New Wand
By RossWrock
Why can't she just be happy for me? All my life; nothing but putting me down. I may look like him, I may try to be like him, but I am not my father. As much as she wants me to be, I'm just not her son.
Harry knows what this is like, to be mistaken for someone else; he told me once. That's why Snape's so mean. At least when he yells at me, there's a reason. Harry doesn't deserve it though. Sometimes looking so much like your parent isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Maybe it will all change now, though. I felt real bad about breaking his wand, but it couldn't be avoided. And I know Gran's pissed, but she'll get over it. I'll have a new wand now; my own wand now. She'll see. They'll all see. I'm not Frank Longbottom, I'm Neville, and I'm just starting to see that for myself.
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Author Note:
Some of the reviews I've gotten so far seem to think that this is the start of another story. Sorry, but that's not so. This is just a short drabble (50-150 word ficlet) I wrote to enter a contest, and I thought that I might as well post it since I made the effort. I'll post more drabbles as I write them under this heading, but none of them will relate to the others. For those of you who don't know, the theme of this drabble was "Neville: Growing up with Gran."