at the castle soon after and as I was stepping down out of it my bag was knocked out of my hand as a young student ran by. I bent down to retrieve it only to be head butted by someone. I winced in pain and rubbed the spot where my head hit in the hopes of soothing it.

"Arg I'm sorry; I saw you drop your bag I was just trying to… gosh I'm sorry, are you alright?" asked the person whom I'd collided with asked.

I looked up to see Neville looking down upon me, "Oh hey Neville, seems we can't keep from running into each other today." I said as he handed me my bag.

"Literally!" he joked as we entered the school's main hall.

We continued our conversation, adding other students, all of us catching up with each other, trying to figure out who had the best summer, and also listening to those whose summer was quite boring. We continued talking well into the evening, until it was time for all of the students to gather in the great hall for the return to school feast, and the sorting of the first year students.

The doors to the hall swung open and Professor McGonagall walked in, a line of scared first-years behind her. The sorting hat did what it did best and sorted the new students into their new houses. Then the feast began and we were halfway through it Dumbledore, as aged and gray as ever stood up and silenced us, "We are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE JOKING!" I heard a familiar voice yell. I looked down the table and discovered Ron Weasley looking quite embarrassed at his sudden outburst that had interrupted the headmaster.

"I am in fact, not joking Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore commented as he then began to try and tell us a joke concerning a troll, hag, and a leprechaun. After his failed attempt at the joke he continued with, "The Triwizard tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, and the Durmstrang Institute. A champion is selected to represent each school, and the three champions compete in three magical tasks. The schools take the task of holding the tournament it in turns every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities – until that is the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued."

The hall was filled with whispers of shock at hearing the mention of death, and Dumbledore then continued with, "There have been several attempts over the years to reinstate the tournament, none of which has been successful. However, our own department of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports have decided the time is ripe for another attempt. We have worked hard over the summer to ensure that this time; no champion will find him or herself in mortal danger. The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place on Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school and, as an added bonus, a thousand Galleons personal prize money."

Dumbledore added that a strict age restriction of 17 was going to be added to the rules, in order to ensure student's safety. He concluded his speech by telling us that it had been a long night and we should all head up to our dormitories and go to bed. A few of my friends said goodbye and I decided I would stay and eat a little more before I went to bed. I grabbed a desert from across the table and took a bite out of it. I looked up and glanced around the room and looking down the table saw a familiar face looking back at me; Neville. I smiled at him and I think caught him off guard because he quickly turned a shade of pink and got up from the table and left the hall. I giggled to myself and went back to my desert.

"The Triwizard Tournament . . . hmm maybe this year's gonna be more exciting than I expected."