A Riffindor FanFic (Nuna)

NEVILLE

(Nevilles's POV)

I grew up in a family full of witches and wizards, I didn't show any sign of magic until I was eight years old. My uncle had to drop me out of a window for it to happen, sometimes I wonder if I can only use magic in times when my life depends on it. In all my years of Hogwarts I had always thought that I was squib, but still if I really needed to, I could produce magic, it just took a lot of hard work. I still freeze whenever I hear the name Lestrange, it torments me to think about the life I could have had. I wish I'd gotten to Bellatrix Lestrange before Mrs. Weasley, but it was probably for the best. I would probably have been killed if I had gotten to duel her. I still visit my parents a bunch, but there's no returning them to the people they were before. I guess it's not too bad, I mean, it's not like I had known them very well so I can't miss them, but I obviously still love them, they're my parents! I just wish there was some way to make me stop imagining the life I almost had only to come back to reality and disappointment.

My first year at Hogwarts was harsh, I was bullied a lot for my bad memory and bad grades in classes. I got injured a bunch too, I fell off of a broomstick that was 25 feet above the ground! I also often had to run back to my dormitory because I forgot my books a lot. At least I got a lot of exercise. It was better later on, I started getting a hang of things in my second and third years. I started bringing the correct books to classes and wasn't bullied as much, though Draco Malfoy seemed to have no other hobbies. In my fourth year I was reminded of something that I don't normally think about at Hogwarts, my parents. Professor Moody... well impostor professor Moody, was showing us the unforgivable curses, including crucio, the spell that made my parents the way that they are today. But at least I had some other things to think about, the Triwizard Tournament. I was excited to watch the tasks, but then there were two Hogwarts champions, Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory. I was of course going to cheer on Harry because he slept in the same dormitory as me and was a friend of mine. But a Hogwarts victory would have been great too, so I wasn't bad towards Cedric. Then Harry came out of the maze saying that you-know-who was back, the person that Bellatrix Lestrange worked for. That was the second time at Hogwarts when I had thought about my parents and the Lestranges.

In my fifth year I became friends with the strangest, most unique girl during Dumbledore's Army practice, Luna Lovegood. As it turns out, my third year was my last year of not thinking about my parents while at Hogwarts because after I learned that you-know-who had returned, they were all I thought about, them the fact that I was going to avenge them, and that I was not- could not end up the same way as them, I would succeed or die trying!

When I fought at the Ministry, the whole time I was thinking "I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die soon. I'm gonna die." and it felt... there's no other word for it... good. I liked being on the verge of death and fighting for my life. Maybe that's what finally made me able to do magic better, I found a reason. I wanted nothing more than to be amazing in the D.A. so that I could defend myself against Bellatrix Lestrange and defeat her. That's what I thought about during meetings at least.

In my sixth year I feel that not much happened. I had to deliver this letter to Harry from Dumbledore once. Most of the year passed by with me just worrying about keeping up with my work. But when I was 17 everything changed, and not for the better. Snape, who had murdered Dumbledore the year before, was the headmaster now and instead of learning defense against the dark arts we just learned the dark arts. I decided to live up to my name and stand up against these terrible people who were trying to ruin my education. Long story short I ended up getting expelled, the dark arts teacher and his sister chased me around the castle trying to get me to leave. I took refuge in the room of requirement and over time others joined me there. When the time came that Harry, Ron and Hermione came back to Hogwarts, Luna, Ginny, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Colin Creevey, Denis Creevey and so many others had taken refugee in the room of requirement like me. Fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts I felt as I did at the Ministry that one time, free. I loved working in a team against V-V-Voldemort. And now he's gone and this time he'll never come back!

Now I'm going back to Hogwarts to finish my education since I got expelled. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna and Ginny will all be going back too. (Of course Luna and Ginny would go back, they were only 16 in the battle of Hogwarts.)