fanfiction | harry potter : wait and be silent
title: wait and be silent
genre: drama ;; suspense
character(s): neville ;; ginny
word count: 362
rating: g
notes: written ages ago, back in my phase of writing 2nd point of view fics and nothing else (i do still write 2nd pov, just, now, i'm trying to branch out into other styles of writing~)
The first thing you notice when you enter the station is the woman standing right next to the barrier. People around you glance and stare, at the disgusting hair and the ugly face, and most importantly, the robes. Grandma beside you tuts, gripping your shoulder painfully, but you don't say anything.
'Longbottom, is it?' the woman growls, and you silently nod. 'Blood traitors, but the Dark Lord doesn't waste good blood. Well, off you go.'
But you don't move, because Muggles are watching, and, beside you, Grandma voices your thoughts.
'Never mind that now,' the woman smirks. 'Just a Memory Charm will make sure they don't remember anything they shouldn't. Now get on with it!'
At the harsh bark of her voice, you stumble forwards into the barrier and pass through.
It's silent and it's cold and there's hardly anyone. Students are clustered into small groups, but no-one speaks.
And suddenly you're attacked by a set of arms.
'Oh thank Merlin you're here now!'
'Er, hi Ginny. What's wrong?' you ask her, for she has a frown upon her face. She shakes her head, glancing around at the cloaked and masked wizards patrolling. You understand her order to be silent, and you wait until you're both on the train with Luna, the English countryside rolling outside and the masked wizards have disappeared from your view.
'That's Carrow,' she says. 'Or one of them anyway. Dad says they're teaching this year, and they're about as bright as Ron full of love potion.'
You raise an eyebrow and quirk a small smile at the simile, knowing fully well that she would, given the chance, crudely insult them with a ‘fucking idiot’, but even after casting Muffliato on the door, you can't relax. So you resort to a nod, and Luna opposite you gives a little laugh under her breath.
'Where's your brother?' you ask after a pause.
'Which one?'
'Ron.'
'Spattergroit.'
Her answer's short and curt; you know there's more than she's saying but the black shadow passing by the compartment door stops you from opening your mouth. And you don't open it for the rest of the journey, scared to say anything wrong.
genre: drama ;; suspense
character(s): neville ;; ginny
word count: 362
rating: g
notes: written ages ago, back in my phase of writing 2nd point of view fics and nothing else (i do still write 2nd pov, just, now, i'm trying to branch out into other styles of writing~)
The first thing you notice when you enter the station is the woman standing right next to the barrier. People around you glance and stare, at the disgusting hair and the ugly face, and most importantly, the robes. Grandma beside you tuts, gripping your shoulder painfully, but you don't say anything.
'Longbottom, is it?' the woman growls, and you silently nod. 'Blood traitors, but the Dark Lord doesn't waste good blood. Well, off you go.'
But you don't move, because Muggles are watching, and, beside you, Grandma voices your thoughts.
'Never mind that now,' the woman smirks. 'Just a Memory Charm will make sure they don't remember anything they shouldn't. Now get on with it!'
At the harsh bark of her voice, you stumble forwards into the barrier and pass through.
It's silent and it's cold and there's hardly anyone. Students are clustered into small groups, but no-one speaks.
And suddenly you're attacked by a set of arms.
'Oh thank Merlin you're here now!'
'Er, hi Ginny. What's wrong?' you ask her, for she has a frown upon her face. She shakes her head, glancing around at the cloaked and masked wizards patrolling. You understand her order to be silent, and you wait until you're both on the train with Luna, the English countryside rolling outside and the masked wizards have disappeared from your view.
'That's Carrow,' she says. 'Or one of them anyway. Dad says they're teaching this year, and they're about as bright as Ron full of love potion.'
You raise an eyebrow and quirk a small smile at the simile, knowing fully well that she would, given the chance, crudely insult them with a ‘fucking idiot’, but even after casting Muffliato on the door, you can't relax. So you resort to a nod, and Luna opposite you gives a little laugh under her breath.
'Where's your brother?' you ask after a pause.
'Which one?'
'Ron.'
'Spattergroit.'
Her answer's short and curt; you know there's more than she's saying but the black shadow passing by the compartment door stops you from opening your mouth. And you don't open it for the rest of the journey, scared to say anything wrong.