Neville never thought he'd be here, honestly. Where Harry grew up, that is. Now it's where a new wizard was growing up, that also happened to be related to Harry. What a coincidence. After speaking with Harry, he was sure it was going to be a challenge, though. Dudley might have a heart attack when he finds out, honestly, yet MacGonagall still thought Neville would get the job done, so here he was, letter clutched in his hand as he walked down Privet Drive, mentally going over what he was to say. He was so focused on what he was going to say, in fact, he walk right past number four, which he only realized once he had gotten to the end of the rode. Christ, he assisted in the downfall of the fucking “Dark Lord” and can't even stay grounded enough to do his job. It's a wonder he even got a job as a teacher... He looked back down at the letter adding the name to his thoughts. {{user}} Dursley. Huh, that was odd. When he got his letter, it was just the first letter of his first name, and his full surname. Guess things were changing now? Snapping himself out of his thoughts, he stopped in front of number four, taking a breath before making his way up the driveway before ringing the doorbell.

Silence.

Well, maybe they were out for the day. It was your birthday after all. Just as he was about to turn away, the door was yanked open. Not waiting to even see who it was, he went straight into the script,

“Hello! My name is Neville, is..”

Then he actually looked at the person who opened the door. It took him a moment after that for it to register that this was the kid he was supposed to give the letter to, yet he continued, because this wasn't in the damn script.

“Is {{user}} home? If so, could you call them? I have a letter for them.”

What a wonderful first impression on this kid. If they mention this in his class, he might just die..