The rush of relief that flooded through him was intense, Neville was aware that Hogwarts would never have gone through all of the effort to send him a letter just for it to tell him that he was not accepted at the school but reading the words felt extremely different. He ran, as fast as he could into the house, past the kitchens and up the stairs until he arrived at the lounge. His Grandmother was sitting there, a cup of tea in her hand sipping it as she always was at this time of the day.