Speak For Myself

by TygerZ

Neville has been pushed to the side many times in his life. But what is his true potential? A songfic to Aly and AJ's Speak For Myself in Neville's POV. Thanks again to Telayla for uplaoding this for me!

Do you see me? Do you care?

I am Neville, your grandson. Do you remember? I do. I remember all the times you have told me what an honor the name Longbottom is, and all the times you've scolded me for not living up to it.

You talk about me, like I'm not there.

Don't get a word in, when you're around.

I bet you don't know, what I'm about.

Do you really know me? Just me, not the Neville being compared to his parents or his classmates. Do you know what I think is important? What I care about? Does it mean anything to you?

'Cause I will- I will speak for myself

What you see isn't all I am, I need a place to stand

I will- I will speak for myself

There's so much you're missing

If you care you'd listen

I think my parents would have understood. They would have loved me, no matter how quickly I could repel a jinx. They wouldn't of put me down like you did, criticizing me for my faults. Just because they didn't have the chance, does it mean that I can't get that love?

You suffocate me, you drown me out

I'm tired of waiting, without a doubt

I feel I'm fading, I flicker out

My heart is screaming, without a sound

I used to have nightmares. I'd wake up drenched in sweat, pictures of my parents blank faces still in my head. I'd go and try to wake you up, shivering and pale. You wouldn't even open your eyes. You'd tell me to go back to bed.

'Cause I will- I will speak for myself

What you see isn't all I am, I need a place to stand

I will- I will speak for myself

There's so much you're missing

If you care you'd listen

But now I'm here, and even though I don't know how I got here, I know that I must forgive your faults. But I can't really think straight, all I know is that Voldemort is standing somewhere in front of me, pacing back and forth in front of your tied body. You look at me with panicked eyes, just as pale as I was after a nightmare haunted me. Voldemort is saying something, I'm not sure what exactly, about a prophecy and Harry Potter, but I can't seem to be able to tear my eyes from your face.

I'm not sorry for who I am

Take it or leave it

Then Voldemort says , "It's you or her." My eyes are then able to peel away from yours, and rest on his wicked grin.

It's my time to take a stand

Throw it or keep it

Know that, don't need to understand

Won't say it again.

I know what I must do, but can I do it?

I will, I will, I will, you know I will

Can I speak up and talk for myself, something I never have done in your presence before?

'Cause I will- I will speak for myself

What you see isn't all I am, I need a place to stand

I will- you know I will, speak for myself

There's so much you're missing

If you care you'd listen

If you care you'd listen

And suddenly I knew I could. As I looked up in Voldemort's cold red eyes, I realized that there is only one thing I could do. Voldemort was taunting me, laughing at my raised wand, telling me to go ahead a curse him. His eyes were smug, knowing he had already won. And, in a way, I could see how he thought that. But I know better. I know that he had lost.

I will- I will speak for myself

I dropped my wand. And in a flash of green light, it was over.