A/N: I'm alive! And this is my take on the infamous Mrs. Weasley vs. Bellatrix battle. While I'm thrilled Mrs. Weasley is getting Chuck Norris jokes on various websites...like the Before Voldemort goes to bed at night, he checks his closet for Mrs. Weasley...I am a bit disappointed that it wasn't Neville who brought the Wicked Witch down. I figured Mrs. Weasley would rip Fenrir a new one, and Neville would toss a screaming Mandrake at Bella, but alas...no such luck. Anyway, I'm going to shut the hell up now, enjoy the story.


A Longbottom's Courage

The battle at Hogwarts was drawing to an end. Neville had defeated more Death Eaters than he could shake a stick at. Well, he had shaken a stick at them; stunning and disarming them to aid his fellow classmates. Everyone was pouring into the Great Hall, flashes of light weaving beneath the charmed starry ceiling.

Ron and he took on Fenrir almost instantly, Ron's hatred and pain etched on his face. Neville's fear had left him far long ago, but the prospect of getting torn apart by a werewolf was still not an appealing one. They eventually managed a body bind charm on the beast, but they both knew it wouldn't last long.

Neville's eyes searched for Harry, knowing he had to still be alive, but found no shock of messy black hair. His eyes searched still, trying to see the best place to aid his friends. He stopped searching and even seemed momentarily stunned at the sight of McGonagall, Slughorn, and a man he recognized as Kingsley dueling with Voldemort. Their spells were blocked with a mere wave of his wand, but they were putting everything they had into their shields and curses.

He suddenly heard the awful cackling of Bellatrix and his fury raged inside him once more. Hermione, Ginny, and Luna were weaving and firing spells at the insane witch, but she merely laughed and shot her own curses back at them. A flash of green light flew past Ginny, barely missing her and suddenly Neville felt himself shoved aside. A flutter shot in front of him as Mrs. Weasley charged past him and up to Bellatrix. Emotion welled up in his chest at the sight, this was his chance at revenge for his parents, but his feet refused to carry him forward.

"Not my daughter, you bitch!" shouted Mrs. Weasley.

Neville's eyes filled with tears briefly; he could imagine his mum handling the situation in the same manner. He swallowed hard and turned his back to the battle, knowing Bellatrix would not survive this duel. With a shout he charged back into battle, a renewed sense of anger pumping through his veins. He heard Bellatrix's taunts, but they only charged his energy more.

He disarmed Fenrir Greyback once more with a grimaced smile at Ron. The werewolf slammed backwards into a stone wall, and Neville knew he wouldn't be getting up again. His attention was brought back up to Bellatrix, having heard her insane laughter echoing off the walls again. His feet cooperated this time and he stalked towards the older witches. But as he got close enough to cast a curse without hitting Mrs. Weasley, she shot one of her directly at Bellatrix's heart.

Her face contorted in her last moments of life, the gloating smile replaced with a gaping mouth of horror. She fell with a muffled thud, and Neville Longbottom's heart seemed fit to burst. He had not avenged the tragedy befallen to his parents, but he had proven himself worthy of their name.