|Happy Birthday, Mum
Author: fanta-faerie PM
Neville writes his mother a birthday card during the War. Takes place in Seventh BookRated: Fiction K - English - Family - Neville L. & Alice L. - Words: 569 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 1 - Published: 12-27-09 - id: 5616889
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Gran says not to waste my time, that you won't understand what I'm writing, but I guess I want to send you a card anyway.
Oh, I promise, I'll write another one for Dad later. But I really wanted to write one just for you.
See, I'm actually pretty scared. No, scared doesn't even cover it. In reality, I'm terrified.
I mean, every day I hear about Harry, and all the brave and wonderful things he's done, and it makes me glad, Mum, it really does...but it also makes me feel kind of ashamed.
I suppose I'm only Neville, after all.
But I guess that for once in my life, I wouldn't mind not being a coward, of not being afraid.
I think that for once, I'd like to be the hero, just so I can prove to myself that I can be one.
I know you'll be reading this and going, Neville, you really are your father's son for wanting to put yourself in danger, but Mum? I think that I need to do something.
If not to prove to the world, then to prove to myself that I really am someone.
That I can do something to help.
So I've restarted the DA. And it's going pretty well, actually.
And oddly enough, I think that I've changed.
I'm not really 'poor old blundering Neville' any longer.
I've changed, Mum.
I think I've finally become who I'm supposed to be.
And I know that a lot of people tell me that Gran wants the perfect grandson and she has to realize that she has me, and I'm good enough and all, but in reality, that's not what Gran's ever said.
I think she's just wanted me to become who I really am, to break out of the shyness that was never really me.
In the end, she's only wanted what's best for me, you know?
And because of that, I can forgive her for everything else.
Even though the world is in the middle of it's biggest war, and even though people are getting hurt and dying so often, I think I've finally found peace.
About me, and who I am.
I've always wondered why the Sorting Hat put me in Gryffindor.
After all, I've never done anything remotely brave.
And I'm still wondering why, but I guess I'm starting to see it.
See what that Hat saw in me seven years ago.
And I'm glad, Mum.
I'm glad, more than anything, that I'm your son, and that I was lucky enough, out of the whole world, to be born to you and Dad.
Reading back over this I realize that this sounds nothing like a Birthday card...but oh well.
I can't talk to you like this in person, so I suppose this is the best it's going to get.
Stay well, Mum. Have a Happy Birthday, and never forget that I love you, Dad and Gran more than anything else.
Hey guyzzz! :) It's me again. Random fic I suddenly thought of because I was reading the seventh book again and bawling my eyes out, ahahaha. Please Review, you know it makes my day!