Neville Longbottom sat in the center of his bed and fingered the broken pieces of his wand, lost in thought. He thought of the fight in the Department of Mysteries.
He'd been scared but so determined to make it though.
He saw the faces of Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna and was glad they were all alive.
The Cruciatus Curse was horrible to go though, but worth it at the same time. He knew he'd rather die than let the Death Eaters win.
No matter what his gran said in the past, Neville knew what he was – A Gryffindor.