Author's Notes: This is a short 'Drabble' I wrote in my English lesson ages ago, it's basically Neville's dream and he reflects on his wishes and when realisation hits.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it belongs to the amazing J.K Rowling!
Out of the corner of his eye, Neville saw a flash of wild, black hair disappear through a doorway. Without even stopping to think, he ran after the all too familiar woman, his heart pounding, his knuckles paling as he clenched tightly on his wand as if for dear life.
He knew exactly what he had to do, yet his usual self-doubt rolled over him in waves. Shaking his head, he knew if he was going to do it he had to do it now. It was now or never. Gritting his teeth, he raised his wand and pointed it at Bellatrix's retreating back.
"Crucio!" he muttered, the words hardly audiable as passed his lips. A flash of red erupted from the tip of his wand which was positioned in his trembling hand. It hit Bellatrix straight between the shoulder blades and lifted her an inch in the air. Before she landed, mangled on the ground, horrible blood-curdling screams echoed around the stone walled room.
He he strode over in her direction, and stood above her, pointing his wand at her face. He felt somewhat more confident, more determined. She smirked, glaring at him as if she was the one who stood above him.
"Neville Longbottom." she spat, the clear hatred dripping from her words. "Neville Longbottom, isn't it? How's mum and dad?" With that she laughed a cruel, high-pitched laugh.
Neville felt his usual self-doubt begin to creep back towards him. He knew he had to finish this before he became his usual cowardly self again. She used these precious seconds hesitation to dive for her wand, and her fingers just brushed the wood, when Neville finally came to his senses.
"Expelliarmus!"
The wand flew into the air, and landed on the marble ground with a clatter. Bellatrix turned back towards him, her smirk gone and replaced by the sort of smile a lion might give its prey.
"Better, now they're about to be avenged." he returned the venom. "This is from Alice and Frank Longbottom." Neville declared, his nerves subsided, his wand pointing directly at her heart, his own swelling with pride. "A-A-Avada Kedavra!" he yelled, and a burst of green erupted from his wand and hit her directly into her heart. Her eyes went wide as the words left his lips with before her entire body grew limp. He had killed Bellatrix Lestrange.
Neville woke with a jolt, and blinked to clear up his vision. He found himself staring at the high ceiling of the Gryffindor dormitories, the sheets of his bed tangled around him.
His eyes filled suddenly with tears as the realisation that he had been dreaming washed over him. He had had the same dream for weeks, ever since the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. It always lead to him defeating Bellatrix, and avenging his parents. It made him feel like a true Gryffindor. But, as the tears streamed silently down his face, he knew that he could never live up to his dreams.