A/N: So, up to Neville! Sorry but I just HAD to do Fred and George! And Cedric was quite awesome and Seamus is IRISH! Draco and Ron are coming very shortly then Luna :D Keep reading and reviewing, thanks!

Neville Longbottom

The Great Hall was so big, the whole place was. I was never going to find my way around the castle, and if I did I'd probably end up falling over. I was always falling over, my Grandma was constantly complaining about it. But she always complained, and it was always my fault. If I wasn't such a loser and if I wasn't such a disappointment to my parents, maybe she could be proud of me. My parents were so brave, I wanted to be like them but I never could. They were put under the Cruciatus Curse and tortured by a group of Death Eaters. Now they were in St Mungos. I used to go and visit them occasionally but they had no recollection of who I was. No matter how many times I told them they wouldn't believe it, or they wouldn't remember me the next time I came to visit. Every time I saw them and they still had no clue who I was it felt like I was constantly being punched in the gut. I had tried to be brave and not break down but no one knew how hard it is.

I'd lived with my Grandma ever since I could remember, but she had to remind me every day what a disappointment I was. It wasn't just her, all my other relatives thought so too and they were right. They all thought I might be a Squib until I fell out of that window, when Uncle Algie had let go and I bounced up. They were all so pleased but not for me, for them because I wasn't a complete disgrace.

I had got my Hogwarts letter, and then on the train I had managed to lose Trevor, Grandma would have killed me if I couldn't find him again. But I did! Hermione had helped me. I liked Hermione, she was my first friend. Or at least I hoped, she had sat with me on the train and helped me look for Trevor. She was in Gryffindor however and I knew I was going to be in Hufflepuff! There was Harry Potter too! He'd actually talked to me and not even sneered! He seemed really nice but he was going to go into Gryffindor, after all he had defeated Voldemort, he must have been pretty brave to do that. "Longbottom, Neville." Professor McGonagall called out.

I walked up nervously, looking at the ground and concentrating hard so I wouldn't trip up. I sat down on the stool carefully, blushing as I saw everyone looking at me. I hated attention, was it too much to ask to be ignored for me to get on with my life in peace? I was trembling with fear as the hat was placed on my head. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" it said quietly in my ear.

"Yeah, I know I'm useless just send me back home!" I thought, I knew I was a Squib!

"No, stop putting yourself down, you belong in Gryffindor." It said.

"What? No, I'm not brave, just put me in Hufflepuff!" I thought.

"Why Hufflepuff?" it asked me.

"Well, I'm loyal, I think."

"Then why not Gryffindor. Gryffindors are loyal. And they show bravery just like you, you're probably the bravest person I've ever met!" it said. What? What in Merlin's name was the hat talking about.

"You've not met my parents then!" I thought.

"I have, I sorted them both into Gryffindor where you belong. You don't seem to realise how brave you are, or how much you've gone through. Most people would have broken down by now."

"I feel like breaking down though! I'm not brave!" I thought.

"You are. You're so brave and you're going to need to remember it. You'll need to be brave. Just don't forget that you are." It said like it was the most important statement in the world. No I couldn't be in Gryffindor though! I wasn't brave enough! "GRYFFINDOR!" it yelled. But I covered my ear and ran off the stool with the hat still perched on my head. I wasn't brave enough! I couldn't possibly be in Gryffindor like my parents. I heard everyone laughing at me and remembered that they were all watching.

I blushed more than before and slowly walked back to the stool, handing the hat and passing it to Professor McGonagall. She grimaced at me as I smiled nervously, trying not to cry. I dug my nails into the palm of my hands as I did when I saw my parents. When I gave it back I heard all the Gryffindors start cheering loudly and I walked over to the table. Why did I have to be such a big disappointment? I was glad my parents couldn't remember me; I was such a shame on them. People were patting me on the back, congratulating me but I didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve to be in Gryffindor. I didn't deserve to be there at all.