Neville Longbottom
It was terrifying. All of it. Seeing him dead, sprawled in those big arms. Glasses askew, eyes closed. He looked so far from peaceful. Stepping up and facing him. I've no idea what came over me, except for that rage. Rage and terror, not the best combination, might I say. And when he put the Hat on me. It was like my rage was so terrible, I was on fire. And then I realized I was on fire. I couldn't move, I couldn't tremble, or shout out. I couldn't stop. I couldn't drop. And I most definitely couldn't roll. And then, the most terrifying, and also the most pleasing, thing. I just chopped her head off. And it rolled to the ground, at my feet.
Yes, I'm going to change between third and first person, depending on which I feel fits it better. Again, send requests!
