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Hogwarts Open Day - Divination - Tea Leaves - Trio Era.
School Of Prompt - St. Mungo's.
He Knew
Neville walked the familiar path through St. Mungo's to his parent's private room, his gran holding his hand tightly. It was his eleventh birthday today. In his spare hand, he held his Hogwarts letter tightly, waiting to show his parents.
His gran told him he was stupid. They wouldn't understand.
Neville knew they would.
His mum was sitting up today. She was always a bit more active than his dad. Neville held out the letter in front of her proudly while his gran sighed behind him.
"She doesn't understand, Neville."
Neville knew she did. He saw a proud gleam in his mums eyes.
He knew he did.
His Gran didn't believe him. She said there was no way possible that You-Know had been in the school. She said that there was no way did Harry manage to beat him again. It was simply ridiculous, she said.
Neville told his dad anyway. He sat by the bed, and his dad looked at him while he spoke and Neville knew that he was listening.
Gran kept telling him to shut up, but he didn't.
His dad believed him.
He could see it in his eyes.
Neville knew he could.
Neville told his mum and dad about how scary Hogwarts had been for the passed year. He told them about the students being Petrified and Hagrid being arrested, and how it was all fixed by Harry.
Neville wasn't sure how or what Harry did, but he knew his friend was responsible for the school remaining open.
His Gran didn't believe that either.
His Gran never believed him.
But his parent's believed him.
His father smiled at him.
His mother gave him a broobles wrapper.
They believed him. He knew they did.
Neville didn't talk much when he visited after his third year at Hogwarts. The Dementors were horrifying. He hadn't known what his worse memory was before they came and he wished he was still unaware.
He heard his mum and dad. Talking to him. Singing to him. And then screaming at the house-elf to get him out of the house.
They seemed to understand though. They watched him quietly, and he could see sympathy in their eyes.
They understood. They didn't blame him for being quiet.
He knew they did.
Gran didn't take Neville to St. Mungo's much during the next summer. She was afraid, though of what, Neville wasn't sure. At least she believed Harry though. He'd been terrified on the way home from school, scared that she wouldn't believe him, like usual.
But she hugged him.
And she believed him.
When Neville left for the last time before the summer, he told his parents he loved them.
They didn't reply.
But he knew they loved him too.
He knew they did.
Neville was proud of his parents when he introduced them to Harry, Ron and Hermione. His mum even fetched him an extra wrapped that day, and he pocketed it before his gran could make him get rid of it.
He kept them all.
He probably had enough of them to paper his room.
He thought Harry probably knew. There just wasn't as much shock in his eyes as there was in the others.
Neville was surprised that it didn't bother him.
But then, he was proud, not ashamed, of his parents.
They knew that.
He knew they did.
When Neville told his parent's about the Ministry, and the DA, they were proud of him. He showed them his knew wand, and he told them about the Death Eaters he'd faced.
He told them about how brave Harry had been and that he wanted to be that brave someday.
"You are as brave as Harry, my lad," his Gran said when she heard him say that.
His dad nodded.
Neville saw him.
They were proud of him.
He knew they were.