Title: The Name Game
Author: Fawn
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR.
A/N: This hasn't been edited by anyone other than me, so if you see any
weird things, give a critical review.
Neville hated his parent's sometimes. He hated the way they sat there motionless while he talked, not listening because they were away in their minds, in some fantasy world where only they existed. He hated the way they looked, their hair limp, their skin droopy and gray. He didn't want to have to go and visit them 3 times during break, and try and love them when they didn't even know who he was.
One time he went when he was eight. His father had grabbed him by the hair as he pulled a chair up next to their bed, and yelled at him, demanding to know who he was. It was the only time he'd ever heard his father's voice.
But that day, that day Harry, Hermione and Ron had walked into the ward, and found out about his parent's, that's what made Neville cry at night. His mum and dad had both looked at the door when it opened, stirred out of their semi-comatose state, and known who Harry was. For the rest of the summer, Neville knew Harry was still there, with his parent's, how his mother muttered his name under her breath, her eyes closed. It only hurt more when she opened them and asked who he was.
Neville hated his parent's sometimes. He hated the way they sat there motionless while he talked, not listening because they were away in their minds, in some fantasy world where only they existed. He hated the way they looked, their hair limp, their skin droopy and gray. He didn't want to have to go and visit them 3 times during break, and try and love them when they didn't even know who he was.
One time he went when he was eight. His father had grabbed him by the hair as he pulled a chair up next to their bed, and yelled at him, demanding to know who he was. It was the only time he'd ever heard his father's voice.
But that day, that day Harry, Hermione and Ron had walked into the ward, and found out about his parent's, that's what made Neville cry at night. His mum and dad had both looked at the door when it opened, stirred out of their semi-comatose state, and known who Harry was. For the rest of the summer, Neville knew Harry was still there, with his parent's, how his mother muttered his name under her breath, her eyes closed. It only hurt more when she opened them and asked who he was.