"Has Neville never told you why he has been brought up by his grandmother? His father, Frank, was an Auror just like Professor Moody. He and his wife were tortured for information about Voldemort’s whereabouts after he lost his powers, as you heard." "So they’re dead?" said Harry quietly. “No,” said Dumbledore, his voice full of a bitterness Harry had never heard there before. “They are insane. They are both in St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. I believe Neville visits them, with his grandmother, during the holidays. They do not recognize him.”
"The good things never stay in your head. Only the bad things live on."
"Hey, look at me. Don’t slip away, alright? Whatever she does, we still got us."
"When I was in middle school I was actually pretty good at drawing and I liked designing things and for a while I really wanted to be an architect when I grew up. Like, I was convinced until I was like 13 it’s what I was gonna do as a career. Granted I was 13 and my second idea I had at 14 I’m actually doing as a career.”