Woo! Chapter two of TNBS! I know my friends were going to kill me if I didn't stop being such a dunderhead. SO HERE YOU GO! Wooooooooo:crazy dance:

Neville yawned widely, he was tired of this whole trip. He was starting to nod off when they visited Gringott's, until they went to a vault that Hagrid had to stop at. He was amazed at the security system, and was surprised to find only a small brown package in the vault that was so difficult to open. Convinced it was no business of his, he tried to push it out of his mind.

I'll talk with Harry about it later.

Then they went to Flourish and Blotts, the Apothecary, Ollivanders, and Neville had bought Harry a beautiful white owl at the Epourium. He also bought himself a black owl.

"Thanks Neville! She's beautiful!" Harry was positively beaming. "I'll name her… Hedgewig. What'll you name yours?" He looked at the sleeping owl in his cage.

"I thought it'd be funny to name him Sirius." All three of them started laughing. Hagrid took their things and sent them inside Madame Malkin's to get fitted for their robes. They walked into the dimly lit store, and sat down on stands, awaiting their turns. A pale, blonde boy was also waiting for his turn. He sneered at Harry, and the both of them glared. Neville had no idea who this was, so he poked Harry in the ribs to get his attention, but not before the blonde boy spoke in a sniping tone.

"Potter." He sneered and gestured towards Neville, who looked absolutely dumbfounded. "Brought along a package boy, eh? What's your name, you?" Neville gulped. He did not enjoy being talked down to.

"I'm Neville. Neville Black." The boy looked shocked for a few meager seconds, but regained his composure.

"Really now? Prove it." Harry whispered to him that he didn't have to. Neville was beyond taken aback by the rudeness of his accuser. He lifted his messy hair, revealing the jagged scar, then let his hair fall back over.

"There Malfoy, that should be enough proof for you. Now leave us alone!" Malfoy sneered.

"So you really are the last Longbottom. Lucky you aren't a girl, you can carry on the family name now. I am the esteemed Draco Malfoy. Prehaps you have heard of my father, Lucius Malfoy." He walked up close to Neville, getting in his face. He then whispered to him. "Maybe you've heard that your parents were no good, dirty, muggle loving, blood traitors-"

The esteemed Draco Malfoy was cut short because Neville Black had planted his fist firmly into his face. Madame Malkin walked into the room and gasped, just as Harry collapsed onto the floor laughing.

"Oh dear me! Oh my!" She helped Draco up onto his feet, as he had fallen like a sack of potatoes. His nose was broken and bleeding, and he made a little squeaking noise and cringed when Neville leaned in close to whisper to him. Harry was still laughing on the floor, finding it difficult to get up.

"Don't you ever talk about my parents like that." He said in a dangerous tone. Malfoy squeaked again and was escorted to a separate booth. Moments later, the door was opened and closed as he left with his robes, although his nose was fixed as well. Harry glanced over at Neville, his face screwed up from suppressing laughter.

"That was bloody brilliant!" He broke out into a new cache of laughter. The two of them then got their measurements, even though Madame Malkin kept saying things like, "Well never in my years…" and "Ought to be ashamed of yourselves…" while making tsking noised with her tongue. They got their robes and were greeted by Hagrid, whom they told all about the fiasco with Draco Malfoy, which resulted in laughter form all three of them. After they had gotten everything that was required, Hagrid dropped them off at the train station.

"I'll see yeh a' school then!" And then he departed. Neville and Harry got strange looks when they walked through the train station to the platforms.

"What platform did it say?" Harry looked at his ticket.

"Nine and three Quarters." Neville was confused. He saw a platform nine, and then a platform ten.

"Bloody hell… what are we supposed to do now?" Harry went and asked a Conductor, but he only gave him a weird look. Just when they had given up hope, Neville heard a rather large redheaded woman mutter something about "muggles". He shot Harry a hopeful glance and they followed her and her children. In tow, she had four boys, one who looked about sixteen, two who were twins, and one who was about their age, and a young girl.

"Alright then, you first Percy." The sixteen year old ran at the platform between nine and ten. Neville braced himself to witness a collision… that never came. The boy Percy had vanished! Next, the twins went through. Breaking free of the amazement, he spoke to the woman.

"Ah, miss? Could you… I mean that is… Show me how to… to…" She smiled at him.

"Ah! Not to worry, Not to worry. It's Ron's first year as well." She indicated to the last and youngest son. He shrugged and smiled at him. "Now," she explained, "Just run as straight at the wall between platforms nine and ten. You can run if you're a bit nervous." Harry opted to go first, and Neville nodded. He stood as he watched his friend disappear through the barrier, then he ran at the wall himself. It was a tingling sensation for a bit, then he looked about and saw a bustling platform. Harry was standing over with his mum and dad. He waved Neville over.

"Hey there Neville! Sirius sends his regrets, something came up and he had to leave rather suddenly. But he gave me a letter for you!" Mr. Potter reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a heavy looking tan envelope. Neville smiled weakly. He was looking forward to showing Sirius his owl.

The train whistled and they got on, their things already in the compartments. Harry hugged and kissed his parents good bye, then Neville and he found a compartment. Neville tucked away the letter from Sirius and decided to open it when he got to the school. Ron, the boy from the platform, came knocking on the door only moments later.

"Do you mind? Everywhere else is full…" He cast a hopeful look at Harry and Neville.

"No problem!" Neville held out his hand. "I'm Neville, and this is Harry." Ron shook his hand.

"I'm Ronald Weaseley." He grinned. All three of the boys got along splendidly, and Ron laughed as hard as Harry when Neville told him about punching Draco in the face. Apparently, Ron's dad and Malfoy's didn't get on well. The trolley came by and Harry bought the whole lot. They were pigging out. Ron brought out his pet rat, Scabbers, and they tried his brother's spell to turn him yellow. It failed, but they just went on eating. They had chocolate frogs races, and disgusting jelly bean contests.

Then, a knock came at the door. A girl stood there, with long, bushy, brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was already dressed in her uniform for school.

"Have any of you seen a black cat come running by here? Pavarti Patil lost hers and won't quit whining." They all responded with muffled no's. She came in and introduced herself as Hermione Granger. All three boys plus Hermione had fun the rest of the train ride making fun of Draco Malfoy and other various things. Hermione had apparently already met the boy. Neville listened to her talk about her extensive studies of the wizarding school. He loved listening to her explain things he had no idea about.

"Well, better get your robes on, we'll be arriving soon." With that, she smiled and left.

"Oooh, Neville's got a crush on miss Granger!" Harry and Ron sniggered, Neville flushed and punched them both in the arm.

"Do not! Now get changed." He grabbed his robes and pulled them over his head. Then, there was another knock at the door. Harry opened it and revealed Two very menacing looking boys standing on either side of a very pissed off Draco.