NOTE: This fic was written by my friend Molly but she doesn't have an account on here so she asked me to post it for her. All credit to her!

DISCLAIMER: sigh It's not mine.

Neville

'You IDIOT!

'Well done, once again you've proven what a stupid, clumsy arse you are! Just GREAT!'

Neville kicked a statue.

No-one knew Neville Longbottom had thoughts like this; he was just Neville, just good old Neville, nice enough guy, no harm in letting him hang around with them but you couldn't rely on him. God no! Trust Neville Longbottom with something,it's as good as gone, he'd just forget it or lose it, either way, you sure as hell couldn't trust him!

He knew thats what everyone thought of him, he knew thats what Harry, Ron and Hermione thought of him. Even Ginny...

'PASSWORD!'

The fat ladies high pitched shriek shattered his thoughts.

'Um...damn..is it..err..Godric..?'

'NO!!'

He flinched, her indifferent tone acted as a reminder of all his failures.
She rolled her eyes,

'LOOK!,' She sighed and tried again, this time with a softer edge to her voice.

'Look Longbottom, this is not the first time you've forgotten the password and the other Gryffindors dont seem to have a problem!'

Neville just hung his head wiht his usual defeated expression.

'Just its about time... your in your 3rd year now...'

Seeing that she was only sending him deeper into his depressing thoughts she gave up and decided to return to her indifference

'Just wait for another Gryffindor to come by ok Longbottom?!'

He answered with a pathetic nod.

Soon enough, Neville could hear chattering voices echoing down the corrider. He looked up to see Harry, Ron and Hermione.
They smiled and Harry affectionately shoved him.

'Alright Neville, what you doing out here then?'

'Well... um nothing really.. i just...'

Harry interupted him, 'You coming in...?'

The fat lady gave the trio an affectionate smile and Neville a pitying look as he hurried after them.