You've got to get obsessed and stay obsessed

Dear Neville, true-hearted one, treasuring the gum wrappers your mother gave you, because that was the way available to show each other love. All those years of being hapless, no best friend, no Snitch-catching glory for you, but you were never bitter. And when Harry's hero-shoes needed filling at Hogwarts 7th year, you stepped up to the task. That prophecy could've meant you. I don't think the sword of Gryffindor would've come out of that hat for just anyone. May your plants thrive and may you be loved with tenderness and treated with genuine and heartfelt respect. And regards to Trevor.