POV: When you become Merlin and create a song to tell a story - N. Longbottom version

Описание: Description:
"The Sorting Hat put him in Gryffindor. It took seven years to prove it right."

A story about the gap between where you're placed and who you become. This song follows a boy who never asked to be brave, who carried a legacy he didn't understand, and who learned that courage isn't the absence of fear—it's pulling a sword from a hat when the whole world is on fire.

🎧 Lyric Snippet:
"He had a round, worried face, and a heart full of dread / Of the words that were said by the Sorting Hat's voice..."

Lyrics:
In a second-hand robe, by a train window pane
With a toad lost again, in the starting rain
He had a round, worried face, and a heart full of dread
Of the words that were said by the Sorting Hat's voice.
It screamed "GRYFFINDOR!" but he didn't feel bold,
Just a story of courage that had never been told.
With a family name heavy as stone that he carried alone,
A seed not yet sown.

Oh, the lion sleeps tonight in the soil, in the light
Of a greenhouse so warm, watching a seed fight
Through the dark and the cold, to break free and be bold.
He was learning to grow, in the places they'd never know.

Remembralls were red, but they couldn't explain
All the lost and the pain that lived in his head
He'd trip on his feet while the House sneered and laughed,
Clutching a broken remembrall half.
But he stood up to them, by the end of third year,
Showed a different kind of fear was what made him a friend.
When others just followed, he'd quietly tend
To the things that they'd need, in the end.

'Cause the lion sleeps tonight in the soil, in the light
Of a greenhouse so warm, watching a seed fight
Through the dark and the cold, to break free and be bold.
He was learning to grow, in the places they'd never know.

The halls filled with fear, with the Carrows and pain
But he planted the ground, again and again.
He became the resistance, the D.A.'s quiet core,
The one they'd walk past, but now couldn't ignore.
And when hope seemed a ghost, when the Dark Lord had won,
He remembered the flower, and how it faced the sun.

And when the hat screamed for a hero, it wasn't for a scar,
It was for the quiet boy who'd traveled so far.
He pulled the sword from the fire, with a shake and a stand,
Not for glory or fame, but to heal the land.

And the lion awoke, in the fire and smoke,
Pulled the sword from the stone, and he finally spoke!
"I am Neville!" he cried, no more fear left to hide,
And the soil gave way to a hero that day.

Now he walks the greenhouses, a smile on his face
In a much warmer place, teaching love, teaching grace.
To the shy, to the scared, he whispers so low,
"It's not over yet. It's your time to grow."

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