A/N: Hey, so this is just a quick little thing I came up with :)

Contests:

19,000 Prompts, 500 Words, One Week: In the hands of a child

Harry Potter Chapter Competition- The Patronus - Write about a character succeeding in casting a Patronus for the first time.

Do the pandora shuffle - Challenge- Rock You Like A Hurricane by Scorpions


My body is burning
It starts to shout
Desire is coming
It breaks out loud

- Rock You Like A Hurricane by Scorpions


He had never belonged anywhere, much less a club for the brightest, the bravest, and the best. Dumbledore's Army... a fitting name for the group. After all, they were considered the upholder's of Dumbledore's honor, and what it truly meant to go to Hogwarts. But Neville, was far from the bravest or brightest...he was nothing more than a tag a long, extra wait for the whole group to carry.

But he tried. Toiling on night after night in The Room of Requirement, all Neville truly desired was to produce a patronus. Conjuring up every happy memory he could: visits to St. Mungos, birthday parties with just his grandmother, "Expecto Patronum..." he mumbled to himself, nothing happening.

He sighed heavily, it was hopeless. Every single other person in the DA had managed to create their patronus at least once, he on the other hand, had barely memorized the spell.

"Say it with more feeling," echoed Harry's voice in his head.

"Flicked your wrist a little less to the right," echoed Hermione's.

"Just think about some Flabberlistic Flurgglebites," he remembered Luna saying, "It always works for me."

"Just smile," Parvati has suggested to him as she passed him in the halls, just this morning.

More and more voices echoes in his head, getting louder and louder, until...

"EXPECTO PATRONUM."

Neville had yelled so loud and with such passion, that he almost scared himself. A burst of silvery mist exploded from his wand, morphing into indescribable shapes, until it finally took on the shape of a bear.

The bear swirled around, giving Neville the happiest feeling of his life. His smile was so radiant that it could make even Snape feel happy. It was like placing a large basket of candy in the hands of a child.

He had done it. He was no longer a tag a long, he was their equal.


Word count: 311 words, not including A/N's or quotes