They think I don't know but I do. I'm not as stupid as I appear. I get flustered and nervous, which makes me appear dumb.
My name is Neville Longbottom. My parents were bright people, very smart but they aren't that way anymore. They are dull and lifeless. They have nothing left to life for.
It makes me wish that I could be in Harry Potter's place. He has powers I can only dream of. He has the power to avenge his parents' deaths. The only thing I can do is stand on the side lines and cheer Harry on.
I wish I could be in the action. I wish I could fight with Harry.
I'm tired of being picked on by scum like Malfoy. One day, I'm going to find the courage I know that I have. I'm going to stand up for the little people like me and win. I'm going to stand tall one day and fight with Harry instead of just cheering for him. I'm going to make something of myself some day.
For now, I'm just going to go feed Trevor.
A/N: I feel kind of silly for putting that last line in, but something compelled me to put it in there.
I feel like I'm on a roll with all of these short stories. Maybe I'm just crazy… It's possible… very possible…