Hey guys! People seem to like this so far, so I'll try to update quickly. I won't spoil any of the other powers yet! Once again any reviews, comments, questions, suggestions, favorites, etc. are appreciated!

Also – in this fic Ginny and Ron are twins, so she'll be in the golden trio's year. Luna will be as well.

Neville – A Magical Entrance

A single ray of light shone into Neville's room. He watched the dust within the beam swirl through the air, peacefully; uncaring if and where it landed. Most certainly it would settle, given the state of various items across the room. The room itself was nearly silent, only disturbed by his quiet breaths.

Mimb hated the silence.

Neville knew he did. The angry spirit within him was rarely quiet. It was kind of ironic, he thought, the green beast within him could not beat something as "weak" as silence. When he was at peace, Mimb was at his weakest.

A knock broke into his thoughts.

"Neville," a voice called hesitantly, "we have to head for the express soon, are you ready?"

It was Gran. She was nervous; both for him and of him. Did she hate him? Great-uncle Algie now lay in the hospital because of him.

Yet another family member lay in St. Mungo's because of him. He closed his eyes clearing the dark thoughts from his mind.

Another knock.

"Neville?" Gran repeated, worried.

"Be out in a second," he called back, finally shifting out of bed. Blocking out the negative thoughts might be easier during the excitement of starting his first year at Hogwarts. He grabbed his trunk and his toad, Trevor, and headed out.

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It truly was an exciting time for all 11 year old witches and wizards. As he and his grandmother moved about the Platform; hundreds of students were greeting each other and casting random magic with glee, finally free of the summer time restriction. He palmed his wand nervously, stay calm, he thought desperately.

Truthfully, as long as he could keep his calm, his fellow students would never find out about Mimb. This was one of the many dark elements of pureblood society. They kept secrets very well. Neville never imagined he would be part of a pureblood cover-up story, but yet here he was. Algie would never say who attacked him, even as he lay paralyzed in his hospital bed, unlikely to ever recover. Although they rejected many of the parts of pureblood society, the Weasleys would not talk either.

As they passed by some train cars, Neville saw Ginny and a black-haired boy lifting a trunk into a car. Not wanting to get in their way, he continued on. Neville waved to Susan Bones and Ernie Macmillan, and opened an empty compartment and set Trevor down, as Gran magicked is trunk overhead. He and his grandmother embraced, and Neville found his nerves reappearing.

Gran seemed to sense his fear. "You'll be fine, just work hard, don't forget to write….." she said beginning to ramble different advice about Hogwarts that she had said many times before.

She embraced him again, "I love you, see you at Christmas."

"Love you too, Gran," he said back smiling. She left the compartment. Only brief solitary moment occurred before Susan, Ernie, and a bushy haired girl entered. She seemed to be talking about Hogwarts houses and the sorting process. Their patience with her also seemed to be waning.

"…. And then they test you…"

"Hey, Neville!" Susan and Ernie greeted him, "You mind if we sit with you?"

"Hey guys, go ahead," he answered cheerfully. Just then the train jolted and started chugging forward.

"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger, what house do you think you'll be in? I think Ravenclaw or Gryffindor would be great, Gilderoy Lockhart was Ravenclaw, and of course Dumbledore was in Gryffindor, but I'm not really sure how much house choice really affects your chance of success. Apparently wand core might impact success too, but experts aren't sure set. What wand core do you have? I've got dragon heartstring." She said this all in one breath.

"Umm….," he said, Neville wasn't sure how to respond.

Ernie saved him with a quick question, "Neville, how's your toad doing?"

"Oh he's….." He looked beside him and checked his pockets. Not again. "I can't find him!" he cried out.

"Oh, don't worry! I'll help you find him! Here, I'll go ask around other compartments. You should check your trunk too, maybe you put him in there," Hermione said confidently.

After they checked his trunk and found no toad, she hurried out of the compartment. Neville stood to head in the other direction, but Ernie and Susan stopped him.

"Wait, Neville," Susan said looking guilty. She opened her purse and took out his toad.

"You hid him? Why?" he questioned, confused. "We should go find Hermione, then."

"No, Neville….." Ernie said hesitant, "….Look Neville, she was driving us crazy, she keeps showing off about everything…. We just need a break, okay?"

"I guess…. It's kind of mean though," he said not wanting to upset his friends.

"Yeah, I guess…." Susan mumbled. They looked out the window and a new uncomfortable silence lingered between the three of them. It was going to be an awkward train ride.

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Hours later they arrived. Surprisingly Hermione never returned to their compartment, Neville assumed she must have gotten distracted by a new group of people to talk too. There wouldn't be much else to do on a train anyways.

It was dark at the station, and in the chaos of the platform, Neville became separated from Ernie and Susan, and found himself on a boat with a black boy, a boy with a strong Irish accent, and a blonde girl he recognized as Luna Lovegood. The two boys were deep in conversation about muggle sports, so he turned to Luna.

"Hello, Neville, are you excited for the sorting? I wonder how many Wrackspurts are in the hat. I bet there are thousands," she said dreamily.

Neville knew better than ask about what Wrackspurts were.

"I guess, I'll probably get Hufflepuff though," he replied glumly. What would his Gran think, him being a Hufflepuff? What does it matter? She already hates you. He nearly flinched at the thought. Luna looked concerned at his expression.

"I'm sure any of the houses will be nice, Neville," she said back with a small smile. Neville nodded back, unconvinced.

But he was quickly distracted by ever nearing sight in front of him. All four on the boat became silent, basking in the majesty that was the Hogwarts Castle. Despite the darkness it was still incredible; everything about it, even the small glimpses of fire shining through the windows, projected a magical air that none of them had ever felt before.

Exiting the boats, the two boys hurried past them wanting to get to the front of the group and see the castle. He and Luna hung back a bit and stared up at the massive building.

"Can you see the top?" Luna asked, "I've heard at the top rests of a massive thunderbird that escaped a sanctuary in the states."

He began to say why he thought that was unlikely, when a voice behind them interrupted him.

"Hurry up, you lot, or you'll miss the sortin'," It was a massive man who said this. He was at least ten feet tall and sported a beard Neville thought he fit into.

"Sorry, Hagrid!" Luna said happily. They headed up the stairs to catch up with their classmates. Neville looked at her questioningly. "He helped Daddy a while back with his research on heliopaths," she explained quickly.

An older woman clad in tartan was speaking to the students, "…..in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." A tense hush broke over the first years and she re-entered the hall, leaving the group.

The quiet moment was broken by an argument occurring at the front of the group. Neville recognized three of the voices, the youngest Weasley twins, Ginny and Ron, and Draco Malfoy, but the fourth was the black haired boy from the platform, that he didn't know.

He couldn't hear them very well, but Neville didn't have to hear to know what they were arguing about. The Malfoys and Weasleys were about as opposite as one could get in the pureblood community. Being vocal supporters of the minority class, muggle-borns, the Weasleys were considered to be "Blood Traitors". This put them at odds with the Malfoys, who didn't want any muggle-borns in the wizarding community.

Thankfully the feud ended without blood as the doors opened into the Great Hall.

It was happening.

The Sorting was about to begin.