Who Would Have Known?

By: M14Mouse

Summary: Neville's POV after the events in the fifth book. Spoilers for the Order of Phoenix. Sequel to Who Would Have Thought?

Disclaimer: Don't own them.

A/N: Now, doesn't this title look familiar? Although the other story didn't take off. I still thought it would be a fitting title for this story. I think Neville have done some growing up and I want to show this is my fic. Read and review if you wish. I want to thank all of my reviewers from "Who would have thought?"

---The greatest thing a man can do in this world is to make the most possible out of the stuff that has been given him. This is success, and there is no other. ---

Orison Swett Marden

It is a bit cold for this time of year. The late frost is likely to kill some of the flowers and plants in the garden. I know I should be thinking of more important matters instead of the Hogwart's gardens. I cannot help it. The gardens help me forget and help in my own way. The seeds I put into the ground will turn into seedlings then into plants. The plants are use to please the senses, cure the curable, and help Snape's potions. Now, isn't that a happy thought.

Haha. I sound like Snape. Now, isn't that scary! No…what is scary is what happened at the Ministry. Look, my hands are trembling from the memories. The Death Eaters were everywhere. The curses and spells flew across the room. Yet, I stood my ground. I didn't give up. I wouldn't give up because my friends and fellow DA members. They were counting on each other to survive. I think Death Eaters were surprise by the fact that group of students could handle them.

Yet, I am sad and proud. Sad that…that the Ministry didn't listen to Harry. Sad that Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back. Bloody, The whole situation is sad. Nothing will be the same again. Yet, I am proud that I stood next to Harry. I am proud that I join the DA and stuck with it. I am proud of the fact that stood up to that old bat. Yes, I saw the scars on my fellow housemates' hands. I help make the salve. Whatever the centaurs did to you in the forest…I know it isn't like me but you deserve it. You were no better than HIM!

Now, I wonder about the future. What is next? What will come?

I wonder if my parents are proud of me. I can hear my granny's voice inside of my head. She would pick my chin up and look me in the eye. She gives me one of those rare warm smiles of hers and says that your parents couldn't be prouder. They would be proud that you have such natural gift with plants. They would have been proud that I got sort into Gryffindor. They would have been proud no matter what. My granny is a tough woman and I love her for it. I am going need to wipe my face before I head inside.

I think I realize something. I understand why the hat sorted me into this house. Courage isn't about facing a bully or my case, a Malfoy. Courage standing up what you believe in. Fearlessness isn't about fighting. Fearlessness is to know fear but facing that fear. I stood up to my fears and understand my weaknesses. I will not bow down.

Not now.

Not ever.

Who would have known?

Well, maybe the sorting hat knew but me? I had no clue.

I have better get back inside. I have some packing to do.

The End.