Neville was super excited to start Hogwarts, but when he started getting bullied for… everything. He wished he could go back home, where everything was okay. He would constantly try to avoid his tormentors but would fail. Over, and over again. Usually, they’d just say mean words. But now, they went a lot further.

“I-I wish I never came to Hogwarts…” Neville sniffled, he was on the ground. It was pouring rain and he was crying. Draco and his goons had beaten him, he was covered in bruises and blood and dirt. It was after hours, he had gone out because he was lost. He knew no one would find him.