Title: Air, Earth and Magic

Chapter 1/?

Author: Veelana veelanachello.at

Warnings: AU, threesome

Pairing: Neville/Draco/Harry

Raiting: R (eventually), PG for this part

Disclaimer: The Characters are not mine – sadly. They belong to JKR. I'm not making any money with this (or anyrhing else), just check my bank account...

Archive: Yes to list archives, everyone else – ask and thou wilt recieve

Feedback: Pretty please? With sugar on it? purrrrrr

Authors note: Voldemort marked Neville as his equal. This is From Nevilles POV, Harrys POV might follow if this one works

Will eventually become R, I promise. Please be patient, sex under 14 is a major squick for me. I might even let them grow up a little longer


You know, my life had not been hell up to this point.

Yes, I was beaten up in school sometimes, bullied by my classmates and mistreated by my family – but I always had my pride. I mean, I never did especially good in any of my classes, but at least the teachers liked me. I wasn't a bad student, I did my homework, paid attention in class and never was any trouble. I never bothered them.

So why did everything have to change? Why did I get that stupid letter from that stupid school that marked me as a freak?

Yeah, I know, because my parents got killed by some weirdo and I survived. I'm a Hero and stuff. I just don't feel like being the „boy who lived" for some crazy people who think they are wizards.

I had to get stuff I never new I would need. I spent a bunch of money I didn't know I had on books for subjects I never new I'd have. I had to buy ridiculous looking clothes. I had to get on a train that was powered by a steam engine and departed off a platform that didn't exist.

Then I'm in that one empty compartment and people come in and stare at me. I bet they all want to se my scar – I'm glad its not somewhere noticeable, like on my forehead or something. Its pretty well hidden, though.

I don't remember most of the other kids I met on the train. All the boys and girls that come in uninvited, stare at me and leave again, mix up in a blur.

Only two faces stand out

One blonde, one dark

Air and earth, dragon and lion. As different as they can be, but equally beautiful.

I don't know why, but these two matter.

The rest of the ride passed in silence, I think I made it quite clear that I don't want to be bothered. We get to the freak school eventually and are picked up by a giant. We cross a lake in small boats to get to the castle.

Hogwarts. My new home. A freak show. Welcome to my nightmare.

Maybe it won't be so bad, dragon and lion are in my boat. We're not talking, just looking at the castle, the boats, each other.

I know I'm going to be sorted into one of four houses. I can only hope we'll end up together.

I can sense they don't like each other much. It's not something as personal as hate, it just feels like they know they aren't supposed to talk with someone so different.

When did I get so sensitive to other peoples feelings?

I think it's just them, though.

I try to make a start.

„Hey", I say, struggling to find something to say that sounds smart and funny, „I'm Neville"

Well done, genius!

„I know" sais Air, the blonde kid. „I'm Draco Malfoy, future Slytherin Prefect and potions genious"

At least HE is smart and funny. We talk, and Earth introduces himself as Harry. We arrive at the castle and climb out of the boat – not quite friends, but clearly on our way to it.

We get into some small room and an old lady gives us instructions on what to do, one of the girls even takes notes.

We are led to a gigantic hall after a while, and we get called on stage. I have to sit on the chair to put on that battered old hat before Harry and Draco, but I know Draco wants to be in Slytherin, so I'll try to be sorted into that house. Harry said he wanted to be a Gryffindor, but he wasn't too sure. I felt it.

OK, so the hat is on my head and starts talking to me how I am a hero and how I'm supposed to act like one and tat he's probably required to sort me into Gryffindor, but all I can think is that I might end up in Gryffindor with the girl who took notes instead of Slytherin with Air and Earth and that I might be all alone and

„Hufflepuff" shouts the hat. What?? Isn't that the house where the lazy people go?  Hufflepuff table erupts with applause. Hey, I can't blame them. They just got „the boy who lived" sorted into their house.

Draco is being sorted. Into Slythrin, of course.

 And Harry goes to Gryffindor

Everything is wrong. I never wanted to be here, and as soon as I make a friend (or two), they are taken from me.
I stare at the tablecloth. Food appears by magic, but I don't want to eat. People around me start talking to me, but I don't want to hear anything.

I'm alone. NOW my life is hell.

end chapter 1