Era: OotP (spoilers up to the end)
Rating: PG-13
Length: 190 words
He knew that even his fellow Gryffindors felt justified in picking on him, never mind members of other Houses.
But Neville also knew that he had something that set him apart from everyone else. He had his honour. It was an honour and morality drilled into him over years of strained afternoon teas with his strict Grandmother and over thousands of horrific hospital visits to his parents. He loved them so fiercely that sometimes it seemed to burn inside him. He’d been raised on tales of their bravery and of their determination to fight Voldemort and his Death Eaters, regardless of personal cost. As respected Purebloods they could have sat on the fringes of the War, but they did not. So Neville, when rumours began of the Dark Lord’s return and his friends began to suffer, swore that he would not either.
And in the Department of Mysteries, at the end of his Fifth Year when he found himself screaming defiance at the end of Bellatrix Lestrange’s wand, he finally thought he’d lived up to their legacy.