Neville's Letter
Neville Longbottom had been having an awful summer so far, and he had finished his final term at school only a week ago. Unlike most students in his class, Neville had been dreading leaving school. The summer holidays were now upon him, each day that passed weighing heavily on the small boy like a thick blanket of hopelessness.
On this particular morning, the start of what was promising to be a hot day in the middle of July, Neville was sitting in his grandmother's garden in the shade of a great beech tree. He sat cross-legged on the dew-dampened grass with his elbows resting on his knees, cupping his round face in his grubby hands. He was thinking about his birthday in two weeks' time. Unlike most ten-year-old boys, Neville was not looking forward to his birthday; he knew it would be spent with his parents. He did love his parents, naturally, but after visiting them every month of his whole life, Neville had given up hope of them ever remembering him from one visit to the next, let alone recognising him as their son. However, that didn't stop his heart from breaking all over again every time he had to walk away from them.
Yet it was not the prospect of facing his parents that was troubling Neville. He knew that important letters were winging their way to children all over the country. Neville himself was waiting on such a letter, one from the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry admitting Neville to join in September. His hopes of receiving this letter were not high; although his parents had been a witch and wizard, Neville himself had never shown much aptitude for magic, despite his family's greatest and often most embarrassing efforts.
A small black ant crawled inquisitively over Neville's exposed shins – he brushed it off absent-mindedly and took a deep breath to calm himself. He always panicked when he thought about what would happen if he were not accepted to Hogwarts. Still shaky, Neville pushed himself awkwardly to his feet and ambled back towards the house. He started as a whooshing noise suddenly passed by his head. He looked up to see a smart tawny owl circle tightly high above his head before swooping back down to hover next to his shoulder. The bird held out its leg, and that's when Neville noticed the yellow-ish envelope emblazoned with the Hogwarts crest. He exhaled slowly, and allowed a wide grin to cross his face. He was going to Hogwarts!
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