Albus Dumbledore was a man of many talents and responsibilities, one of those responsibilities included being the Headmaster of one of the most prestigious wizarding schools in the world, Hogwarts.

This of course included watching over and looking after all the students (and professors) that walked through its halls.

One student be kept his eyes on in particular was Harry Potter or Harry Thompson, as the boy often corrected.

The boy wasn't at all what he had expected, and this filled him with doubt.

It all had to do with a prophecy, one that was made a few months before the boy had been born, Albus was sure it was to do with him… but now… now he wasn't sure. There was always a chance the prophecy would mean nothing, there was just to many outcomes and different routes people take in life to make something be so… certain. But in time when there is no hope, Albus was man enough to admit, that at the first sign of hope he clung to it, fully believing it to be the truth.

Albus knew he could of stopped Voldemort long before he ever did become Voldemort - but he had just been too shattered to do so. Having already thought one Dark lord, he didn't wanna go on to fight another, especially as he was still just a child, full of potential and future full and bright with possibilities. No Albus did nothing, instead deciding to just keep an eye on the boy called Tom Riddle - and when he became the man known as Voldemort - Albus grasped the first rope of hope he could see and pulled.

But now he wasn't too sure, the boy wasn't at what he expected… he was getting too old for this.

Neville was brilliant.

Harry knew but never quite thought… he would be this brilliant. Deep down beneath the fear he was brave, and very capable in his own right.

But two things stood in his way of greatness, his fear, and his wand. It wouldn't be too difficult for Harry to make Neville get over his fear, just a little time and patients… the wand however.

He had told Harry that it was originally his father's, his Great Grandmother wanted him to have it, so he could make his father proud. The sentiment behind it was sweet, however, it was also impractical just because his father had the wand doesn't mean it was going to work for him.

He told Neville this during one of their lessons.

"I'm just no good." He told Harry miserably one day, after he was unable to perform the wl charm.

"I don't this it's you that is 'no good'... I think its your wand."

Neville looked down at his wand shock flashing across his face "... But my dad… everyone sai he was brilliant -"

" - And he probably was, but that doesn't mean his wand will work for you! You are two different people, son or not."

Neville pondered this for a moment, looking between the feather that had batherly twitched and his wand before looking at Harry with confusion.

"What should I do?"

"Would you Gran be upset if you asked for another one?"

"Most likely…"

"... well"

"You're gonna make me do it anyway aren't you."

"Oh on the contrary, I won't make you do anything. At the end of the day it's your choice."

Neville let out a sigh nodding his head. "I'll try."

Harry just hoped he would.

A/N: I'm so sorry that it has literally been years since I"ve updated, so much has happened and it all just got on top of me, a friends funeral, getting back in touch with my estranged dad, my nan being diagnosed with cancer, shit going down with my autistic brother, me having a possible dissociation disorder (me therapist is making me see a psychiatrist about it)... tho not all is negative I decided to do another college course and now I'm going to uni in september... basically I'm back now so expect more updates soon-ish