AN: please pardon me for any grammatical mistakes. English is not my first language. If you find any mistakes, pm me and I will change them. On another note I am looking for a beta for proofreading and for some help in writing some scenes. Especially smut scenes, so if any one was interested pm me.

The breakfast was a silent affair. Neville's grandmother, my grandmother, didn't even try to make small talk. Though that was good in a way, less chance for her to find out that a stranger was inhabiting her grandson's body.

After the breakfast, she talked about someone visiting us for dinner, to which I just nodded absentmindedly, being too busy imagining of all the things I had dreamt of doing in the Harry Potter world.

I had always wanted to program computer software. But wasn't the best at it. Now I was determined to craft new spells, like in all those fanfictions.

Then I remembered the electives that Neville, or I, was taking. Care of magical creatures and divination. COMC might be interesting, but not much help unless I was planning to be an animal keeper in some zoo or preserve. As for the former, my opinion about it, was that only those who have the talent can do it. And I have a feeling I don't have it in me for divinity.

'Maybe I can ask professor McGonagall to change my classes. Would probably make my grandmother proud.' I thought as I made my way to my room.

Walking into the room, I sat on the desk and looked at it. I saw a nearly finished nearly homework neatly arranged. Looks like Neville must have really been afraid of Snape to nearly finish it this early into holiday.

I looked for a pen for a while, before remembering that these guys don't use pens. I look at the neatly arranged feathers and ink bottles and scrunch my face. There is no way I am going to be able to use those properly, even with my body's muscle memory.

I sigh as I try to think of a way to get an ink pen. I couldn't just go to my grandmother and ask for a muggle pen because I didn't like using a quill.

Then a possible way to get a pen hit me. House elves. I wonder whether they care about things like morals enough to not steal for their masters.

I sit up straight as I call out, "Minsky!"

I felt magic gather before me in an instance and a pop later, there before me stood the house elf that woke me up this morning. And according to my memory was my nanny since my birth.

"You called young master?"

I hesitate as I think of exactly what to say. "have you been to any muggle shop Minsky?" I ask.

"Yes, I have been to one a few times Master."

I breathed a sign of relief as I heard that. I didn't know what I would have said if she had said she hadn't.

"Good then. Do you think you can go and get me something that is labelled as fountain pen? Oh, and can you try not to mention this to grans?" I ask.

She looked surprised at my orders and I knew why. The old Neville didn't really do anything that his grandmother might not approve of.

"I can Master." She answered without missing a beat and with another pop disappeared.

I waited for a few minutes as I looked through all my other things, which mostly consisted of books on herbology and what looked like magical gardening material, and puzzlingly a box full of nothing but candy wrappers.

As my senses told me about an incoming apparition, I turned to face it and a split-second later Minsky popped in.

"Are these the things you wanted Master." She asked as she handed me a whole case of Parker pens.

I smiled as I took them. "Yes, thank you Minsky." I said as I sat down on the chair and opened the case and took out a single pen and dismissed Minsky.

And with that I filled up the pen with ink and wrote a letter explaining how I had a change of mind and whether it was possible to change my elected class to arithmancy and ancient runes. I also added that I was willing to go to remedial classes to make up for missed classes.

Finishing the letter and adding the address to Hogwarts, I called Minsky once again and asked her to mail the letter using one of the family owls.

I lean back on the chair as I think of what to do next. I subconsciously look at my wrist only to stare at it in confusion to find my wrist watch missing. I sigh at the realisation that even the muscle memory of my old body was carried over.

I also added a note to myself, get a good wrist watch.

I glance at the wall clock to see it was 10 in the morning. Before I became Neville, I would have probably gone to sleep or play some games on my computer.

But I am not going to miss an opportunity to do some magic. And most probably learn wandless magic because as far as I am concerned incantation of all the spells sound funny and seem unnecessary.

And I should probably try to do it wandlessly too. I don't want to be made useless with just a simple disarming spell.

You would have thought that this should have been the train of thought of everyone who was thinking of fighting bad guys. But from Neville's memory of talking to an Auror, surprisingly only 50 percent of Aurors can cast some intermediate and above spells non-verbally, and none can cast anything wandlessly.

At least that was what that Proudfoot guy said. For all I know all, this information could be counter information to make it seem like the British Auror department was shit. Or maybe this was how it was like in every country.

'God! I hate not knowing anything. All of Neville's mind is filled with information about herbology and nothing else.' I thought as I got up from my chair and out of my room.

'well, not nothing.' I thought as I walked through the ancient halls of the Longbottom house. 'he also knew that Susan Bones had the biggest tits in the whole school.' I thought with a chuckle.

As I was crossing the big living room, I met my grandmother sitting on her big chair in her usual attire while reading some letters. Oh, and there was also the stuffed vulture on her hat.

"Neville, please tell me that you are not going to spend another day in the greenhouse. It is good that you excel in herbology but that is not really a subject the next lord of the Longbottom should concentrate on too much" she stated without even taking her eyes off the letters.

I stopped walking on hearing that. "well grandmother, you needn't fear anything. My interests have shifted from herbology and to other things. So, I am currently on my way to library right now." I replied.

Surprised by my reply she looked up from her letters. "really now? And what have your interests shifted to?"

"well nothing in particular, but I did just now write a letter to my head of the house, requesting a change of my electives to Arithmancy and Ancient runes." I stated.

Her eyebrows rose up as she looked at me with surprise and suspicion. "you were adamant on not wanting to take those classes when I asked you to. What changed now?"

I hesitated as I thought furiously on what to say. "I have been hearing rumours, grandmother, rumours in Hogwarts about Voldemort during the end of first year. Rumours saying he was still alive. And after thinking about it, I concluded that on the off chance that these rumours are true, I should be prepared. And the first step would be to change the electives and get useful ones."

She scrunched her face as she regarded me "well I am certainly glad that you are finally trying to bring out your potential" she replied.

I smiled a bit. Happy that she wasn't suspicious anymore.

"While it is good for you to take the initiative, it would be good for you to let the adults do any fighting. I don't want to lose any more off my family" she said the latter part in a low whisper.

My smile dropped as I heard that. I realised at that moment that she was still hurting from the state her son and daughter in law all had been put to.

"Don't worry grans, I will not lose", I proclaimed.

She chuckled as bit "you sound just like your father. Well run along then. Don't let me keep you away from what you were going to do." She said as she went back to her letters.

I was just about to walk out and continue my route to the library when I remembered an issue that had been bothering me.

I turned back to her "can I ask a favour grans?'

She raised her head to look back at me, "depends on the favour." She replied.

"Well I was thinking about learning occlumency, so I was wondering whether you knew any one who can teach it to me?" I asked.

She slowly nodded. "that should not be a problem. I will get the best in all of England to teach it to you."

"That is the thing, I was wondering whether you can find someone who is close to us and completely trustworthy. Not some stranger." I replied.

She looked at me for some time in thought. She was probably wondering what secrets I was hiding. "that is a little more troublesome. I know many who have learned it, but not to the level of teaching it to someone else." After a few seconds of silence, "alright I will ask around and will set up a meeting. Is that satisfactory?"

"Yes grans. That is all I can ask for."