Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. I do, however, own certain characters that I made myself, for example: Rolo Neco Wolderven.

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Authors Note: Here's the next chapter, about the same length as the first one. This chapter is mainly dialogue and is not particularly exciting but the stories just starting to warm up and will eventually get better. Enjoy!


Rolo's eyes fluttered open as he woke up; he pushed himself up with one hand and wiped sleep from his eyes with the other. He thought he was still back in his fathers house before he looked around and remembered everything that had happened, he groaned softly as he looked around the house he was in. The man that had interrogated him last night was sitting on an armchair in front of him, his head to one side, a small bit of drool dripping from his lips as he snored. Now that Rolo didn't have two wands pointed at him he was able to think clearly; He studied the man in front of him curiously. He had brown curly hair and his face was slightly rounded and had a few scars etched on his cheeks and forehead. He remembered vaguely that he was called Neville.

Thinking of the man reminded him of the other person, a woman; He couldn't remember if her name had been mentioned or not, all he remembered that she had long, dirty blonde hair and that she had cuddled him while he cried himself to sleep. He grunted when he thought about that, he hadn't cried in a long time! Never mind been cuddled! His father had never shown him any physical emotion and said crying was for babies and fools, Rolo hadn't cried since. He sat up a bit higher and realized that a large blanket covered his legs and most of his upper body; he pulled off the cover and swung his legs round, sitting up straight.

The woman had mentioned something about a Phoenix and it was only now that he realized that it most likely was a Phoenix, but he just wasn't sure why it had helped him in his time of need. He leant his head back on the chair and thought over what he was going to do; He had no other relatives as far as he knew and his father certainly wouldn't welcome him back with open arms, Rolo didn't even want to go back after what he had seen in his study. Thinking of the study brought back bad memories; firstly of the portrait of Lord Voldemort and his fathers plans to conquer. He realized how impulsive and stupid his actions were when he decided to go snooping in the study, his father would obviously had defensive enchantments or alerting charms surrounding it, how else would he have known Rolo was in his study?

His thoughts turned to whether or not he should go looking for his mothers relatives but he decided against it; no point in putting them in danger of his father when he came looking for him! So what was he going to do? Hide from his father from the rest of his life? Go back to his father and apologize? Stay here and wait for these people to wake up? Die? He was interrupted from his morbid thoughts when the man in front of him stirred and then fully woke up when he realized Rolo was awake.

"Morning." The man said sleepily, wiping the bit of drool from his chin. Rolo momentarily wondered how the Phoenix knew to take him to a place where people talked English.

"Good morning, sir." He said politely, his father had always insisted that he had addressed him properly, with respect. However, the man in front of him grimaced slightly when he said it.

"There's no need to call me 'sir', just call me Neville." The man -Neville- replied, before standing up from his seat.

"OK, Mr. - err... Neville." Rolo replied awkwardly, he saw adults as authoritative figures, above children like himself; he wasn't sure why this one seemed different.

"You hungry? Rolo isn't it?" The man asked him as he made his way past Rolo and over to the dining table behind him.

"Yes." He replied to both questions, the man motioned for him to come and take a seat at the table before heading into the door to the right of the kitchen. Rolo made his way over to the table and sat on one of the chairs while he listened to the man fuss about in the kitchen, it took around five minutes before the man came through with two plates and two glasses, making them float with his wand. In those five minutes Rolo was contemplating on just what the hell he was going to do. The plate that landed in front of him contained what Rolo would call a feast; He had a few slices of toast, egg, sausages, beans, black pudding, a pancake and a potato scone. His knew his father had a lot of money but food wasn't the highest thing on his agenda, as long as he had enough to keep him going his father was happy.

"Thank you." Rolo thanked Neville politely as the plates were set down on the table.

"No problem." The man replied, picking up a knife and fork and beginning to eat his food. Rolo, his stomach aching with the lack of food, carefully picked up his cutlery and began to eat his fill. To his own surprise he managed to eat every single thing and was soon mopping up the last of the eggs yoke with a bit of bread, he had remained silent through the meal and had not spoken to Neville once. Once he had finished he took his glass of some sort of orange coloured juice which he gulped down greedily, the words 'Pumpkin Juice' randomly came to mind. As he sat his glass down he realized that he could see the mans aura, he had noticed at as he was so used to seeing his fathers and friends -or followers- dark aura's and it was only now that he studied it.

The colour red was how he saw it; it wasn't as shiny or as thick as his fathers but was still felt more powerful than some of his father's followers. He felt love, passion, courage and and natural goodness come from the aura and was vaguely surprised of how he had been scared of a man with an aura like this.

"So," Neville started, putting down his drink and placing his hairy arms on the table. "Where are you from? I haven't heard of any Woldervens from around here."

"I lived in Germany with my father but he said that my mother lived in England." Rolo replied nervously, feeling a bit reassured when the man smiled warmly at him.

"Oh yeah, I've heard about the Woldervens now that I come to think of it." Neville said, once he recognized the name his eyes seemed to darken momentarily and Rolo thought he probably knew why. "What age are you Rolo?" He asked him curiously, diverting from the subject of his family.

"I became eleven in June." Rolo responded.

"Have you received any magical education at all?" Neville asked him, using his wand to pile the plates on top of one another.

"No, my father said that once we moved to Britain that I would get a wand and he would start training me. I can apparate though." Rolo added, when he said it the plates dropped and smashed on the table.

"Reparo," He muttered hastily before looking at Rolo with widened eyes. "You can apparate?" He asked, astonished. Rolo didn't know what was so surprising about that.

"Since I was too, I can see peoples aura's as well. Can't everyone?" He asked confused, he was sure that everyone could. Neville's eyes widened more at the new revelation.

"Most Witches and Wizards can apparate, yes, but not one at your age. And no wizard I know can see people's magical aura's, although I'd bet my wand that Dumbledore could." Neville replied, again the name 'Dumbledore' cropped up.

"Who is this Dumbledore?"

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, greatest wizard I ever knew. He used to be Headmaster of Hogwarts before he was murdered." Neville responded, a gleam in his eyes.

"Hogwarts? Is that a school?" Rolo asked, now positively bursting with questions.

"Yep, up in Scotland. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, if you lived in Britain you could have gone." Neville answered. "I work there, Herbology Professor and Head of the Gryffindor House. Amazing place it is. Luna, my wife, is going to start work there as Charms Professor since Flitwick left, fifteen days till the start of term."

"Could I go there?" Rolo asked abruptly, surprising himself with the question. He suddenly remembered his father saying something about Hogwarts being one of the safest places in the world; if he went there... maybe his dad wouldn't find him.

"Well all of the letters have been sent out already and the return date passed sixteen days ago but..." Neville replied, eyes narrowing in thought. "If you really wanted to go I'm sure I could persuade the Headmaster to let you in."

"You could? Oh, thank you so much." Rolo said relieved, he had an odd feeling that he would be safe there.

"What about you though? And your family?" Neville asked him.

"My mother is supposedly dead and I don't think my father is too happy with me right now, nor I with him." Rolo added in an after-thought. Neville smiled sadly at him.

"I'm meeting with the Headmaster today at Hogwarts, I'm sure Luna will be happy to let you stay until you're ready to go." Neville said, it was a moment before Rolo understood what he meant.

"What? Stay here, with you?" Rolo asked in confusion and happiness, he had never been treated with such friendliness.

"Sure, unless you don't want to..." Neville trailed.

"No, I want to! I mean... if that's like- err... alright." Rolo stuttered embarrassingly, afraid that he'd came across to strongly.

"It's alright, we'll just wait till Luna gets up and then I'll ask her but I'm sure it will be OK." Neville said. Rolo suppressed a grin; he had no idea why he felt so happy. They were silent for a couple of minutes while Neville took the dishes and glasses back into the kitchen before coming back in and sitting down in front of him again, Rolo had a feeling that he wanted to ask something but was reluctant for some reason.

"What is it?" Rolo asked him abruptly after the silence had stretched too long for his liking.

"Well..." Neville replied only looking slightly surprised. "I was just wondering about what you said last night; about your father and Voldemort." Rolo had been expecting it and had his answer ready.

"I'll tell you how it started." Rolo began before describing in detail about his fathers late night escapades and then continuing with telling him about what had happened after Rolo decided to enter his study.

"I thought you had some Gryffindor in you." Neville said, Rolo thought he was referring to when he had entered his fathers study.

"Gryffindor?" Rolo enquired.

"Oh, I forgot. Gryffindor is one of the houses in Hogwarts, I was in that one." He explained before turning the conversation back to his father's plans. "If what you say is true..." And he stopped suddenly, realization dawning on his face.

"What is it?" Rolo demanded immediately, knowing it was something important by the way the mans aura let off feelings of fear, seriousness and anger.

"The Dark Wizard that has been spotted around Hogwarts." And when Rolo looked confused. "Accio Prophet" He chanted and a large newspaper flew into his hand. "Look." He said, showing him the front page. Rolo examined the main headline which sported the title; 'DARK WIZARD SIGHTED NEAR HOGWARTS!' He swiftly read through it and understanding came to him.

"So that's where he's been going." Rolo muttered and looked to Neville who was looking at Rolo expectantly. "I remember seeing a book about Hogwarts on my father's desk, I can't properly remember the title, but it must be him." He continued, wondering what his father wanted with Hogwarts. "Wait." Rolo said as another memory came to mind:

'Is is necessary to get it? I cannot see why I need it; I am strong enough to do it with my own powers.' His father said.

'It is not necessary, but if you wish to rule unopposed it will be essential to our plans.' He had heard another voice say, the voice had sent tingles down his spine but he had kept on listening regardless.

'Then I will see to it.' His father had said.

"What is it?" Neville asked, curiosity pulsing from his aura.

"When I heard my father talking to Voldemort in his study, I heard him talking about 'getting something'." And he went on to recount the conversation to Neville in more detail than he had previously. Rolo's heart was beating furiously with these new revelations.

"It must be something to strengthen him." Neville mused once he had heard the conversation. "Probably magically, and it's in Hogwarts. Blimey! I feel like Harry Potter!" Rolo tilted his head at the unfamiliar name.

"Harry Potter?" He asked.

"He was the one who finished off Voldemort in the end, one of my friends. Actually, he might want to know about this; He's the head of Auror office after Kingsley took up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher." Neville explained, Rolo guessed that Defense Against the Dark Arts was a subject at Hogwarts, and obviously this Kingsley person was the Teacher. "I think I will go and tell him later, after I tell Luna. He'll want to know about another Dark Wizard. What is your father's name?" Neville asked him in an afterthought.

"Vollo Wolderven." Rolo stated, knowing that he was giving his father away to some sort of Dark Wizard catchers, his father had told him about Aurors. Although he didn't know how powerful this Harry Potter person was he somehow doubted that he would be able to capture his father, for he was both powerful and cunning.

"OK, I'll fill Harry in later." Neville muttered. They were interrupted from their dark conversation as Neville's, wife or partner, came downstairs, the bottom step to the left of the table.

"Good morning." She said dreamily as she floated into the Kitchen area and plopped down on a seat beside Neville, to Rolo's left. "How are you today Rolo?"

"I'm good, how are you Miss..." He didn't know her second name and paused thoughtfully.

"Longbottom, just call me Luna." She finished for him. "And I'm feeling great."

"Well I've got some news." Neville said before he went on to explain all that he and Rolo had figured out about his father and what he had to do with Hogwarts.

"Well that is definitely some interesting news." Luna said once he had finished. "But what is Rolo going to do in the meantime; do you have any other family Rolo?" She asked turning to him but before he could reply Neville said:

"I was wondering if he could stay here for a while if that's alright. He wants to go to Hogwarts but he has no where else to stay until the start of term." Neville asked Luna, Rolo tensed physically as she thought for no more than a second.

"That's alright, I'll be happy to have a guest in the house." Luna responded and turned to smile at Rolo how had let his body relax as soon as she had said; 'That's alright'. "But the Hogwarts letters were sent a while ago, and the return date passed more than two weeks ago, how will he get in?" Luna asked Neville.

"I'll speak to the Headmaster about it, I'm sure he'll let him in." Was Neville's answer.

"So, what are we going to do about Rolo's father?" Luna asked Neville.

"I'm going to tell Harry, he is the Head of Auror Office after all, I'm sure he'll know what to do." Neville responded instantly having already spoken about it to Rolo. "I'll apparate to his house in a minute then I'll go to the Headmaster with Rolo's request." Rolo couldn't hide his smile, for some reason going to Hogwarts seemed like a good idea. And he was most surprised that these strangers were willing to help him, willing to let him stay at their house! Neville left like he said he would, heading out the house and walking just beyond the front gate before twisting sharply and disappearing with a loud crack. Luna disappeared into the kitchen where she re-entered a couple of minutes later with a small breakfast which she eat will Rolo read the newspaper entitled 'The Daily Prophet'. He tried to get an idea of the topics of debate in Britain as he would surely need to know some things if he was accepted into Hogwarts.

"We have a spare room you can sleep in until you leave for Hogwarts." Luna said once she had finished with her breakfast, she obviously thought that he would get in.

"Thanks, Erm... what is Hogwarts like? I mean; Neville said something about Gryffindor and things." Rolo asked her.

"Well there are four Houses; Gryffindor, that house values courage, nerve and chivalry above all else. Then there's Ravenclaw, the one I was in, it values intelligence, creativity, wit and wisdom. Hufflepuff values hard work, loyalty, fair play and tolerance. Slytherin, the house of the serpent, values ambition, cunning, resourcefulness and pure-blood heritage." Rolo flinched mentally when he heard that, his father would have fit well in Slytherin. "The houses are named after the four founders; Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff and Salazar Slytherin. They..." She went on to explain about the four founders and their ideals and traits before moving on to more of Hogwarts long history. She told him of the schools curriculum, famous witches and wizards that had attended it, Quidditch, Legends and old Headmasters. She covered everything she knew including some stories about the Harry Potter person he had heard about and some of the adventures he had had in Hogwarts.

He sat enthralled as she described the layout of the castle and how the stairs moved in the Grand Staircase; he only opened his mouth to ask a question about something or someone, the rest of the time he listened with his mouth hanging open slightly. Hogwarts sounded like a great place of magic and fun, he couldn't wait to go. He couldn't wait to meet Harry Potter who sounded like a hero; Brave, wise and powerful. He had learned that he was in Gryffindor, which did not surprise him, and immediately Rolo wanted to be placed in that house as well. Luna eventually began to tell him about the Battle of Hogwarts that had happened a mere nineteen years ago, when Harry Potter had eventually killed Lord Voldemort. She told him the part she played in its defense, as well as the other students and teachers. Along with an organization she called the 'Order of the Phoenix'. It all sounded like one great, big adventure waiting to happen for Rolo and he just couldn't wait to go and explore the whole place. If he got in. When she finished her speech all Rolo could say was; 'Wow...'

"It's great there; I'm going back as a teacher this year so maybe I'll see you there. I'll be teaching Charms, Neville teaches Herbology as well." She said smiling at his excited expression, she emitted and aura of intelligence, warmth and positive ness. Rolo was quickly growing to like her, and Neville who Luna said was almost as brave as Harry Potter himself when she recounted the remarkable things he had done at the battle of Hogwarts; including killing Voldemort's own snake.

"Who is the Headmaster now?" Rolo asked her as he wondered who Neville was going to ask.

"Massi Leadbetter, he's and American Wizard. He used to teach at the Salem's Witches Institute and eventually became Headmaster there but when he realized that Hogwarts position was open when Minerva McGonagall retired he applied instantly. Hogwarts is one of the most known magical schools in the world, I don't think he'll object to letting you in; he's a nice guy." She replied and Rolo's hopes were heightened further. Rolo was interrupted from his thoughts when there was a burst of flame from in front of him; the Phoenix was back! The magnificent bird was standing on the table, a small envelope clutched between its golden beak, it was watching him intently.

"Is this for me?" Rolo asked warily, shaking off his initial shock at seeing the bird. The bird inclined it's head slightly and Rolo was again impressed by it's apparent intelligence, he just wanted to know why it kept helping him... He lightly took the letter from it and it made to teleport again but Rolo stopped it:

"Wait!" He half-shouted as it brought up it's wings as if to teleport again, it stopped at his voice. "Who are you? And why do you keep helping me?" He asked it, thinking that he wasn't going to get an answer.

'I have found my new master' He heard a small voice say in his head which he realized must be coming from the bird in front of him. It brought it's wings up again to teleport.

"Wait a sec." He said again and it stopped once more, it seemed that it was talking about him being it's new master. "Next time you come, don't do the flashy fire thing, please." He said, he almost expected it to smile but it simply inclined it's head again before bringing up it's wings and disappearing, this time, without a flicker of flame.

"I have found my new master?" Luna repeated, she had obviously heard it too. "Well you're a very lucky person Rolo! It's not everyday a Phoenix swears allegiance to you!" She exclaimed. She was right, why did it choose him? He pushed it from his mind for the moment as he looked at the seal on the back of the letter, it was the crest of Hogwarts which Luna had described to him. Could it be? He turned it over and read the green-inked writing on the front. 'Mr. Rolo Wolderven, Kitchen in the Longbottom household.' The rest was names of places in which the Neville house was situated but he did not recognize them.

"It's from me from Hogwarts!" Rolo exclaimed excitedly, Luna was smiling at his excitement.

"Open it up and see what it says." She told him. So he did. There was a small bit of parchment written in the same green ink.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Head Master: Massi Leadbetter

Dear Mr. Wolderven,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find the enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than August 20.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

He read it over quickly, and then again. He recognized Minerva McGonagall as being the Depute Headmistress, well that was what Luna had said. She used to be Headmistress but retired to Depute Head as she was getting to old for the leading job, but she still wanted to stay at the school. He looked up at Luna, his eyes positively shining in glee.

"I've been accepted!" He burst out in joy. Luna congratulated him heartily

"Great! I guess Neville worked his non-existent charm." She joked, Rolo laughed at the small joke. There was an audible crack from outside which signaled Neville's return.

"Did you get the letter?" Neville asked coming in the front door. "The Phoenix came and took it before teleporting away again, did you get it?" He repeated again, Rolo held up the letter to show him.

"Great! Massi was more than happy to let you in, I'll get the owl so you can send back a reply." He said, making his way up the stairs to their left. Rolo read over the letter again before realizing there was another letter in the envelope, he read it with renewed excitement:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY UNIFORM

First Year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (black). One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar). One winter cloak (black, sliver fastenings).

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration by Emetic Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

Wand, cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) set, glass or crystal phials, telescope set, brass scales.

Students may also bring an Owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARTENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

Finally I can get a wand, Rolo thought to himself as he read over the letter one more time. He sensed Luna leave him to enter the kitchen. When he had re-read the letter Neville bundled down the stairs, a large brown owl standing on his outstretched arm. A quill, and ink bottle and a small piece of parchment in the other.

"Here." He said sitting the owl on the table and handing him the other three writing items. "Just write 'Yes' on the letter and give it to Augusta who'll take back your reply." He instructed him. Rolo hastened to obey and dipped the tip of the quill in the ink bottle and scribbled a small 'Yes' at the top of him, and then wrote 'From Rolo Wolderven' just underneath it as an afterthought. He gave the letter to Neville who studied it before nodding curtly and rolling it up before giving it to the Owl he had called ' Augusta' which Rolo thought was a weird name for an owl but did not comment on it. Once the letter was safely in place Neville told it where to go.

"Take this to Massi Leadbetter who is in the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts." Neville instructed, the owl let out a small 'hoot' and pecked Neville's outstretched hand sharply. "I'll give you a treat when you get back." Neville said a bit sternly, Rolo held back a grin at the owl's actions. Hooting again the owl took flight and swept out of the window and into the sunny sky, Rolo watched it until it became a speck and disappeared into nothingness, making it's way to Hogwarts.

"So, I guess you're going to Hogwarts then." Neville commented, making his way over to one of the couches and placing himself on it. Rolo hastened to follow and sat on the couch which he had slept on.

"Yeah." Rolo replied, still clutching the letters in his hand. "Where will I get all this stuff?" He asked Neville while waving the piece of parchment at Neville.

"Diagon Alley, you'll be able to get everything there. We'll go tomorrow if you like." He responded.

"Yeah, OK." Rolo said. Then he remembered something else. "I have some money, and a key for a place called Gringotts. My father used to live in Britain and he said that there was some gold in it, I could use it to but stuff if you know where Gringotts is." Rolo expected it to be some sort of chest or something which Neville did not know of and he felt his hopes fade for Hogwarts. Would he even be able to buy all the stuff he needed?

"Gringotts is a bank in Diagon Alley, we'll take a small stop in there first, to collect your gold." Neville said and Rolo was filled with happiness again. Everything was just slotting into place. "I talked to Harry about your father." Neville started and Rolo's interest was instantly peaked, after hearing so much about the man Rolo was interested in anything to do with him. "He relaying orders to his Aurors as we speak, I think they're planning to capture him on one of his night vigils." Neville continued and Rolo instantly froze.

"They- They're going to c-capture him?" He stuttered out quietly. He knew his father was a Dark Wizard intent on doing some bad things but he was still his father, what would they do to him once he was captured? Kill him? Rolo could hardly bare the thought of it.

"Is there something wrong?" Neville asked him curiously, not understanding his internal dilemma.

"Y- No, nothings wrong." Rolo covered up for himself, there was no point in trying to explain how he felt about the whole thing, and it was just too confusing for an eleven year old to put into words. Neville looked at him knowingly for a couple of seconds but then it went from his face and he changed the subject which Rolo was happy for.

"Do you know anything about Hogwarts?" Neville asked casually, which Rolo was thankful of.

"Yeah, Luna filled me in on it. I hope I get put in Gryffindor." He replied.

"I was in Gryffindor," Neville said. "In the most un-biased way possible I would say that it is the best house infact, I'm the Head of Gryffindor now so if you do get in it I'll be your Head of House." Neville revealed which Rolo was happy to hear, that would mean at least one friendly face. Neville pulled a small watch out of his robe pocket and looked at it for a few seconds. "I think it's lunchtime." He announced, Rolo had no idea that so much time had passed already.


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