Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize. I took part of this from PoA- pg.
33 & 35. You'll recognize this. I am noting it here, so it is not
plagiarism. :P ((Knight Bus Part))
A/N- To those of you who read and reviewed, my thanks. It was so great to see bot@fanfiction REVIEW ALERT! ^^ You all would have to thank Random Minion for a superior piece of work. My first effort- sucked. BADLY. REALLY REALLY BADLY. I think I re-wrote that chapter at least 3 or 4 times. So I was so happy people liked it. I also hope that everything is understandable (my brain is very different) and accurate. FYI-Cauldwell, Owen was sorted in the 4th book.
VinnyVampire- sorry you felt it was repeating what you know. Hope this is better.
I'm also looking for someone to beta it. You get to criticize me! WHOO HOO! :-) Fun, huh?
A crup is a wizard-made dog that is ferocious towards muggles. It resembles a Jack Russell terrier, but it has a forked tail that must be removed with a Severing Charm. (Fantastic Beats and Where to Find Them page 8)
Chapter 2: Getting to Hogwarts
*Neville regretted spending the night reading. He realized that it had been very stupid of him. With a groan, he dragged himself out of bed. He slowly dressed in his muggle clothes. He didn't mind them very much, because they were very comfortable. Around ten his grandmother came in.
"Are you sure you have everything, Neville? You know how forgetful you are," she asked a bit bitterly.
She still remembered the time he forgot to put on anything under his wizard's robes the first time he wore them. To this day, Neville blushed a deep red whenever that particular story was told.
"Yes, Gran. I have everything. Do you want to check?" Neville replied dully, not really caring if she did or didn't.
"Actually, that's not a bad idea, Neville!"
The next fifteen minutes were spent going through his trunk. They made sure he had everything. All he needed to remember now was his wand, which he would carry with him. Then he lugged his trunk out to the car it was so heavy. They were going the muggle way. His grandmother decided to make him drive, even though he was just learning. He thought his grandmother was crazy; he was a wizard after all!
Whenever he asked she always said in a haughty voice, "What if you lose your wand?"
He knew that could happen. So he went along and learned to drive. He wasn't very good; Gran made him nervous. He was the worst in traffic. He often drove too slow or too fast, alternating speeds. The muggles would honk, and he would do even worse.
Neville groaned. "Do I have to?"
His grandmother replied tartly, "Yes, you do. Now get in!"
He opened the car door, got in, and slammed it shut. Unlocking the door on the other side for his grandmother, she got in.
"You're supposed to be polite and open the door for me," she reprimanded him.
Neville gave a mumbled response, "Sorry, Gran."
Neville started the car, wishing he could use magic. He sighed. He knew it would be a long trip to muggle London. He turned the key in the ignition. Nothing happened. He tried again. This time a vroom came. He backed out of the driving, not noticing the small crup at the end of the driveway.
The crup he knew well and liked, it belonged to his neighbors, the Cauldwells. It belonged to Owen, who was a second year at Hogwarts. The crup often ran over and Neville's granny often gave the pet a treat.
The car hit the poor crup. Neville slammed on the breaks, knowing the car had hit something. He flung the door open to see what it was.
"OH NO! Goober! Shoot!" he cried.
Gran came up behind muttering a quick basic healing charm.
"Watch your language! You got lucky this time, Neville. Goober will live. Next time watch where you're going!"
Neville hung his head. 'Damn, what if Goober had been killed?'
With a big sigh of relief, Neville stooped towards the crup. He gave it a big hug. He knew he was lucky. Goober licked his face. Neville smiled.
"Go home Goober," commanded Gran after tossing a treat to the pet.
They watched the crup run home, and got in the car. Turning the key in the ignition, Neville relaxed a bit. Checking a lot more closely, he reversed the car and headed out into the street. They drove to King's Cross Station in silence until....
"Switch lanes NOW, Neville!" shouted Gran.
Neville cringed; his grandmother was a "backseat driver." She was always telling him what to do. Her yells only made him more nervous as he tried to do as told.
"DAMMIT!" cursed Neville.
This earned him a whack from his gran and a sharp look. "Do not curse! How many times must I tell you?"
Several drivers flicked him off, as the car didn't let him switch. He was blocking one lane causing a jam. Horns blared. People were yelling. Finally, a car let him go in front of him. The noises gradually quieted themselves. Neville was slightly sweaty, but he was relieved once the car let him pass. He looked at his watch, 10:48. He had twelve minutes to get to the Hogwarts Express. He started speeding, and tapping his hand against the steering wheel. His anxiety was starting to show at last.
'Oh crud,' he thought. 'How am I going to get there in time?"'
Finally, at 10:59 he pulled into the parking lot. He grabbed his trunk and ran as fast as possible to Platform 9 ¾. He was there just in time to see the red Hogwarts Express speeding off. He ran after it wand in hand, forgetting his trunk and grandmother behind.
"WAIT!" he called out. It was to no avail however.
He stumbled and tripped over his own two feet. His right hand extended and
BOOM!
He was knocked over. A big purple, three decked bus towered over him. The doors opened to show a pimple, big-eared young man in a purple uniform.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transportation for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this evening."
Neville stared up in awe at the huge bus. He looked up, he saw the golden writing on the windshield. He stood up slowly.
"Woss your name?" the friendly conductor, Stan asked.
"N... Neville. Neville Long... Long bottom," he managed to reply. He internally cursed. He only stuttered when he was very nervous or around new people.
"'Ell Neville, are yous comin' or not?" asked Stan.
"I'm... I'm coming. Can you take me to Hog... Hogwarts?" replied Neville stammering.
"'Course we do 'Ogwarts. C'mon board. It's eleven sickles. For chocolate it's firteen and for fifteen you get a 'ot water bottle an' a toofbrush in any color."
Neville opened up his trunk, and took out eleven sickles. Closing his trunk once again, he boarded the bus. He chose a bed and plunked down on it. Looking around he saw a woman whose skin was green and she smelled faintly of mildew.
"Rock on, Ern!" said Stan and off they went.
Neville noticed that they seemed to jump over things. He became nauseous. His face became paler than normal and right before he thought he was going to puke they were in front of Hogwarts.
"Well, 'ere's 'ur stop Neville." Stan helped him with his trunk.
Once Neville was off the Knight Bus gave a great jump and was off. Neville groaned. He started towards Hogwarts dragging his trunk behind him.
A/N: Sorry if this is too short. 1,121 words. LOL -.- It might be a while before I am able to update. I'll be back at school and all. One chappy a week I'm hoping.
*Reviewers thanks! Ruby- I feel your love! LOL You got to see it before everyone else! VinnyVampire-Hope this is better. I tried to make it more detailed! Let me know how I did. Melio- I had to be different and write a Nevvy fic. ^_^ Risi- Hope you still want to read more. Couldn't really include a dream though sorry. XD Tomb180- Cont. reading! ^_^ I hope you enjoyed it! hoku-aenan- AWWW ;;blushes;; skye-90-im flattered.
A/N- To those of you who read and reviewed, my thanks. It was so great to see bot@fanfiction REVIEW ALERT! ^^ You all would have to thank Random Minion for a superior piece of work. My first effort- sucked. BADLY. REALLY REALLY BADLY. I think I re-wrote that chapter at least 3 or 4 times. So I was so happy people liked it. I also hope that everything is understandable (my brain is very different) and accurate. FYI-Cauldwell, Owen was sorted in the 4th book.
VinnyVampire- sorry you felt it was repeating what you know. Hope this is better.
I'm also looking for someone to beta it. You get to criticize me! WHOO HOO! :-) Fun, huh?
A crup is a wizard-made dog that is ferocious towards muggles. It resembles a Jack Russell terrier, but it has a forked tail that must be removed with a Severing Charm. (Fantastic Beats and Where to Find Them page 8)
Chapter 2: Getting to Hogwarts
*Neville regretted spending the night reading. He realized that it had been very stupid of him. With a groan, he dragged himself out of bed. He slowly dressed in his muggle clothes. He didn't mind them very much, because they were very comfortable. Around ten his grandmother came in.
"Are you sure you have everything, Neville? You know how forgetful you are," she asked a bit bitterly.
She still remembered the time he forgot to put on anything under his wizard's robes the first time he wore them. To this day, Neville blushed a deep red whenever that particular story was told.
"Yes, Gran. I have everything. Do you want to check?" Neville replied dully, not really caring if she did or didn't.
"Actually, that's not a bad idea, Neville!"
The next fifteen minutes were spent going through his trunk. They made sure he had everything. All he needed to remember now was his wand, which he would carry with him. Then he lugged his trunk out to the car it was so heavy. They were going the muggle way. His grandmother decided to make him drive, even though he was just learning. He thought his grandmother was crazy; he was a wizard after all!
Whenever he asked she always said in a haughty voice, "What if you lose your wand?"
He knew that could happen. So he went along and learned to drive. He wasn't very good; Gran made him nervous. He was the worst in traffic. He often drove too slow or too fast, alternating speeds. The muggles would honk, and he would do even worse.
Neville groaned. "Do I have to?"
His grandmother replied tartly, "Yes, you do. Now get in!"
He opened the car door, got in, and slammed it shut. Unlocking the door on the other side for his grandmother, she got in.
"You're supposed to be polite and open the door for me," she reprimanded him.
Neville gave a mumbled response, "Sorry, Gran."
Neville started the car, wishing he could use magic. He sighed. He knew it would be a long trip to muggle London. He turned the key in the ignition. Nothing happened. He tried again. This time a vroom came. He backed out of the driving, not noticing the small crup at the end of the driveway.
The crup he knew well and liked, it belonged to his neighbors, the Cauldwells. It belonged to Owen, who was a second year at Hogwarts. The crup often ran over and Neville's granny often gave the pet a treat.
The car hit the poor crup. Neville slammed on the breaks, knowing the car had hit something. He flung the door open to see what it was.
"OH NO! Goober! Shoot!" he cried.
Gran came up behind muttering a quick basic healing charm.
"Watch your language! You got lucky this time, Neville. Goober will live. Next time watch where you're going!"
Neville hung his head. 'Damn, what if Goober had been killed?'
With a big sigh of relief, Neville stooped towards the crup. He gave it a big hug. He knew he was lucky. Goober licked his face. Neville smiled.
"Go home Goober," commanded Gran after tossing a treat to the pet.
They watched the crup run home, and got in the car. Turning the key in the ignition, Neville relaxed a bit. Checking a lot more closely, he reversed the car and headed out into the street. They drove to King's Cross Station in silence until....
"Switch lanes NOW, Neville!" shouted Gran.
Neville cringed; his grandmother was a "backseat driver." She was always telling him what to do. Her yells only made him more nervous as he tried to do as told.
"DAMMIT!" cursed Neville.
This earned him a whack from his gran and a sharp look. "Do not curse! How many times must I tell you?"
Several drivers flicked him off, as the car didn't let him switch. He was blocking one lane causing a jam. Horns blared. People were yelling. Finally, a car let him go in front of him. The noises gradually quieted themselves. Neville was slightly sweaty, but he was relieved once the car let him pass. He looked at his watch, 10:48. He had twelve minutes to get to the Hogwarts Express. He started speeding, and tapping his hand against the steering wheel. His anxiety was starting to show at last.
'Oh crud,' he thought. 'How am I going to get there in time?"'
Finally, at 10:59 he pulled into the parking lot. He grabbed his trunk and ran as fast as possible to Platform 9 ¾. He was there just in time to see the red Hogwarts Express speeding off. He ran after it wand in hand, forgetting his trunk and grandmother behind.
"WAIT!" he called out. It was to no avail however.
He stumbled and tripped over his own two feet. His right hand extended and
BOOM!
He was knocked over. A big purple, three decked bus towered over him. The doors opened to show a pimple, big-eared young man in a purple uniform.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transportation for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this evening."
Neville stared up in awe at the huge bus. He looked up, he saw the golden writing on the windshield. He stood up slowly.
"Woss your name?" the friendly conductor, Stan asked.
"N... Neville. Neville Long... Long bottom," he managed to reply. He internally cursed. He only stuttered when he was very nervous or around new people.
"'Ell Neville, are yous comin' or not?" asked Stan.
"I'm... I'm coming. Can you take me to Hog... Hogwarts?" replied Neville stammering.
"'Course we do 'Ogwarts. C'mon board. It's eleven sickles. For chocolate it's firteen and for fifteen you get a 'ot water bottle an' a toofbrush in any color."
Neville opened up his trunk, and took out eleven sickles. Closing his trunk once again, he boarded the bus. He chose a bed and plunked down on it. Looking around he saw a woman whose skin was green and she smelled faintly of mildew.
"Rock on, Ern!" said Stan and off they went.
Neville noticed that they seemed to jump over things. He became nauseous. His face became paler than normal and right before he thought he was going to puke they were in front of Hogwarts.
"Well, 'ere's 'ur stop Neville." Stan helped him with his trunk.
Once Neville was off the Knight Bus gave a great jump and was off. Neville groaned. He started towards Hogwarts dragging his trunk behind him.
A/N: Sorry if this is too short. 1,121 words. LOL -.- It might be a while before I am able to update. I'll be back at school and all. One chappy a week I'm hoping.
*Reviewers thanks! Ruby- I feel your love! LOL You got to see it before everyone else! VinnyVampire-Hope this is better. I tried to make it more detailed! Let me know how I did. Melio- I had to be different and write a Nevvy fic. ^_^ Risi- Hope you still want to read more. Couldn't really include a dream though sorry. XD Tomb180- Cont. reading! ^_^ I hope you enjoyed it! hoku-aenan- AWWW ;;blushes;; skye-90-im flattered.