Dear Grandson,
My own mother told me never to underestimate the average person, because they may eventually prosper and succeed everyone's expectations of them. Why I never applied this own philosophy towards my own life is something I can never comprehend. My dear grandson, when you first entered Hogwarts and I learned that you had been sorted into Gryffindor I will admit my heart leaped. As a child you showed no considerable magical talent, in fact I remember your own mother once expressing her concerns to me that you were a Squib. Needless to say I was horrified, how could the son of two prominent Aurors turn out such? Of course these freak of nature cases do happen, keeping Ariana Dumbledore in mind… We expected you to be placed into Hufflepuff, which although is the house renowned for charity and perseverance, don't mind me when I say it is the house for duffers and certainly not the one our family wanted you to end up in. You were always scared of me too as a child, always staring in trepidation at my stuffed vulture hat; it's a dead bird my dear boy, the typical Gryffindor faces many more obstacles and objects of terror. Nevertheless the fact that you at least entered your father's house was a colossal achievement. Perhaps this foreshadows your potential for the future. But I am delighted that you over the years have become partially affiliated with Harry Potter, having being his classmate and all. Isn't he just phenomenal? I really hope, dear boy, that you can take a leaf out of his book and gain a sense of dignity and pride for your family. He remains so loyal to his parents' cause, and they are dead. It's slightly disappointing Neville, it seems as if you are ashamed of your own parents.
Love from your old Granny Longbottom