Greetings.
I got the idea for a series of drabbles centering around the concept of regret
as I tried to sleep, so here is the first one.

If I owned it, it would cease to be called fanfiction.


Neville Longbottom regretted a lot of things.

He regretted being a disappointment to his grandmother. He regretted being a liability to his House. He regretted not living up to his father's legacy.

He regretted that he got to live each day in relative comfort while his parents spent the remainder of their lives in a psych ward, with absolutely no chance of recovery.

He regretted that he'd escaped their fate.

And now, Neville Longbottom resented one thing.

He resented that he'd let himself be dogged down by the antics of the Slytherins, that he didn't fight back when his teachers called him 'slow' behind his back. He regretted that he and Harry, who led a life strikingly parallel to his own, was the Chosen One and that he himself was only Gryffindor's disappointment.

He regretted not being his father's son.

And now, in Hogsmeade, with the woman who tortured his parents on the loose, Neville Longbottom had only one regret.

That he wasn't skilled enough kill her and present her head to his oblivious parents.


Next one up will probably be Remus. Unless I change my mind.