The announcement telling them to leave their cases was a relief as Neville was sure he wouldn't be able to carry anything with how badly his hands were shaking. Slowly they left their compartment and made their way onto the platform where they were greeted by a large man, who from Harry's description he recognised as Hagrid. The half giant was calling all first years over to him and Harry made a beeline towards him with Neville trailing behind him. Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Neville assumed someone had cast Nox on everything around them. He clutched on to Trevor as tight as he possibly could and tried his hardest not to let the tears out. He really didn't like the dark. There was a strange quite over the group and nobody seemed to want to break it.