God Help the Outcasts
Neville Longbottom lay on his bed in the Gryffindor sixth year boys dorm. He stared up at the hangings that surrounded his bed. As he lie there, the events of the day washed over him like soothing warm water.
It took all his control not to cry. When he was younger he might have cried. But not now. He was too happy...
I don't know if You can hear me
Or if You're even there
I don't know if You would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see Your face and wonder
Were You once an outcast too?
Malfoy had come up to him in the hall after potions and began to assault him with insults. This had happened before but this was some how different. This time he'd done something no one expected of him.
He fought back. Not like the time when he was a first year and had ended up in the hospital wing. No. Now he had hit Draco with all he had in him. "If you ever insult me again..." He was too scared to finish the threat.
God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth
The lost and forgotten
They look to you still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will
Snape came out of his office. He'd taken fifty points from Gryffindor and dragged Neville to see the headmaster. Neville was so frightened he was sobbing and making a fool of himself in front of Snape who
sighed disgustedly.
I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
God help the outcasts
The poor and downtrod
I thought we all were
The children of God
Dumbledor had asked him to leave the room s Snape left grumbling about expulsion. When Dumbledor turned his smile on Neville, he knew it would be OK.
I don't know if there's a reason
Why some are blessed, some not
Why the few you seem to favor
They fear us flee us
Try not to see us
"When I was young", Dumbledor began. "I had no friends. I was not very bright and was always the outcast. Just like you, Neville. But do you want to know something? When they told me that I was stupid or something to that effect, do you know what I did? I listened. And then I ignored it all. Now today I'm one of the best wizards of all time. Because I resisted the urge to fight. Now then. I'm very disappointed in
you for fighting but I trust it won't happen again. So. I can't let you get off scot free so, how about detention with me?" There was no argument.
God help the outcasts
The tattered, the torn
Seeking an answer
To why they were born
Winds of misfortune
Have blown them about
You made the outcasts
Don't cast them out
The poor and unlucky
The weak and the odd
I thought they all were
The children of God
Twenty years later, the headmaster of Hogwarts, Neville Longbottom, sat at his desk looking at a picture of the former headmaster. "Thank you" He turned around. The little boy in front of him reminded Neville so
much of himself at that age... The outcast had finally come home. To stay.
a/n: It all belongs to JKR. Go review it please! PLEASE! oh and the song is from Disney. Now you can go review it.
Neville Longbottom lay on his bed in the Gryffindor sixth year boys dorm. He stared up at the hangings that surrounded his bed. As he lie there, the events of the day washed over him like soothing warm water.
It took all his control not to cry. When he was younger he might have cried. But not now. He was too happy...
I don't know if You can hear me
Or if You're even there
I don't know if You would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see Your face and wonder
Were You once an outcast too?
Malfoy had come up to him in the hall after potions and began to assault him with insults. This had happened before but this was some how different. This time he'd done something no one expected of him.
He fought back. Not like the time when he was a first year and had ended up in the hospital wing. No. Now he had hit Draco with all he had in him. "If you ever insult me again..." He was too scared to finish the threat.
God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth
The lost and forgotten
They look to you still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will
Snape came out of his office. He'd taken fifty points from Gryffindor and dragged Neville to see the headmaster. Neville was so frightened he was sobbing and making a fool of himself in front of Snape who
sighed disgustedly.
I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
God help the outcasts
The poor and downtrod
I thought we all were
The children of God
Dumbledor had asked him to leave the room s Snape left grumbling about expulsion. When Dumbledor turned his smile on Neville, he knew it would be OK.
I don't know if there's a reason
Why some are blessed, some not
Why the few you seem to favor
They fear us flee us
Try not to see us
"When I was young", Dumbledor began. "I had no friends. I was not very bright and was always the outcast. Just like you, Neville. But do you want to know something? When they told me that I was stupid or something to that effect, do you know what I did? I listened. And then I ignored it all. Now today I'm one of the best wizards of all time. Because I resisted the urge to fight. Now then. I'm very disappointed in
you for fighting but I trust it won't happen again. So. I can't let you get off scot free so, how about detention with me?" There was no argument.
God help the outcasts
The tattered, the torn
Seeking an answer
To why they were born
Winds of misfortune
Have blown them about
You made the outcasts
Don't cast them out
The poor and unlucky
The weak and the odd
I thought they all were
The children of God
Twenty years later, the headmaster of Hogwarts, Neville Longbottom, sat at his desk looking at a picture of the former headmaster. "Thank you" He turned around. The little boy in front of him reminded Neville so
much of himself at that age... The outcast had finally come home. To stay.
a/n: It all belongs to JKR. Go review it please! PLEASE! oh and the song is from Disney. Now you can go review it.