It was noon, July twenty-sixth, when he arrived at London, having left the night before via plane. As soon as he arrived, he mentally slapped himself for proving the Mentor right once again. He had left in such a hurry that he had no idea what to do when he got to London. He quickly pulled up the hood of his white jacket and began to traverse the city of London. For about three hours, Neville walked around aimlessly, trying to find something out of the ordinary that might show signs of magic even though he wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for.

Finally after another two hours he found something that was slightly not normal. Across the street from where he was standing was a boy around his age. Neville immediately noted his green eyes and what seems to be a scar on his forehead. However, it was not the boy that he noticed. Who he noticed was the man standing next to him. He was enormous, much taller than anyone he has ever met. He had a long scraggly beard that accompanied his long hair. He was much more massive than a normal human.

Neville thanked luck that London happened to be crowded with people today as he slipped quietly into a crowd of people as the boy and man crossed the street. From there on, Neville tailed those two. He was not sure whether they would lead him anywhere, but this was the only lead he had. After about ten minutes, they stood in front of a pub. Neville, who was walking to them in the crowd, noted that no one seemed to even look at the building. It was as if the building did not even exist. Seeing this as confirmation that he was on the right path, Neville casually slipped into the pub without anyone noticing, not even the two he was following.

Neville quickly slipped into the closest table he could find as the boy along with his gargantuan companion walked in. As they walked up to the pub owner, Neville honed his hearing on them.

"Hello Tom," the big man greeted.

"Welcome back Hagrid! And who is this?" the pub owner, Tom, asked.

"Harry Potter," Hagrid said and almost instantly the entire pub went silent. Then, out of nowhere, everyone got up to try and shake Harry's hand. Everyone except for Neville; he had been listening to the entire exchange. He had learned the identity of the people he was tailing and that the boy, Harry, seemed to be famous or well known.

He then caught sight of a pale man wearing a turban trying to make his way through the crowd.

"Ah! Harry!" Hagrid called, pointing to the man who had finally reached them, "This here is Professor Quirrel, he is going to be your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," Hagrid boomed.

'Boy was tailing these two a good idea' Neville thought as a quick exchange of words took place before Hagrid led Harry into what seemed like a broom closet.

Neville casually rose from his seat and followed them into the closet. When he stepped in, however, no one was there. Neville was perplexed at first, but the he concentrated for two seconds before activating his "gift". He looked at the wall in front of him and saw white trails of light that ran in a pattern along the wall. He quickly closed the door, and traced his finger in the same pattern. The wall began to shift and move until it became an archway.

Neville stepped through to see a bustling, one street city with people wearing robes, and cloaks, and hats. He was things levitating and other things that he has never seen before.

'Yep…definitely worth my time' Neville thought as he looked around in wonder. He looked up at the sign which read, "Diagon Alley".

Looking down at his materials list, he growled when he noticed that the first thing on the list was clothing…. that had to be black. Having lived with the order for so long, Neville had come to slightly despise black clothing since it was the exact opposite in color to his normal clothing, which was snowy white.

Walking into a store called "Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions", Neville was greeted with an assortment of hats, robes, and cloaks. A lady whom he presumed to be Madam Malkin walked up to greet him, "Are you here for your student robes?"

Thinking that this would be the best moment to try out his acting skills, Neville said, "Y-Yes Madam…"

"Splendid! Now come over here child," she led Neville over to a set of mirrors, "Spread your arms dear," Neville hesitantly spread his arms. Madam Malkin snapped her fingers and an array of measuring tools flew over and began taking Neville's measurements. When all the measurements were recorded, she gave another snap and more tools began to work; cutting through black fabric and sewing them together.

While the robes were still being made, Neville had a chance to look around. Almost immediately, his eyes were assaulted by an array of vibrant colors that ranged from red, to blue, to orange, to colors that he had never even seen before. The cloaks were flamboyant to say the lease, with their intricate designs and patterns, the hats stood out even more; one of them looked like there was a peacock sitting on it. Looking at the cloaks, then to the clothes that people were wearing outside, then finally to the clothes he himself was wearing. 'I won't be able to blend in with these clothes…' Neville thought as he searched around the room for the first piece of white that he saw.

His school robes were just about done when he saw it. All the way in the back, behind a pile of differing fabrics was a glint of white. Neville walked over and parted the fabrics to see a set of white robes that split into two tails at the end. Each tail was marked with black tribal like designs in the back as well as the front. That was the only piece of the set that was not white; everything else was pure, snowy white. It also consisted of an undershirt and brown pants. There was also mantle like cape that was white on the outside yet red black on the inside. What caught Neville off the most was the hood. Sure most hoods looked the same, but this hood was different. The hooded ended with the signature shape of an eagle's beak.

"U-um, excuse me Madam, but h-how did you come across these robes?" Neville asked, immediately recognizing the robes as a Renaissance style Assassin robe set.

Malkin looked up lazily and answered, "Oh those rags? They were already here when I inherited the shop. It the worse set of robes I have, doesn't stand out at all, no designs, and no color. If you want to make your mark on the world then you won't do it with that set of robes,"

With every word that come out of the Madam's mouth, Neville's eyes grew brighter and brighter. This was exactly what he was looking for. He asked immediately, yet still nervously, "How much are y-you asking for these robes?"

The store owner snorted and said,"You can have them; they're just taking up space here. Your school robes are ready. Is there anything else around here that you would like?"

Taking another look around, Neville eyed what seemed to be a set of armor…made of snakeskin…, "M-Madam….what are t-those…?"

"Oh that? That is armor made from dragon skin. Not the strongest thing out there, but it protects you from minor hexes and curses. Twenty Galleons,"

Neville thought about it for a bit, before checking his pockets. On his way to Madam Malkins, he had managed to pick pocket a number of very rich people so he had a sizable amount of money with him; six hundred galleons to be exact, "Okay…I'll take it…?"

"Wonderful, so that will all be two hundred and four galleons and three sickles," Malkin said.

He payed her before asking, "Um…Is there any place where I can….get changed…?"

"In the back,"

Awhile later, Neville walked out of the dressing room fully donned in his new assassin's robes with his dragon skin armor on him. It had fit him perfectly and turned out to be much lighter than his normal attire.

Madam Malkin looked at him before muttering, "He actually pulls it off pretty well," She then said more loudly, "Give your school robes to me, I can send them back to where you live,"

"H-How can you do that…?"

"All your robes know everything about you including where you live," With that, the flicked her wand and his school robes disappeared with a "pop",".

'That works…' Neville thought as he thanked the store owner before walking out. Getting all of his other materials was an easy task. Neville knew he had to get an owl, but when he saw the eagle just standing there in the corner, his mind was made up. Soon an eagle joined the owls on the flight to Hogwarts.

Things didn't get interesting again until Neville walked into a small store known as Ollivanders. When he walked in, an ancient looking man walked in saying, "Hello, hello, how can I help- He froze when he saw Neville and his attire. He slowly stepped forward and touched Neville shoulder as if seeing if he was real or not, "They have returned…!" the man whispered.

"E-Excuse me…?" Neville asked.

A smile broke out on the man's face, "The Assassins have returned! They have returned at last!"

Neville deciding to slip out of his false personality spoke clearly, "You know of us?"

"Why of course! It was the Assassins that defeated Voldemorts main generals when he was still in power! It was the Assassins that truly liberated us!"

"Who told you of this?" Neville asked, fearing that someone had broken the third tenant of the Creed.

"No one told me directly, but there were always rumors, whispers, stories that would be told around campfires about the Assassins. They said that the Assassins seemed to appear out of nowhere for a split second before disappearing again." the old man answered enthusiastically.

Neville looked at him for a bit before deciding that he was telling the truth, "Are you Ollivander?"

"Why yes I am, and you are Neville Longbottom correct?"

"Yes…How did you know?"

"Your face, your looks, your eyes, it screams of Frank and Alice," Ollivander answered.

"You mean my parents,"

"That is correct, and if you wanted a wand…I still have your father's"

Neville hid the surprise on his face and said, "Show it to me,"

Ollivander shuffled to the back for a time before coming back out with a wand, "Cherry, Unicorn hair, thirteen inches," He handed Neville the wand. Neville held it in his hands, he gave it a small wave and was all at once washed over with a feeling of love and familiarity.

He held back his tears as he said, "How much do I owe for this wand?"

Ollivander merely laughed at this and said, "You don't owe me anything. That wand was never mine; it was your father's which means that it is now yours,"

Neville smiled and bowed, "Thank you. Safety and Peace,"

Once Neville had walked outside, he quickly went to a secluded niche, with an idea in his mind. He gingerly removed his blade from the base and put it away. He then made a few crude modifications to the base and attached his wand to it. He made sure that the wand could be removed and still be secured. When he was all done he flicked his wrist and smiled, 'First day here and I already made something new' He though as he retracted his newly dubbed "Hidden Wand"

A/N: Okay finally! I originally wanted to wait til AFTER I leave Vietnam to write this, but after getting a slew of story alerts and favorite stories. I decided against it. Okay so the idea of a hidden wand may seem stupid and inconvenient and cliché and expected at first, but that will change though not for a bit. Anyways thanks for reading, review, and check out my other stories. Thanks again and see ya next chapter.

PS: From now on if I write something that is altered from the actual events that took place in the books then please let me know so I can change it. Like I said I want to put this to canon as much as possible. Thanks.