It had been a long day at Hogwarts ever since the war ended. Walls were being put up, rooms were being redone, and most pureblood families volunteered their own House elves to help out the school. There was one person though who hadn't been seen all day, Neville Longbottom. As soon as the war was over, he had stayed to help out a bit but decided that he had to tell his parents first.
He had rushed to a Floo and was quickly at St. Mungos before the hour was up. He asked to see his parents and was promptly led to where they had been since their attack on Halloween so many years ago.
He smiled sadly and sat next to his mother, "Hello mum, I wanted to tell you something. The war is over."
For the next hour, he sat in the chair and explained all that had happened during the war in great detail to his parents. He knew that they would never respond but he wanted them to know, to have some sort of closure that the war was finally over.
"... And Voldemort was dead by his own rebounding curse, and Harry looked down at his enemy's shell with the two wands in his hand," Neville finished with a great grin on his face as he looked at his mother, expecting to hear nothing but gibberish come from her mouth.
The strangest thing happened though, there was nothing coming from her mouth, she was silent. Finally, after a slight pause, she turned her face towards him and smiled a bit before saying softly, "Proud..."
Neville gasped and blinked in shock as tears started to well up in his eyes, choking back sobs as he placed his face in his hands. Finally, he had finally heard his mother's voice and it sounded just as he had always imagined yet it was even better. He knew now that his parents were always listening, always knew he was there, and he knew that they were always proud of him.