He Wishes

I sat there. I just sat there. I watched. I watched my used to be eloquent speaking, used to be actively brain functioning, used to be alive parents. I responded when they tried to say something. I smiled when they smiled. I said thank you when they tried to give me a gift that came from their crushed, no hope hearts.

I sometimes cry you know. I cry because I know I will never be able to talk to them like I want to, because I know one day their brains will completely give up on them. I wish – I hope – that one day, even if it was only for one moment in time, I could tell them my feelings and they'll understand. I wish I could tell them my heart-wrecking secrets, regrets, and revelations. I wish I could tell them my thoughts… like how I think I'm bi, but not sure, though I'm more into girls. ; I just wish…

"Neville! It's us, Neville!" said Ron brightly.

I jumped. I looked around to see Ronald Weasley, his sister Ginny, Hermione Granger, and the one and only Harry Potter. My heart sank. My life is over. My secret is no longer covert. My thoughts are disturbed. My parents are unmasked.

"Friends of yours, Neville, dear?"

I knew my facial expression looked like I wanted to die, not be here, float about, and not be me. The truth is… I don't.

"He's a good boy, but he doesn't have his father's talent, I'm afraid to say…"

Oh gosh. Not this again. She continued to ramble while I not listen. She said something to me and it took me some time to reply as I looked up at the ceiling. I swear I didn't know there was bubblegum stuck to it. Interesting…

"I'm not ashamed…"

Wow Neville, great way to show your confidence. No wonder you don't –

"My son and his wife were tortured into insanity by You - Know - Who's followers."

Well, now they know my dirty little secret. Well, not exactly dirty. Secret? Yes. I stood there as they reacted to the Gram's comment. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I'm not ashamed, really. I just… I just…

"I – yes, Alice dear, what is it?"

Mum handed me an empty Drooble Blowing Gum wrapper. Another heart-felt, fully thought of gift from my parents. They might not know it, but I love it when they give me gifts. It shows me that they do think about me. They still have a little memory of me as their son. Neville Longbottom. I say thank you and dared the others to laugh. I just dare them. I. dare. them.

"Very nice to have met you all. Neville, put that wrapper in the bin, she must have given you enough of them to paper your bedroom by now…"

I wanted to say, 'No Grams. I can never have enough.' But, I don't. I just place it in my pocket. I looked back to say something to my friends, but they were already gone. Typical.

I looked back at my mom and dad. They looked so happy, so… so… I don't know. They looked… they looked different. I knew when we leave these happy faces were going to drop. Their minds will draw a blank. They need me and Grams here for them, to regain their memory, to come back into sanity.

I don't know why I still have hope of that, but I do. I have hope – faith – for their recovery. But, every time… every single time… I sighed as me and Grams turn to leave. I saw that sad look on their faces. I kiss each of them on their foreheads and say 'I love you'. I meant it too. They have tears in their eyes now. They wave, sadly, good-bye. I swallowed my spit that had developed in my mouth and closed me eyes. If I only I can get revenge for this… If I only… I wish…