A/N I'm having a go at a multi-chaptered fic. Now, I'm not an amazing writer, so don't judge me too harshly.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. The genius Mrs. Rowling does.

Prologue: Getting stuck at home

Neville Longbottom was certainly not a confident boy, and seeing that he had just overcooked his lunch, you could imagine his feelings right now.

The Christmas holidays were not turning out very good. In fact, it was turning out quite bad. He had not volunteered for this, really. He had just wanted to spend a nice Christmas with Luna, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and maybe Ginny. He had even started planning out stuff, but that was when the letter arrived.

Flashback starts.

"Neville, are you staying for the Christmas holidays?" Luna questioned randomly from the Ravenclaw table.

"Probably, since there's nothing to do back at home." He answered, sipping on pumpkin soup.

"What? I can't hear you!" she replied, casually looking at him.

"I said, probabl-" but he was cut off in mid-sentence by the usual pack of owls, coming to deliver mail.

To his mild surprise, his grandma's barn owl, Flutters dropped a letter onto his pumpkin soup, causing it to knock over and spill all over the table.

"I'm sorry!" he gasped, blushing. Next he opened the letter. It said:

Dear Neville,

You might want to spend the Christmas

holidays at Hogwarts, but I would like

you to come home and have some family

time with me since you didn't come home

for the Easter holidays. It has been a long

time since I last saw you and I am missing

you very much. We will visit your parents,

of course, and I will make a good Christmas

dinner. I really hope you will come.

Sincerely, grandma.

He sighed deeply; it looked like all his Christmas ideas would have to go.

Flashback ends.

So, now it was just Christmas with boring old grandma. It was not that he didn't like her, it was just that her ideas were always too old fashioned. He slumped on his bed, wishing, (and imagining) he was at Hogwarts.

Tap, tap. Sighing, he got off his bed. Another owl? Indeed it was. He recognised it as a Hogwarts owl.

What now? He hoped it didn't bring bad news. Unwillingly, he detached the letter and opened it.

Tada! *sighs dramatically* And I leave you at a cliff-hanger. Yep, it's my first one! Now see that button there? Click it and review!