AN: i hate this chaptr nah jk

Also thank you guys so much for the two reviews! I still haven't finished chapter eleven, but I have twelve, so I need to go and work on those, until then, this should be updating daily because I have 4-10 done!

The train ride from Hogwarts was long and boring. He sat in Draco, Vincent, and Gregory's cabin, watching as they tried to perform the Patronus Charm.

"How can you do it? What memory did you choose?" Draco had asked. Neville told him, and after that, Draco was able to cast his Patronus. It was a dragon. Vince and Greg were still unable to cast the spell.

Neville waits for his grandmother, Augusta Longbottom, at Kings Cross. She is horribly late. Usually she's waiting at the station for him to get off the train, but today she has left him waiting for at least an hour. Harry had been taken home by his aunt and uncle already. They seemed like awful people.

Draco refused to leave until Neville's grandmother came for him. There was still a strand of rope left in the ties of their friendship after all. It had been two hours and Neville was starting to get worried. Lucius spotted Neville's grandmother in the crowd, and the Malfoy's left. Neville greeted his Grandmother with a sigh. She apologized over and over for her lateness. Apparently she was renovating their new house.

Wait... NEW HOUSE?

Neville is pissed off. He's in the passenger seat of her car and he's completely pissed off. She's attempting to ask how his school year was and he's so pissed off. He won't even talk to her. She's never done this. She's never done anything major without telling him. He loved that house. That was where he grew up all his life, that was where his grandfather died, and that was where he Draco, Vincent, and Gregory all met. That was where he found out he was a wizard. Where he knew he wasn't a disgrace to his family, that he wasn't a squib.

"Neville, you can't stay in a house your whole life, you have to move on." she says, but he doesn't respond, he remains silent.

The rest of the ride is spent in silence. They arrive at their destination in half an hour. It was Little Whinging. They pull into the parkway of Number Five, Privet Drive. It's very quiet. Neville looked around skeptically as he got out of the car. He doesn't have he best eyesight-well, better than Harry Potter- but he can see his new neighbors all stare at him from behind curtains. So it was that type of neighborhood. He eyes the house cautiously. It's much smaller than his old one. It's a two-story house, but the other one was a twenty-story house. Excessive, yes, but it was thinner, too. His grandmother walks up to the door and unlocks it using the charm, Alohamora. He trudges unwillingly into the open door.

Neville hates his new room. It's cramped compared to his old room. The room already has all of his stuff in it. Thank god he didn't have much in it to begin with. He still has his twin-sized bed, his writing desk, his dressers, his owl clock, and wooden lamp with owls carved into it. He sets his pet toad, Trevor, on the top of the dresser, next to his lamp. He then walks over to the new window. His starry curtains survived the move. They still sparkle and shine like the night. He pulls them back and opens his window to look at the people next door. His new neighbors had their curtains open as well. He could see into what appeared to be a bedroom. It was only from the side though. Not that great a view. Maybe this guy-or maybe even a girl- is nice.

"I suppose I should tell you why we have moved." his grandmother speaks. They had just finished dinner and Neville is ready to go upstairs and head on to bed, but she has decided to interrupt this. "It was on Albus Dumbledore's command. I trust that man with my life. He wants you to be close to Mrs. Figg, another member of the Order of the Phoenix, so he can keep an eye on you. Sorry, dear. I had to move for Albus."

Neville isn't upset even though he clasps his hands on the table like he is. He's just thinking about things like, "why didn't she tell me this in the first place", "couldn't Mrs. Figg have moved", and "why does he need to watch me". He decides to reply with, "I understand." and heads on to bed.

Life isn't much easier for him in Privet Drive. In fact, it's worse. Much worse. He can't do magical things in a muggle neighborhood, he can't send letters by way of owl because the Ministry of Magic is snatching owls out of the air, he can't talk to the neighbors in case they're Death Eaters(his grandmother's rules. Ugh, that's no fun), and he can't leave, ever, unless it's an emergency exit to St. Mungo's. Neville is extremely sure this is some sort of cruel and unusual punishment. He doesn't know what he did wrong, but he's sure it wasn't that bad.

It's only been a week and he's already horribly upset. Yes, today, or rather, tonight, it is Sunday, July 3rd, and Neville is incredibly bored.

He's been working on a garden in the backyard. It's going great. He can't work with magical plants, so he's learning about muggle ones. His only problem with them is how slow their trees grow, and how they don't glow, either. How was he supposed to know where the pests were in the Oaken Tree? Well, it wasn't an Oaken Tree, those were magical and strictly prohibited by his grandmother. It was called an Oak Tree. It was a very boring plant. He decided to sneak and use the super-growth soil Professor Sprout had given him on it, making it grow much faster. He's not too happy with the non-magical result though. It's absolutely boring. It bears no fruit, it doesn't glow, and it doesn't even show any sign of life. No face, no movement, it appears dead. It doesn't matter though. Next time, Neville decides, he'll plant that Venus Flytrap he's read so much about. Hopefully they were nothing like the Mercury Deertraps.

"I'll be gone for a week. I've left sufficient provisions for you until then. Remember, don't open the door for anybody except Mrs. Figg and Dumbledore. I've left a paper with the questions for them in case of Polyjuice Potion. Also, don't go outside. It's too dangerous." It had been a month. They have lived here successfully for a month, and his grandmother is talking about safety? Neville has snuck out so many times he knew the neighborhood inside and out. He could make a map of it if he wanted to. He hadn't talked to any of the neighbors, but he knew of them.

There is a boy he has heard of multiple times, but he's a recluse. Neville has seen hide nor hair of him, and yet he lives next door. Neville thinks he sees him sometimes though, peeking out of his curtains at him.

Furthermore, Neville is almost sixteen. She can't keep babying him. He probably knows more about Death Eaters than she does.

"Okay, grandma." he conforms to her rules. Until she leaves, that is.

It's been two days since she's been gone and already he has introduced himself to all of he neighbor's(the Dursley's being his least favorite though none of them are really that nice), jogged to the park each day to keep up his build, and rented seven books about muggle plants indigenous to Britain.

He's starting to get more curious about the boy next door. He knocked on the Dursley's door, and started up a conversation with the housewife, Petunia in an attempt to eke out information about him. He ended up getting more information than he needed to know about her son, Dudley. So basically, he knows nothing about the boy next door. That is, except for one big thing.

The boy has sent him a letter.

Yes, he sent an anonymous letter by way of owl just a few minutes ago. That meant he's a wizard. Now Neville saw why he was hidden from the public. Muggles are cruel. The boy didn't know Neville's name, either. So neither knew who the other was. That was fine. What was weird was what was written, and the anonymous name the boy chose.

It read: "Hello, I'm your neighbor. I think you're cute. Is that okay? I don't know if you're bent or not. I've been watching you from the window. What's your name? I'm not allowed to see you. I can't leave the front yard, my relatives say I'm too weird to hang out anywhere. Ms. Figg has told me you're a wizard. Me too. I'm fifteen. You can call me Antlers."

It was weird for a number of reasons. One, Neville found it a tad creepy for someone to be watching his every move in the privacy of his bedroom. Two, why would Ms. Figg say that? And three, why was his alias "Antlers"? What an odd choice.

So he sends the snowy owl back with a response saying, "Hello Antlers. You can call me White-Tail. I'm also fifteen. I've never seen you before. Can I? Could you look out your window? Just your eyes if you're too shy. And yes, I'm bent."

Soon after, the boy shrouds himself in his curtains, leaving only his eyes in view. He's wearing glasses that are almost perfect circles in shape. They cover most of his face from what Neville can tell. His eyes are big and dang it... they're beautiful. They're very feminine, almond shaped with innocent, shining, forest green eyes. Then, after a minute, he retreats shyly. Neville's mouth fell open. If this guy has amazing eyes, he definitely wanted to see more of him.

Antlers sent another letter later at night: "Sorry, I had to revise this over and over again before I got this letter right. So what did you think? Do you like my eyes? I would show you the rest of me, but I'm afraid you won't like me, sorry. I've been told I'm too (he never finished this sentence, Neville notices) I wish I could actually meet you. What are your interests? I see you like to workout. I like to hang out with my friends and getting into trouble. I'm surprised half the Hogwarts staff doesn't hate me. You are a wizard right? If not, that's a boarding school in Scotland. There's four houses, and I'm in Gryffindor. That's for those who are brave. The others are Hufflepuff for friendlier folk, Ravenclaw for intelligent minds, and Slytherin for the evil people, quite frankly. Which house would you choose?"

Neville's reply: "Slytherin. Just kidding! I go to Hogwarts too, and I'm a Gryffindor. I think I should've been a Hufflepuff though. I don't feel that brave. Hey, I've obviously been seeing your owl a lot, and I was wondering what is his name? I wish I had an owl. All I have is a toad. His name is Trevor. He was a gift from my Uncle Algie for getting into Hogwarts. I like my toad, but he gets lost often and it's very frustrating. Also, I like to garden and read. I've been reading this book called Jurassic Park. It's really good."

Antlers' reply: "Cool! We should be in the same year, right? Maybe we can meet up. My owls name is Hedwig and it's a she. What year are you? I'm a fifth year."
White-Tail's reply: "That'd be nice. And sorry. I'm a sixth year. (Neville was talking about he year he would be in when he came back to Hogwarts, and assumed Antlers was saying the same) Sorry if this is weird or hurtful, but what is your blood-type? I'm not a blood supremacist, just curious. I'm a pureblood and I was mainly wonder if how you got stuck with muggles."

Antler's reply: "It's okay. I'm a half-blood. My parents are dead. My mother was a muggle-born, and my father was a pureblood with absolutely no family. That's why I'm with her stupid family. Saying it sucks would be like saying cutting your arm off creates a minor slash. You live with your grandmother, right?"

Neville was going to reply but there was a weird knock. A weird knock as in a frantic knock. It had two seconds in-between about five knocks. Neville puts his quill down to answer the door as perhaps it's Antlers.

He approaches the door apprehensively, holding his arm out as his hand grabs the door just in case the surprise visitor jumps out at him. It didn't, it just stood there, sobbing violently. It's disheveled, with messy platinum blonde hair. The fact that it's standing in the rain doesn't make it look any better. It's just wearing a black cloak, nothing is covering it's head. It's grey eyes are full of forgiveness, pleading, and sorrow.

"Draco?"

AN: SO MANY QUESTIONS! Why is Draco here? What is the memory he and Neville share? Who is Antlers? Why is Neville so dumb?