A/N: Hope you like it!
Neville was basically made of awsome.
I mean, come on, he chopped off Nagini's head! And if that didn't make you super swizzle, then nothing would. Not only that, but he had been paralized, and set on fire. So yeah, Neville was very cool, even cold if you will.
He had always been a bit of a goofy fellow, he'd always been a little timid. He'd never been able to stand up for himself, he'd never, never, in a million years thought that he would be the one to do something for the greater good.
It was Neville who had openly mocked the Carrows. It was he who had lead Dumbledore's Army in his seventh year. It was he who had killed Voldemort's snake. So it was settled, Neville was definatly made of awsome.
After the final battle, he had helped gather the casualties. He'd helped care for the injured, shrugging off his own cuts, and bruises. "It's ok, I'm fine." He carried a body over to where all of the other people were laying peacefully, as if they were sleeping. He looked down with tears in his eyes at the sight of Colin Creevy. The highly excitable boy, who was always bouncing up and down, and fawning over Harry Potter's greatness. He was going to miss him. He was sure it would be even harder for Denis Creevy. The two of them had always been so close. He lay down the poor soul, turned on his heel, and walked into the great hall. There were families sitting together, silently thinking about what had just happened, how Harry Potter had killed Voldemort, and how Neville Longbottom had killed the snake. When he had walked into the Great Hall, a few of the Hogwarts students had come up to him and thanked him, and gave him hugs. "Look! A blibbering Humdinger!" He saw Luna point to the window, and Harry disappear underneath his invisibility cloak. Ron and Hermione broke away from the Weasley's, and followed him out of the Great Hall. He thought about what Harry must be feeling like. He himslef was exhausted. He found his Gran, and sat next to her. "You've done brilliantly Neville. I'm so proud of you." She gave him a hug. Neville felt like a little kid again, being hugged like that. He finally let the tears fall. He had been so good at keeping them in. He hadn't wanted to cry up until that time, when he realised what had just happened. Voldemort was dead. Bellatrix Lestrange was dead. He smiled at how she had died. He had a newly hightened respect for Mrs. Weasley, and for what she had done. The rest of his Death Eaters were being sent of to a dementor free Azkaban that very moment. They had won. No more of the terror. He and Gran sat there, just the two of them, like it always had been. Luna was sitting with her dad, telling him about Azkaban.
Yeah, it was true, Neville was basically made of awsome. But his friends were too. Especially Harry. Harry was made of special edition awsome. The kind you find in good books and gouda cheese. Ron and Hermione also were made of special edition awsome. Ginny and Luna too. They had all helped beat Lord Voldie-Shorts and his minions. He thought of how no one carried any burdens on their shoulders. Even though they did carry grief, there was no Voldemort to highten that grief. He smiled at the thought of how no one would be worried about Voldemort being at their doors anymore. He knew it would be lot's of work to restore Hogwarts to it's former glory, but he would do it. He would give it all he had. And so he did. Neville was basically made of awsome.
A/N: Yes, I know it's short, but I really felt like writing something in the Golden Trio era, so there you go.