Jesus. I...Jesus. That was so beautiful. You managed to put everything so very beautifully, every emotion, every feeling. I never thought I'd read a fic in which despair would be so achingly lovely.

He’d want to bring down Ron Weasley all by his lonesome, and something inside Ron stuttered nearly to a stop at the thought.

You are the goddess of fanfiction.

PS: I love Neville. :)