Neville Longbottom had been a helpless, awkward kid ever since he entered into Hogwards. He was a complete failure almost in everything----always forgot important things like the passwords; screwed up in Snape’s classes; and being bullied and teased by the Malfoy gang. But in HP 5, to everyone’s surprise he was grown up to be a fighter, an important member of DA who stood alongside with Harry Potter to defend the Death Eaters until the last minutes. Here JKR gave all the kids like Neville a hope: You don’t need to be smart and quick to be a hero. As long as you have the courage and work hard enough, you could be somebody too.
What’s happening on the closed ward actually brought me close to tears. Don’t laugh at me. I have been reduced to crying at something like that ever since I become a mother. Neville had a secret, a secret buried in his heart deeply: Both his parents had been tortured into insane by Death Eaters long time ago. I don’t think he felt ashamed of them, he just, naturally, was afraid that their parents might become a joke in public eyes. They were Aurors, and they should be remembered and respected as Aurors---not teased and treated as some lunatic who locked up in the Closed Ward. But his secret was revealed unexpectedly when Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny met them in hospital. Shamed, awkward, and a little defiant he felt, he still showed great tenderness towards his mad mother with no hide and no holding-back. Her mother, in the fragments of her remnant senses, still recognized her son and gave him the only thing she could offer now---a sweet wrapper. It’s useless and worthless, but it is all a mad mother could give to her son. Instead of throwing it to the bin, Neville slipped it into his pocket. For that moment, my heart cried for that little boy who would cherish a sweet wrapper---the only Christmas Gift he received from his parents.
Words form HP:
She did not seem to want to speak, or perhaps she was not able to, but she made timid motions towards Neville, holding something in her outstretched hand.
"Very nice, dear,' said Neville's grandmother in a falsely cheery voice, patting his mother on the shoulder.
But Neville said quietly, "Thanks, Mum."
His mother tottered away, back up the ward, humming to herself. Neville looked around at the others, his expression defiant, as though daring them to laugh, but Harry did not think he'd ever found anthing less funny in his life