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The fireplace roared, and turned a startling shade of green. Danny jumped slightly, and looked curiously at the fireplace. He knew this was floo, but he'd never seen it in action before. A light, sooty powder was spread from the now green fire, and a woman walked out.

"Would you look at that hat," Danny thought to himself. It was feathery, and resembled an ostrich sticking its neck out. Danny had never seen any hat like it. She was wearing a green dress, and carried a bright red handbag.

"Well, Dumbledore," she said impatiently. "Where is the boy?" She looked around the room, and when her gaze zeroed in on Danny, he hunched in on himself. She reminded him of a neighbor he had in the states, who was extremely strict and threatened to call the cops every time there was an explosion in the lab.

"This is young Daniel Fenton," Minerva said as she stood behind him and touched his shoulders. She led him slightly to the woman, and Danny was sorely tempted to plant his feet.

The ostrich-hat lady peered down at him, with a strict, powerful stare. She looked like she was just a dumpy old witch with a strange sense of fashion, but that look told him she was a force to be reckoned with.

"I am Augusta Longbottom, Mr. Fenton-"

"Danny."

She frowned deeper at the interruption, and Danny groaned internally. She was one of those strict, no nonsense type of adults. He'd have to be careful around this one. "You may call me Mrs. Longbottom, Daniel, and it has come to my attention that you need a home to stay at before entering Hogwarts."

"I don't need a home, I have my bunker-"

"You need a new home," Severus interrupted sternly. Danny, very maturely, stuck his tongue out at him. Severus looked like he was either going to curse him into next week, or stick his own tongue out.

The two had a staring match for a bit, then finally Danny conceded. "Fine." He scowled at his feet.

"Well," Minerva said, her lips very thin. "If you two are quite finished, I'd like to explain a few things." She looked down at Danny, who at the moment really despised his height. Her tall, pointy hat didn't make it any better. "You will be staying with Mrs. Longbottom until you settle in at Hogwarts, Danny. She has a grandson of her own, and a large estate, so I doubt you will have trouble entertaining yourself. I expect you to be a good boy with them, am I clear?"

Danny gulped. This lady was really intimidating. "Yes. Crystal. Crystal clear."

"Good."

Dumbledore looked at all of them for a moment, then smiled. "I hope you'll enjoy your stay with the Longbottoms, Danny. If you have any questions, you may owl us." He led the elderly witch and the young wizard to the fireplace, and gave them a bit of floo powder.

"Longbottom manor," Mrs. Longbottom announced loudly to the green flames. She took Danny's hand in a firm but comfortable grip and took him through the fireplace. He found floo much more comfortable than apparition, though he was now convinced wizards had the oddest forms of travel.

"We need to get you into a bath, Daniel, you reek to high heaven," she said, taking in his long, tangled hair and dirty clothes. "Some new clothes, would be nice as well…"

"Gran?" a boy Danny hadn't noticed before said. "Who's that?"

"This is Daniel Fenton, Neville, and he will be staying with us for a few months. Remember what I told you, hmm?"

Neville mumbled his assent to his feet, and looked curiously at Danny out of the corner of his eye. He seemed curious, but didn't ask any more questions. Mrs. Longbottom then led Danny around the corner.

"We'll get you to the bath first...I think I still have some of Neville's old clothes, he's a bit bigger than you are." They arrived at a large, fancy bathroom, with shiny faucets and a large tub at the end. Mrs. Longbottom showed him where the soap and shampoo and such were, and how to work the faucets. Then she left him to undress and clean himself.

Danny shrugged off his large coat, holding it in his hands. It really was quite dirty, and he wasn't sure where to put it, since the bathroom looked so very clean. "Well…," he said to himself. "I don't think she'll mind if the floor get's a little dirty…" He nodded to himself and set the coat on the floor, followed by his other layers of clothing. He struggled a bit with his shoes, since they were small and sticky with tape and he never really took them off, but when he finally freed his sockless feet he set his shoes on top of his clothes. Lastly, he laid his hat on top of the pile.

"Here we go…" He turned on the faucets, and proceeded to scrub two years worth of grime off his skin.

"Neville, I want you to remember that we took him in because he was in a very bad living situation before, so he may seem a little...off, when it comes to things we consider normal at the house. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Gran." Neville understood that. He didn't really know what that meant for him, however. What was Daniel like? He was going to Hogwarts, so he must be magical. Did he like plants like him, or would he think he was girly like everyone else who knew about his hobby?

It was all very confusing. Just a few days ago he and his relatives were marvelling at his Hogwarts letter, and now they had another kid living with them? It was all so sudden. And then there was Daniel's appearance. He'd never been as dirty as that before; even after playing in the mud for an hour (which Gran was very mad about)!

Gran was rummaging through some old boxes full of his old clothes that no longer fit. She chose an outfit, then set it outside the bathroom, shouting through the door that Daniel could wear the clothes outside.

About an hour later (what a long time for a bath, thought Neville) Daniel emerged, looking a lot cleaner with his new old clothes on and his face looking a lot paler without all the grime. The only thing that stood out was his hair.

His hair was a tangled, soggy mess that grew past his shoulders. He could see that it was a dark blue-black, an odd shade of hair he'd never seen before. His hair without the hat looked like it belonged to some crazy hag.

"Would you look at that hair!" Gran exclaimed. She shook her head sharply, conjuring a comb and scissors with her wand. "Let's take care of that-"

"Wait, what?" Daniel said, letting Neville hear his voice for the first time. "No. No way. You're not cutting my hair."

Neville winced. "Might as well let her," he said glumly, remembering his own forced hair cuts. "I've never been able to convince her not to."

In the end, Gran managed to get Daniel's hair to look somewhat tamed. It was still quite soggy, but it was no longer past his shoulders and ending in dreadlocks. It ended just past his ears, uneven-looking and it stuck out all over the place. Gran muttered to herself the whole time, saying something along the lines of hair gel, but left his hair like that.

"Woah," Daniel said. "My head feels all light…" Neville snickered a little as he watched his new house guest run his fingers through his shorter, clean hair. Daniel looked at Neville sharply.

"Neville, right?" he asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

"Y-yeah, that's m-me." God, Neville hated his stutter. And his nervousness. And how he hunched his shoulders whenever someone addressed him. "Nice to meet you, Daniel."

"Danny," he said, very adamant. Neville nodded shakily. Gran suddenly harrumphed to herself, surveying Danny with a look Neville often got when he wasn't doing something productive. Productive in her eyes.

"You need new clothes," she said, scowling. "Neville's don't really fit. You're quite the stick figure, aren't you?"

Danny bristled, and said. "Stick figure?" Neville started wringing his wrists nervously, Danny really didn't know what he was getting into-

"We'll have that fixed up soon, though. We'll get you some new clothes when we go to Diagon Alley, Daniel." She nodded to herself, her ostrich hat bobbing with it. "Neville, why don't you show Daniel around? I have some letters to write, spread the good (albeit surprising) news."

She then left, leaving the two boys alone in the hallway. "Danny. It's Danny." Danny muttered to Mrs. Longbottom's back. Then, he turned to Neville, and stared at him. Neville flustered a bit, not really sure what to do, he never really knew how to act around other kids-

"Er…," Danny said, interrupting the flood of frantic thoughts in Neville's mind. "Uh…"

"L-let's...er...I'll show you the g-garden! Yeah…," Neville said awkwardly. Merlin, why was he such a screwup in everything?

"Sure."

They walked down the hallway, going through a few lavish rooms on their way to the garden. Neville wanted to start a conversation, but had no idea what to say. So the trip was passed in silence, until: "So what's the good news Mrs. Longbottom was talking about?"

"Oh, that." Neville started wringing his wrists again. "Well, f-for a long time my fam-family didn't think I had any magic, and i r-really don't, really, but a f-few years ago I did some accidental magic! B-but Gran didn't think I'd-that I'd be able to go to Hogwarts, b-but I go my letter!"

"Hogwarts? That's cool, we'll be going together then."

"Y-yeah."

"Hey Neville?"

"Hmm?" They reached two large, ornate glass doors that led to the garden out back. Danny gave him an odd look, then rubbed his neck with his hand.

"You should work on that stutter of yours. Heh."

Neville just stared. At first he didn't really know what to think-he'd never met anyone as forward as Danny. Well, he definitely had heard the likes of what he said before, but they were all from the pureblood heirs Gran had forced him to spend time with until she finally realized he was a nervous wreck around them. But they'd all said it with a mean sneer, and constantly made fun of him for it. Danny was perfectly honest, and while blunt, didn't say it meanly.

There was a pause. "Okay," was all Neville said, as he bewilderedly opened to doors to the garden.

It was a large garden, with fancy stone fountains scattered around the flowers and shrubbery. The plants were all magical; each had different properties and dangers, which Neville found endlessly fascinating. Before he knew it, he mouth was rambling on about his hobby while his brain was in Plant-Land.

"We've got a lot of flowers, for sure-but we also have a lot herbs, and we've got some fruit trees on another part of the land. Mostly the herbs are for potions and stuff-I've never made any potions, but I think my grandfather did-and we've got some real cool defense plants in that corner over there-"

"You know a lot about plants, Neville." Danny didn't sound discouraging, though a bit overwhelmed. "I don't really know much about plants, though there was this girl I knew back in the States that had this fly-eating plant, which was pretty weird looking-"

"The States? You lived in America?" Neville said, some wonder seeping into his voice. The American Wizarding World was a bit mysterious; they were all kind of blended in with the Muggle community, different from the total-separation tactic Britain used.

"Y-yeah, for bit." Now it was Danny that looked uncomfortable. "It's been a few years."

"Yeah, you don't have an accent or anything. And I think that plant was a Venus Fly-Trap, a Muggle plant, but we have some magical equivalents-"

Soon, the two boys found themselves talking about plants, and their different diets. Danny seemed to be more interested in the meat-eating ones, while Neville sounded a bit apprehensive of those. They wandered into the corner where Neville said the more dangerous plants were, and he described the cooler ones to Danny. "There's some Devil's Snare, but that likes to strangle people and doesn't like light, so we can't go in-" Danny told him a little bit about his magic, and how he'd had little bursts, weird things like making his sister's books vanish, but the really weird stuff started a few years ago.

"You can turn invisible?" Neville half-whispered, half-shouted. Danny nodded.

"Not for too long, but yeah." He demonstrated. Neville jumped back on the bench they were sitting on, looking around wildly. When Danny reappeared, he let out a loud breath of amazement.

"Without a cloak or anything! That's amazing!" Neville said. Danny sheepishly ducked.

"Glad you think so."

Neville smiled at him, looking a lot less nervous around him than when he first came. "Let's go back inside, Gran'll want me to show you where you're sleeping and stuff."

They walked through the garden and to the house, talking about their Hogwarts letters and what they'll have to get at Diagon Alley. Danny was a bit worried, because he only had the wallets he'd pickpocketed and he didn't think they would appreciate stealing, but Neville said there was a fund for students to get their books and such, mostly intended for poor Muggleborns.

When Neville showed him the guest room he would be sleeping in, his eyes instantly shot to the bed. He made a beeline for it, laughing giddily as he bounced on the soft, springy mattress. He couldn't remember the last time he'd slept in an actual bed-

"Having fun there, Daniel?" Mrs. Longbottom said, entering the room. Danny hopped off the bed.

"Sorry," he said, feeling a bit embarrassed. She was probably going to think he was just like a street urchin, which admittedly he kind of was, but instead she waved him off.

"As long as you don't break it, you'll be fine. As such, if you make any messes, you will be expected to clean them up. Dinner will be in an hour, and tomorrow Algie's coming to the manor. He's very proud of you." She sniffed at that last statement, but Neville's shouts of glee made her scowl less frigid. But eventually she told him to quiet down and calm himself.

She left the room in an irritated huff, the ostrich bobbing with each step. "Cool hat," Danny finally said. Neville gave him an odd look.

"Great-uncle Algie's really cool," Neville said excitedly. "He's the one who discovered my magic in the first place! Well, he dropped me off the hanger, but I bounced, so it's okay."

In the hour before dinner, Neville regaled different tales of his family, while Danny jumped on the bed. Neville eventually joined him, laughing as pillows flew around the room. While Danny was a bit different from other kids, he wasn't off like Gran said he might be. All in all, it was a fun time.

So this was a filler chapter. Sorry it's a little boring. But you gotta admit...Neville is so cute! He's all pudgy and awkward and so adorable I had to make these two friends! I didn't know much about magical plants, so I had to improvise a little. I think it would be cool if Neville's house had devils snare hidden somewhere.

Next chapter will be up soon. As always, if you have any critiques, don't hesitate to tell me! And if you think flames are critiques, go ahead and write those too.

Until next time.