None of the Weasleys, however, would ever forget the image of round-faced, pudgy, unimposing eleven-year-old Neville Longbottom, panting from running up the stairs after Ron. He'd faced down the four of them and their argument, their conclusion that something had to be done, alone. He'd been a head shorter than any of them and all the same stood there, with his fists raised in a bizarre, childish caricature of defiance.