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Summary: Is Neville a wizard? He doesn't seem to think so.
I would never amount to much, I knew that. And yet...I wouldn't stop trying.
My name is Neville Longbottom, and I'm a wizard. At least, I think so.
My family doesn't seem to think I'm anymore than a squib, and perhaps they're right. I haven't had any magical outbursts unless you think surviving my family's crazy tactics is a sign of magic. Actually, maybe it is. Anyone else would have died if their uncle had thrown them out a window.
Ah but that's beside the point. Tomorrow is my eleventh birthday, and the entire manor is full to the brim with tension and waiting disappointment. I've resolved not to leave my bedroom until today and tomorrow is over and done with. After all, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry couldn't possible accept me.
© 2009 Inyx Dawn
10/10/09