Neville, at least till the Goblet of Fire, came across as a very scared, timid kid with an over-dominating grandmother. He was unfortunate enough to be so close to being an orphan, yet so close to having his real parents. Part of the fear may have been generated because of this. The other part of the fear may have been generated because his family thought he was good for nothing. With a memory as good as a troll’s memory, he could not be assisted even with a Remembrall. The only subject in which he excelled was Herbology. Maybe the green atmosphere of the greenhouses and the screaming wails of the teenage Mandrakes served to blot out all the fear in his mind? Maybe. But then when Dumbledore’s Army was created, maybe that little belief that Harry had in him worked its wonder. He tried a lot to master complicated spells, until one day he could even successfully jinx Hermione! I’m sure that might have served to bring up his confidence level to a level that is worthy of a Gryffindor. And then, as witnessed by all of us, Neville was the one who successfully killed Nagini, thus destroying the one love of Voldemort, and also his soul.
It’s kind of a rags-to-riches story. More like a zero-to-hero story. In which Neville, a person whom many considered a Squib and unworthy of even holding a wand, proved to the world and himself that anything could be achieved if one believed in oneself. (I love long sentences, and I love to trap readers into a cauldron of Confusing Potion when I create such sentences 😛 )
Jokes apart, let’s try and bring some semblance of this to our Muggle world. We might have those inner demons which tell us we are unfit to even breath a waft of air that this Planet Earth offers. We might face circumstances in which we even doubt our best talents. Can you recall such a scenario? The comments section is yours to fill!