Disclaimer: I write fanfiction. Obviously I'm not JKR if I'm a fan. Thus, I don't own. So don't sue me.
I should know
I see a boy I don't know he is. Someone I used to know. I lay there staring at the ceiling. We've made progress though. I know it's my wife on the other bed. I see the boy again. I see his sorting. I don't know why.
I see this boy his name's Neville. I can't hear his last name. I think I'm making progress. He's talking to Harry Potter. Even I know who that is.
I am old now. I finally hear a name. I see a class. This Neville is a man now. He's a professor. I don't know why, but I'm proud. A student says," Yes, Professor Longbottom."
This is my son. Every year he comes and talks to me. I roll over. There he is, saying something. He tells me everything. Hoping I remember. I do now. "I'm proud of you son." He looks happy. He runs off to find a nurse.
Maybe I should've tried harder. After all I should know.
AN: I've reading really sad things for some reason and this popped into my head. What do you think? Good? Bad? Tear-jerker? Like? No-like? Please review. Yes. Hit the button says review.