Sorting Hat Drabbles
Neville Longbottom
Bravery, nerve, chivalry... all things that Neville Longbottom was convinced he did not posess. He wasn't honorable. He'd never stood up for himself, or stopped a bully when they called him names. Neville ran away. Because that's what he did best. And that was precisely why he sat beneath the aging hat, eyes clamped shut and hands balled into nervous fists.
Hufflepuff. That was where he belonged, that was where the hat could clearly see to put him. Why, then, was it so keen on feeding him to the lions? The house of his parents.
The house he didn't deserve.