Neville just sighed. Helplessness was one of the things he couldn't get used to. He completely hated the feeling. "My shoe." He looked at the one remaining shoe. "Hermione t-tied it earlier. I...I can't get it off."
He wanted to just curl up and cry, he wanted to never have to move again. He wanted his magic and he wanted his body back. He wanted to feel normal again. But he knew he'd never have that. He'd have most of the scars for the rest of his life, the ones on his arm would never even fade. There was no way this would say secret and people knew what he looked like, he'd never be able to blend in again. He knew Harry must've felt the same way growing up, but he didn't know how he was able to handle it.