Neville felt his stomach turn at the idea of using his fathers wand. Of not being able to live up to the legacy that the man had left for him. Disagreeing with his Grandmother wasn't something Neville had ever done, the old women had raised him from pretty much birth. Neville had no memories of his parents, of them actually looking after him. Yet the idea of doing this, of actually using a wand not meant for him, it felt wrong. Something within Neville filled him with strength, a strength he had never been able to find in all the other conversations with his Grandmother.