He chuckled, more of a glancing puff of air than anything remotely resembling a laugh. "Yeah, I was. I figured if anyone else 'd received owl invites, it'd you three. I mean, it's a big thing, the Order, isn't it?"
He heard about it only in hushed tones from Gran and the others, that his parents actively fought against the Dark Lord and that that was why they'd been tortured into madness. But he didn't see it as a negative thing.
They defied Voldemort. It was only a matter of time before Neville figured he'd have to do the same. The DA was only the start. The Battle in the Department of Mysteries as well. It was all building up towards something bigger than Neville could get his head around. It was terrifying. But just the slightest bit brilliant.