Prompt: scream
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Dear Neville
I hope you are well.
You may be wondering why I'm writing to you when I haven't in the five nearly six years we have known each other. You would be right to wonder. I can hardly explain myself. I could scream for everything that seems so pointless now we have seen what's really out there. Demons in the dark we are not ready to fight and I'm ashamed to say, I never expected that if I did face those demons, it would be by your side.
Harry taught us well. He taught us more than what is in books, more what's really out there. I guess this letter is to apologise. I underestimated you Neville. I'll admit that. I underestimated what you were capable of and that was a grave mistake because I know you saved my life.
I felt worthless after the Ministry battle. Years of burying myself in books and I was one of the first to fall, one of the first to fail. I guess the point of this is, I want to thank you Neville. I want to thank you for saving my life. I want to thank you for coming with us when it really didn't involve you. I want to thank you for trusting us enough to join the DA in the first place. I want to thank you for helping Harry with the second task in Fourth year. I want to thank you for being there for Harry to the bitter end. I want to thank you for everything you have done for us over the years that we or I, haven't taken the time to thank you for before.
Have you been able to get a new wand? I should expect that if you do it will work better than the wand you had because it will be meant for you. I hope your grandmother wasn't too upset about it. I expect she will be very proud of what you achieved, as we all are Neville.
Forgive me for sharing my fears through a letter but I don't know who else I can tell that would understand and not judge me. I fear if I don't tell someone I'll scream, cry and break down.
When I saw that curse coming towards me, that horrifying purple light, I thought I was going to die. I saw my life flash before my eyes as it came closer. I couldn't move. I just stood there ad waited for death. My supposed Gryffindor courage failed me totally. The thing is, I know a shield that could have blocked it. I could have moved. I knew it all, I had learned it but the knowledge wasn't enough. Everything Harry had told us all year about it not being about memorising spells and throwing them at them and all I can think about now is that he was right and I was wrong and I failed! I'm afraid we won't all make it through this conflict. We are still children. Are we not too young to die? This shouldn't be our war to fight yet it could end up claiming our lives. There is no justice in that and I feel like I want to just scream and shout that it's not fair.
I guess I just want to thank you for being there Neville, for everything you did before and after I was hit and say that I am very proud to call you my friend Neville Longbottom and even prouder to fight side by side with you.
Sincerely, your friend
Hermione Granger