I never really liked the Hogwarts robes. I mean don't get me wrong there very comfortable
but they just don't seem to be, well you know, me.
I've never really fit in here. Nope, I'm nearly seventeen and I have yet to master the simple
arts. Such as turning a toothpick into a needle. Hermione always helps but she doesn't understand,
everything just seems to come easy to her.
Oh and then there's the issue of friends. I would do anything to be Harry Potter, with the
gaggles of people following and gawking at him. But then he has Hermione and Ron constantly there.
What I would give to have that. Sure there's Ginny, we're friends but nothing like them.
Who am I you ask? Oh I'm Neville Longbottom. Yes, yes, you all think you know me. The
short kid that Snape hates. Oh and does he hate me.... But that's not just me you know. I suppose
I should start off with me and where I come from.....
First my dad. Frank Longbottom. What a guy. Frank and Lily Evans (better known as Lily
Potter) were best friends. Inseparable you could say. Dad was the kinda guy who was fearless no
matter what, whatever came his way he stood up to it. Which is why I suppose, he became an
Aurora. He fought hard against the Dark Arts, oh and he was so happy (or so Gram says) when You-Know-Who finally fell. Then when everything seemed to be the brightest, a dark deep fog covered
his life. I've heard the story, oh but it's too painful to think about.
Then there's my mum. She and my dad met at Hogwarts, though my mum was too shy to talk
to my dad. She was always there though, she was one of the girls that walked by him in the halls
and waved. My mum was pretty though nothing like Lily Potter. Lily, was tall with bright red hair
and dark emerald green eyes. I came across a picture of her once a few summers ago while going
through some of my dad's old things. My mum though... she was thin but not very, she had blonde
hair much like me, though hers was much lighter. Her eyes were deep pools of brown, but now
they're misted over in total confusion and loss.
After the unfortunate turn in events, something (my Gram says) something happened to me.
When I went to go live with her I didn't have the looks of a wizard until I was nearly eleven, and
that was only when I bounced down the street. She didn't know what to do when I didn't have the
showings. My dad, she says, was already deeply interested in the defense of the Dark Arts by the
time he could read. I was more interested in Magical Herbs and Plants, which accounts for my skill
in them today.
Maybe I will talk more about this tomorrow but right now I'm tired so I'm going to turn off
my light and snooze until morning...
A/N-That's my first attempt at anything related to Neville or this style of writing so tell me how it
was -please!!!!
