Neville Longbottom:The Boy Who Lived

My Life

I woke up with a start when I saw the flash of green light. All I remember from that night is evil cackling and a bright flash of green light. I don't know why it does, but it always scares me. I haven't told anybody about the reoccoring dream, not even my foster parents. My real parents died in a car wreck when I was only a baby. I don't remember much about them, but my mums smile has always stuck with me.

I look at the clock and realise its already 8:00 in the morning. I sat strait up and strained my ears to hear my foster mum hollering at me to get my lazy butt out of bed and make breakfast for them. I got down to the kitchen as fast as I could. Then, I asked my "sisters" what they wanted for breakfast. The eight year old twins argued between waffles and eggs. Mum settled it by forcing me to bake both for the annoying girls.

Once I was done making breakfast, my dad said I had to clean the house. Ughhhh I do not like my foster family, they must think of me as their slave. I get so mad at them, sometimes I just want to explode!!!!!!!!

Finally I had some free time to myself. I go up to my room, if you can call it that. I don't even have a bed, I won't fit.my room is the size of the twins walk in closet. I have 1 blanket and 1 pillow, a pile of worn out clothes, my alarm clock, and a pile of books, which are my only entertainment.