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"I know, isn't it?" Neville said grimly. He thought he should add more, but just then the whistle on the train blared to life.

In a moment, the train began to lurch forward, but the once-exciting event seemed to be lackluster. Very few parents stood on the platform to see their children off; indeed to seemed that only worry, fear, and doubt could be seen on the faces who remained, most likely wondering if they were making a huge mistake sending their loved ones back to Hogwarts.

"Could you imagine being a first year at this time, all over again?" Neville sighed, shaking his head. "They're going to be introduced to the dark arts soon I'm afraid. What a time to be introduced to magic." He fondly remembered his first year. Though round, pudgy, and socially awkward, he had enjoyed his first year thoroughly. It seemed all happy-go-lucky compared to the dark forecast this year seem to have.