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Neville Longbottom
A totally worthless miserable excuse for a wizard.
Neville sighed and rubbed out what he'd written. He hated character portraits. He didn't know what to write that wouldn't make him sound exactly like a worthless miserable excuse for a wizard. He decided to write a list.
Five positive things about Neville Longbottom:
He can dance (though not very well)
He's very good at herbology (really, really good)
He has good friends (is that positive?)
He cared about people
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Five negative things about Neville Longbottom:
He can barely do magic
He's hopeless at remembering things
He can't fly a broom
He's ashamed of his parents
He can't stand up for himself
He had to admit that when he compared the two lists the second one was much more impressing. So that was it. He was a failure. He failed at everything he did. He decided to go to bed and leave his homework for another day.
He photo of his parents stood on his bedside table as usual and he gave it a sad smile before turning the light off. Lying there he found himself thinking of his them. He had heard countless times how brave they were, how talented they had been. "Well look where it got them," he thought bitterly, "torture that led to insanity. Leaving their only son alone in the world." He knew this wasn't fair. He was just so sick of being compared to his parents, of always coming up short when compared to the wonderful Frank and Alice.
He missed them. He really missed them. Every year when he arrived at King's Cross he would stare at all the happy families, all the children waving goodbye to their parents. He had never had any of that. He'd been brought up with a Gran who thought everything he did was wrong.
And it hurt so much. Every time he had to visit them at St. Mungos it felt like someone was stabbing him right through the heart. Those people were his parents and someone had done that to them. And they were never going to get better. He would never have his parents. Didn't people understand how much that hurt? Maybe Harry understood. But he had Dumbledore and Lupin and Mrs. Weasley. Neville only had his Gran.
Why couldn't people see how much it hurt? Why couldn't they understand?
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A/N: I was reading something about Alice Longbottom and suddenly I realized just how sad Neville's life is so I decided to write this.