Attica's one shots (Harry potter)

Neville Longbottom X Sorting ceremony

A train station. As ordinary as it can be. Yet it was a gateway to a world that no one knew about.

Well, almost no one.

Harbouring the only way of transportation to a place as magical as any, the london train station was swarmed with commuters. Some were getting off a train, others were rushing on. And some, much like an auburn haired teenager, staring at the route board in disbelief, praying that they are on the right platform.

Luckily for Neville Longbottom he wasn't alone. No, because who would send an eleven-year-old into a busy and bustling train station? No one in their right mind that's for sure. Clinging onto his sleeves (and his toad) with an awkward excitement, the young boy followed his grandmother who was wearing such an attire that made the passerby's stop in their tracks and pull faces of confusion. In her tight grip was a trunk which bore the Hogwarts crest.

Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. It was finally his time. Dimples on show as well as his two front teeth popping out of his comforted smile, the relatives came to a halt as a brick wall, which stood in between platforms nine and ten, looked over the young and already nervous wizard.

Neville gulped, looking uneasily at the wall. "Now now Neville, just like we had discussed. You just walk straight through it." Explained his grandmother, turning around and offering a smile of support.

With a short nod, the boy shut his eyes tightly and took a deep breath before walking through the wall. Once emerged, his eyes met a large Ruby train with the name 'Hogwarts Express' printed on its side. Marvelling in its beauty and size, the young wizard hadn't realised that his grandmother had crossed the barrier too and was now standing behind him.

"This is your year, Neville. Your parents are so proud of you. . ." She whispered. Neville turned to look at his relative and beamed before being pulled into a hug. This was the last time he'd be with any family for the next few months until the Christmas holidays and he knew he would be counting down the days as soon as he boarded the train.

A loud whistle indicated that it was time to get on the train and Neville felt his face go pale as he took the first step onto the Ruby vehicle, clutching his luggage and placing his toad in his large pocket. "It's just you and me now, Trevor." He whispered while walking down the isle and finding somewhere to sit.

Seeing as he was one of the last on the train due to him almost forgetting his trunk, all seats and compartments were full and everyone had already made conversation. Well, almost all. A small group of three sat in one of the last compartments and Neville could see no other space. Gulping and mustering up the courage he'd need, the small boy slid open the door.

"Er- erm is there room for one m-more in here? Everywhere else is full up. . ." He croaked.

Inside the seated area was a short blonde-haired girl with taupe eyes, a boy with dark hair and dark eyes and another girl with bushy hair. "Sure thing!" Replied the blonde who was giving Neville and encouraging smile.

Was it that obvious that he was scared out of his mind? Humiliating.

The four engaged in conversation which made Neville loosen up slightly. It seemed that they were all as nervous as he was. The scenery flashed before their eyes and trying to look outside the window was enough to give anyone a headache from the flashing image. A short, stout lady opened the carriage door and presented the trolley of refreshments.

"Anything off the trolley dears?" She asked, but there was barely anything left. Only a chocolate frog or two lay on the bare shelves. If he ate anything, Neville knew he would throw up. So, instead they all declined politely and settled back into their conversation.