It's strange, isn't it?
People always expected that I would fall for someone famous. Or someone that outsiders would see as part of my little group. But you should have been seen like that. Looking back, you were always there, in the picture, but for some reason you were always pushed to the back. That's not how it should have been.
Maybe it was because you were clumsy, unconfident and forgetful. But that's what makes you special, Neville. That's why you are so different to everyone else. It's what helped to shape who you are.
Maybe it was because you were never good at much in school, and the only time you were in your element was around plants. Everyone laughed behind your back. But you didn't care. You were so unafraid of openly showing what you wanted, or what you enjoyed. And I admire that, Neville.
Whatever you lacked in skill, you made up for in determination. I remember, when we formed the DA, you were the only person who made more progress than Hermione. You were the one who would grit their teeth and do everything they could to learn this spell, or to perfect that hex.
I remember when Professor McGonagall made us practise dancing for the Yule Ball. Not one guy was game to make a fool of themselves by trying, but you – you were the first one to leave your seat. It was inspirational, if nothing else, to see you do that. You were among the first to have a date, too. Nobody expected that.
I remember that night when I was so blind in going to the Department of Mysteries. You never once doubted me, but instead you insisted on accompanying me there. I thought you would be a hindrance, someone who would need to be saved, but you ended up being the last person by my side, fighting all the way.
I think that was when I first started to notice you, Neville. That night you proved to me that you were not a clown of a boy who was there to be used as a tool, when I needed it. You were a man, with ideas and views and complexity that I could never have comprehended. You showed me a lot that night. You had the same love for your close ones as I had, or Ron had, or Hermione had. And you were the only one who could ever understand the pain I felt.
Neville, you knew what it was like to be told that you had wonderful, loving parents, but to never know it for yourself. You knew how it felt to be laughed at, or stared at, or picked on because you were someone that others weren't. You knew what it was like to have a part of you missing.
And so I see the picture differently. I see your face in the middle, right in with everyone else who matters to me. I can't imagine life without you anymore. I know it seems weird. And I suppose it is. The only thing that could pull Harry Potter to his knees was the same thing that gave me the opportunity to do so.
Because I have fallen, Neville. Fallen to the depths of existence, emotion and time. Fallen off the world that was turned upside down by someone completely unexpected.
Fallen… for you.
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