Neville
By Marina
A/N: Don't you just totally feel sorry for Neville? His parents are insane, Snape shouts at him, he's practically a Squib and his gran is very stern with him.
Disclaimer: I own nada. It all belongs to the marvellous, fabulous, glorious JKR who should hopefully be finishing The Order of the Phoenix in about 4-5 months time! Huzzah!
Neville.
No one understands me. They think I'm an idiot, who can't manage a simple spell. If only someone would overlook that. Perhaps they would find a confidante, a joker, a loyal friend, even a lover. But no one ever looks. They can only see an idiot, someone who is practically a Squib. They can't see the real Neville Longbottom; their eyes look straight through me like perhaps I'm glass or something.
Some people are nice to me, and could be considered as friends, but no one really understands me. I wish I could have a true friend; someone I could talk to in my hour of darkness, someone I could laugh with, someone I could tell my secrets too, who I can trust never to unlock them.
And girls.there are a lot of girls who I find attractive, but all they see is stupid, ugly Neville Longbottom. I would have thought that Hermione Granger would be able to see more, but even if she can, she only has lovey- dovey eyes for Viktor Krum.
I know I'm not clever or much good at magic; I constantly somehow manage to blow up things, my potions go wrong, my cauldron collapses, I can't fly to save my life, and sometimes I feel as if I am never good at anything. Professor Snape shouts at me, makes me feel stupid, and slaps me with cruel words, and sarcasm. No wonder I have no self-esteem.
I look in my mirror every day and give myself a pep talk I don't really believe in. It does nothing for me, for my confidence or my self-esteem. I say: "Listen Neville, sometimes it feels as if you are totally isolated, but remember, you are not alone. And everyone has a talent, including you. You are not stupid or ugly. You are a human being, and when you march right out there, hold your head up high and say: 'I am what I am.'"
But I never do listen to myself, my advice. I ignore it and make a cock up of everything, and people are forever laughing at me, mocking me, whispering behind my backs.
Sometimes I wonder why I'm in Gryffindor; perhaps it's because there isn't a Loser House. I wanted to please my gran, and everyone in my family, and I am proud to be in Gryffindor.
I always want to talk to my parents. They're not dead; they are insane. They don't recognise me, and they might as well be dead. They are dead, to me. A group of the Dark Lord's supporters tortured my father, Frank Longbottom a popular Auror, and my mother, when they refused to say where He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was. As if they would know where he is located. They saw he has come back again. Seems as if someone did find him. I was only a little toddler when those Death Eaters did that to my parents.
So, I try to be brave, strong, handsome, clever, to make my family proud, to feel good about who I am, to have a friend, to have a girlfriend. Suddenly, I spot her. Her bushy brown hair, and kind brown eyes, which I love so much. I am shocked to find that she is crying. I walk up to her, and ask her what is the matter.
"Oh, Neville!" She wails. "I'm pregnant! Viktor says he doesn't want anything to do with me!" I hug her, her warm body pressed against mine. Her bushy head is sobbing into my shoulders, and I whisper comforting words into my ear.
"I'll be there for you, Hermione!" I whisper. Hermione looks up at me, and smiles. Then, she kisses me softly on the cheek, and we walk off together, hand in hand, to Charms class.
A/N: Well, do you like it? If I get enough reviews, I may JUST continue.but it depends on YOU!
A/N: Don't you just totally feel sorry for Neville? His parents are insane, Snape shouts at him, he's practically a Squib and his gran is very stern with him.
Disclaimer: I own nada. It all belongs to the marvellous, fabulous, glorious JKR who should hopefully be finishing The Order of the Phoenix in about 4-5 months time! Huzzah!
Neville.
No one understands me. They think I'm an idiot, who can't manage a simple spell. If only someone would overlook that. Perhaps they would find a confidante, a joker, a loyal friend, even a lover. But no one ever looks. They can only see an idiot, someone who is practically a Squib. They can't see the real Neville Longbottom; their eyes look straight through me like perhaps I'm glass or something.
Some people are nice to me, and could be considered as friends, but no one really understands me. I wish I could have a true friend; someone I could talk to in my hour of darkness, someone I could laugh with, someone I could tell my secrets too, who I can trust never to unlock them.
And girls.there are a lot of girls who I find attractive, but all they see is stupid, ugly Neville Longbottom. I would have thought that Hermione Granger would be able to see more, but even if she can, she only has lovey- dovey eyes for Viktor Krum.
I know I'm not clever or much good at magic; I constantly somehow manage to blow up things, my potions go wrong, my cauldron collapses, I can't fly to save my life, and sometimes I feel as if I am never good at anything. Professor Snape shouts at me, makes me feel stupid, and slaps me with cruel words, and sarcasm. No wonder I have no self-esteem.
I look in my mirror every day and give myself a pep talk I don't really believe in. It does nothing for me, for my confidence or my self-esteem. I say: "Listen Neville, sometimes it feels as if you are totally isolated, but remember, you are not alone. And everyone has a talent, including you. You are not stupid or ugly. You are a human being, and when you march right out there, hold your head up high and say: 'I am what I am.'"
But I never do listen to myself, my advice. I ignore it and make a cock up of everything, and people are forever laughing at me, mocking me, whispering behind my backs.
Sometimes I wonder why I'm in Gryffindor; perhaps it's because there isn't a Loser House. I wanted to please my gran, and everyone in my family, and I am proud to be in Gryffindor.
I always want to talk to my parents. They're not dead; they are insane. They don't recognise me, and they might as well be dead. They are dead, to me. A group of the Dark Lord's supporters tortured my father, Frank Longbottom a popular Auror, and my mother, when they refused to say where He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was. As if they would know where he is located. They saw he has come back again. Seems as if someone did find him. I was only a little toddler when those Death Eaters did that to my parents.
So, I try to be brave, strong, handsome, clever, to make my family proud, to feel good about who I am, to have a friend, to have a girlfriend. Suddenly, I spot her. Her bushy brown hair, and kind brown eyes, which I love so much. I am shocked to find that she is crying. I walk up to her, and ask her what is the matter.
"Oh, Neville!" She wails. "I'm pregnant! Viktor says he doesn't want anything to do with me!" I hug her, her warm body pressed against mine. Her bushy head is sobbing into my shoulders, and I whisper comforting words into my ear.
"I'll be there for you, Hermione!" I whisper. Hermione looks up at me, and smiles. Then, she kisses me softly on the cheek, and we walk off together, hand in hand, to Charms class.
A/N: Well, do you like it? If I get enough reviews, I may JUST continue.but it depends on YOU!