ii: A True Gryffindor
It's been simmering inside Neville for a long time, the desire to prove to the world that he really is a true Gryffindor. So when the opportunity arrives, he takes it gladly.
He looks around at the dejected faces in the common room after only one day under the Carrows' rule, and he's angry. He's angry that they can have such an effect on this group of people, who mere months ago were full of such vibrant hope and optimism.
"Come on, guys," he says, an authority he didn't know he possessed in his voice. "We can't let them get us down!"
People look up at him pityingly. "Neville, there's nothing we can do," Ginny tells him gently, placing a hand on his arm.
Neville shakes his head. All the training they've had from Harry… they can't just waste it. And he's desperate to do something, to change his reputation as Neville Longbottom, the useless lump who can't even go near the Potions classroom without causing some kind of chaos. "Yes there is. We can make a stand," he says forcefully. "Dumbledore may be gone, but we're still his army. He wouldn't want us just to give up."
"I don't know, Neville," Seamus says doubtfully, although Neville can see the same desire burning in his eyes. "We don't have half the people we had last time."
A plan begins to form in Neville's mind. "Well… we'll have to get recruiting, then, won't we?"
A/N: So after the last chapter and the bad mood I've been in all day, I decided to write something slightly more uplifting. :) So much love for badass!Neville.