Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. First of all, I did not pull this story out of my butt; I've had this idea for a long time.
It used to be okay. Back when his grandfather was alive, he could just give his card to him. But now his grandfather was dead. And each father's day, there was a card without a recipient. Neville hated the fact that every year he would have to take his card to St. Mungo's or not give it away at all. His grandmother was always telling him to live it up. But to what?
All the First Graders at Kingston Primary School were folding pieces of construction paper and writing messages on them. They were supposedly having what their teacher called a "fun day," which was when the entire school didn't go to their normal classes and just did a "fun" activity. Well, fun for every one except the boy in the corner. Of course, he didn't mind not having classes, it was the "activity" he was concerned with. For personal reasons.
Whenever a sympathetic classmate or teacher came over and asked why he wasn't making a card, he always said that his "Mommy and Daddy were "on a vacation". Neville didn't know any better. Or he just said that he didn't have any parents.
Of course, everyone has a " Mommy and Daddy." Just that they weren't always there.
Naturally, when you always get an answer whenever you ask a question that you ask a million times a day, you start to believe it. Neville's grandmother, Augusta always got all excited when Neville caused something unusual. Why? Another mystery of life for Neville's six-year-old brain to solve. Later.
A/N: Ah, I can be such a hypocrite sometimes. To be honest, there is no real plot to this story. All this is is random oneshots in Neville's life. If you don't like those depressing gothic fics, stop reading right now. I mean it. I don't want any mean flames all because someone didn't like my style. This time, I promise to continue NO MATTER WHAT.