For the record, I have always been a huge Neville Longbottom fan. HUGE. From the beginning, from book one, when his bravery in standing up to his friends when he truly believed they were making wrong and dangerous choices, I knew he was more than just a stereotypical pudgy sidekick.

In other words, it’s not just because of THIS:

Yes, that is Neville. Yes, he is so stinking hawt he makes Cedric Diggory AKA RPatz disappear into his vampire lair to emote and brood over his celibacy a bit more.  But THAT’S NOT WHY I LOVE HIM OH NO IT’S NOT!!

In order to prove my pure, non-cougar, J.K. Rowling-knows-her-bidness love of Neville, I offer the following proof through the books.

BOOK ONE: As mentioned above, Neville, who is introduced as “a round-faced boy who was saying, ‘Gran, I’ve lost my toad again.'” gains the bravery to stand up to Harry, Ron, and Hermione when they sneak out to go into the hidden corridor. It is this – his clear willingness to act brave even when he doesn’t feel it that made me admire him.

BOOK FOUR: This is where we learn the truth about Neville’s parents, and how they were tortured to the point of insanity by Bellatrix LeStrange. Suddenly, the round-faced boy who lives with his grandmother and is petrified of Snape, has more of a back story. His own past is as tragic as Harry’s own. And as Harry himself realizes, he has always gotten sympathy for being an orphan, while Neville has had no such kindness done to him.

BOOK FIVE: Oh, this is a tough book for me. But Neville…well, as Harry winds up in the throes of adolescent angst Neville mans up again and again. There’s his work in the DA, there’s his heartbreakingly kind visit at St. Mungo’s with his parents, and of course, his stalwart insistence that he accompany Harry to try and rescue Sirius. In fact, at the end of the book it isn’t that surprising to discover that the prophecy Voldemort so fears could have in fact meant Neville. He is totally becoming hero-worthy.

BOOK SEVEN: Well. Neville pretty much OWNS Hogwarts in this book. He’s there, trying to keep spirits up, trying to keep the rebellion alive, trying, trying, always trying, to be heroic in his understated way. This is the description: “…out of [the portrait], his hair overgrown, his face cut, his robes ripped, clambered the real Neville Longbottom, who gave a roar of delight, leapt from the mantlepiece, and yelled, ‘I knew you’d come! I knew it, Harry!”

To me this is indeed the real Neville. Then there is of course his coup de grace – quite literally. Voldemort would have been well served to fear BOTH boys born in July to wizarding parents who had thrice survived him. Neville, in chopping off the head of the snake, paves the way for the final battle.

So again, I give you all Neville Longbottom.

Yeah, that’s right, Neville’s getting it DONE