"Hello, son. Oh, you grew up. Oh, look at you. Me beautiful Neville." Neville Longbottom smiled brightly as his mother touched his cheek. Tears were in her eyes. His father stood next to his mother.
"You saved us," his father said with a bright smile. "We are so proud of you," he added hugging his son. Neville hugged him back and laughed happily.
"I love you guys," Neville said wiping the tears from his eyes however after a while he didn't feel their warmth around him. Soon the room he was in was dark and empty. "Mum? Dad?" Neville cried out his voice shook. However, he didn't hear anyone. Neville let out a shaky breath before he sat down on the now cold hard ground and started to cry.
Neville woke with tears in his eyes. He wiped them quickly before he got out of bed. 'I wish I could help them.' Neville thought before he walked into the bathroom. 'I want to help them. If not, I will make them proud.' Neville thought brushing his hair. He nodded when he found that he was satisfied and walked out of the bathroom.
It was the start of the summer after 3rd year. Neville could not believe that Harry had his Godfather whom he thought was evil and exapted Azkaban, but it was all wrong. Sirius Black did nothing. Neville was happy for Harry that he gets someone else to look after him but why cant he? Sure, he loves his grandmother but... He wants them: his parents. Neville waved to his grandmother as he walked into the dinning room. "Good morning gran," he said sitting down at the table.
"Good morning, Neville. How did you sleep?" she asked him as she stood up to get breakfast on the table.
"I…had…had that dream again," Neville said nervously. He watched as his grandmother put the plate in front of him. "Thank you," he muttered. His grandmother nodded and sat down with her food as well.
"I know you miss them. I know they are proud of you," she said before she started eating. Neville sighed and looked up at her nervously.
"How…how do you know," he whispered before he closed his eyes and started to eat almost dropping what he was saying. His grandmother looked at him sadly, but she didn't answer right away.
"Because they are your parents dear. I know they will be proud of you. I'm proud of you," Neville nodded and started to eat.
He wanted to do something, but he was scared to ask his grandmother. However, he knows that he will not help them if he's too scared to ask. Neville smiled at the letter from Harry. Things were going great with him it seems. Neville too a deep breath and started to write.
"Dear Harry,
I'm glad things are going well. I'm happy for you. I want to ask my grandmother something, but I'm scared too. I want to help my parents. Maybe you can ask Mr. Black…anyway, how is your summer going? I will write you later. I have to do homework.
Bye,
Neville.
A/N: How was that? I decided to write more of Neville. I'm not good with him but he is fun to write. Tell me what you think and I will see you next time. -Captain Vox. P.S today is my b-day yey!