Soldier.
That's what he was. A soldier with the uniform of a civilian.
There was nothing exceptional about him. He was average height (maybe a bit taller), had insignificant blonde hair, and abnormally normal brown eyes.
Although his children and his wife thought of him as somewhat of a hero, he knew they were wrong. He was no hero. He did what had to be done.
And, to him, that was the definition of a soldier. Someone who protects and wants little recognition of his deeds.
He does it for the greater good.
He was Neville Longbottom.
And he was exceptionally normal for a soldier.
Prompt: Soldier prompted by hpfanfictionprompts on tumblr.
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