A Series of Old Drabbles- Part 3: Monthly Character, Neville Longbottom
Two drabbles done for the the Monthly Character challenge, focusing on Neville Longbottom.
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Title: Harry's Not the Only One With Nightmares
Word Count: 349
Warnings?: Torture
Neville Longbottom watched on, helpless, as three wizards and a witch surrounded his parents. He felt as if some invisible force was preventing him from moving.
"Tell us where He is!" the youngest shouted at him.
"I told you, we don't know!" Frank Longbottom called to them.
"Liar! If you refuse to comply, we'll torture you," the witch shrieked, now drawing her wand. "Crucio!"
Frank screamed in pain. He collapsed to the ground, twitching uncontrollably. The young Death Eater pulled out his wand and pointed at the man too, shouting the same curse as the witch. Alice Longbottom sobbed uncontrollably, restrained by the remaining two Death Eaters, unable to help her husband. Neville watched in horror, unable to break free, unable to help. The witch cackled mercilessly, as she stared down upon the man she was torturing.
Soon, the man moved no more. His mouth was open, but no sound came out. The two wizards holding Alice let go of her. She fell to the ground and crawled over to her husbands side. She took one look at him before burying her face into her hands and crying even harder. Neville began to cry too.
The witch lowered her wand, looking down on Alice sobbing over her husband, with some satisfaction that made Neville feel ill.
"Now tell us where the Dark Lord is," she commanded. "Or you get the same fate as your husband."
"We already told you, we don't know where he is!" Alice sobbed.
"Have it your way," hissed the witch. "Crucio!"
Alice fell next to Frank, screaming and twitching just like him. Neville yelled out, but what he said was not heard, as his mother's screaming drowned him out.
Thud.
Neville fell to the floor of the boy's dormitory, tangled in the bed sheets. The room was pitch black but he heard someone sit down on the floor next to him.
"Neville, are you okay?"
He finally fought his way out of the sheets and saw who was sitting next to him. It was Harry.
"Yeah, it was just- just a nightmare," he answered quickly.
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Title: A Picture Worth a Thousand Words, But None From Me
Word Count: 499 (talk about cutting it close)
Warnings?: None... I think.
Right after I graduated from Hogwarts, Harry, Ron, and Hermione invited me to join a group called the Order of the Phoenix. The Order, they explained, was a secret group dedicated to fighting You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters. They were also the group that came to the Department of Mysteries two years ago when the prophecy was smashed.
So the three of them are now bringing me to my first meeting, two weeks after school ended, at a place guarded by a Secret Keeper, so I'm not able to say where it is.
The meeting place is this big house that looks like it belongs to a Dark wizarding family, but Harry assured me this wasn't so.
"It belonged to my godfather, you know, Sirius," he told me. "I inherited it when he...well...you know."
I nodded, saving him from saying anything more.
We entered a dark hall, where we were cautioned by a kind looking woman, who I learned was Mrs. Weasley. We walked in silence and followed Mrs. Weasley down a set of stairs into a kitchen where a group of twenty or so people was already settled around a large table.
Ron and Hermione settled themselves between our third year DADA professor, Remus Lupin, and a tall and bald black wizard, I recognised from the group that came to the Department of Mysteries. Harry and I sat between another of our former professors, Mad-Eye Moody, and what looked like a pile of rags.
"How have you been, Potter?" Moody asked.
"Fine," Harry answered.
"And you, Longbottom?" he inquired.
"Oh, me? I'm...I'm fine, thanks," I answered.
"I got something here that might interest you," he said. Then he began digging into his cloak pocket.
As he pulled out an old and tattered photograph, Harry looked sideways and frowned, "Don't show that to him Mad-Eye, it won't interest him, it'll only make him sick."
Moody ignored him and pushed it to me anyway.
"It's a picture of the original Order of the Phoenix," he explained.
"There's me and Dumbledore, his brother Aberforth," he said, pointing at various people as I looked on. "There's Lily and James Potter, that one next to Lily is Sirius Black, back when his hair was short, next to James is Peter Pettigrew."
At the mention of 'Peter Pettigrew,' I heard a growl and felt the table rattle. Glancing around, I saw Harry's hand clenched in a fist and his face looked stormy.
"Oh, here we are," Moody continued, pointing out two new people. "Look at them."
What I saw made my stomach drop. My parents were smiling and waving up at me. They were so happy, and it hurt that they didn't know they wouldn't be able to recognise anyone or anything in some time. I looked around at the picture again and saw Harry's parents; they too were smiling and waving, unaware that they would be dead. I understood why Harry said it would make me sick, because I wasn't feeling good at all.
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Title: Harry's Not the Only One With Nightmares
Word Count: 349
Warnings?: Torture
Neville Longbottom watched on, helpless, as three wizards and a witch surrounded his parents. He felt as if some invisible force was preventing him from moving.
"Tell us where He is!" the youngest shouted at him.
"I told you, we don't know!" Frank Longbottom called to them.
"Liar! If you refuse to comply, we'll torture you," the witch shrieked, now drawing her wand. "Crucio!"
Frank screamed in pain. He collapsed to the ground, twitching uncontrollably. The young Death Eater pulled out his wand and pointed at the man too, shouting the same curse as the witch. Alice Longbottom sobbed uncontrollably, restrained by the remaining two Death Eaters, unable to help her husband. Neville watched in horror, unable to break free, unable to help. The witch cackled mercilessly, as she stared down upon the man she was torturing.
Soon, the man moved no more. His mouth was open, but no sound came out. The two wizards holding Alice let go of her. She fell to the ground and crawled over to her husbands side. She took one look at him before burying her face into her hands and crying even harder. Neville began to cry too.
The witch lowered her wand, looking down on Alice sobbing over her husband, with some satisfaction that made Neville feel ill.
"Now tell us where the Dark Lord is," she commanded. "Or you get the same fate as your husband."
"We already told you, we don't know where he is!" Alice sobbed.
"Have it your way," hissed the witch. "Crucio!"
Alice fell next to Frank, screaming and twitching just like him. Neville yelled out, but what he said was not heard, as his mother's screaming drowned him out.
Thud.
Neville fell to the floor of the boy's dormitory, tangled in the bed sheets. The room was pitch black but he heard someone sit down on the floor next to him.
"Neville, are you okay?"
He finally fought his way out of the sheets and saw who was sitting next to him. It was Harry.
"Yeah, it was just- just a nightmare," he answered quickly.
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Title: A Picture Worth a Thousand Words, But None From Me
Word Count: 499 (talk about cutting it close)
Warnings?: None... I think.
Right after I graduated from Hogwarts, Harry, Ron, and Hermione invited me to join a group called the Order of the Phoenix. The Order, they explained, was a secret group dedicated to fighting You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters. They were also the group that came to the Department of Mysteries two years ago when the prophecy was smashed.
So the three of them are now bringing me to my first meeting, two weeks after school ended, at a place guarded by a Secret Keeper, so I'm not able to say where it is.
The meeting place is this big house that looks like it belongs to a Dark wizarding family, but Harry assured me this wasn't so.
"It belonged to my godfather, you know, Sirius," he told me. "I inherited it when he...well...you know."
I nodded, saving him from saying anything more.
We entered a dark hall, where we were cautioned by a kind looking woman, who I learned was Mrs. Weasley. We walked in silence and followed Mrs. Weasley down a set of stairs into a kitchen where a group of twenty or so people was already settled around a large table.
Ron and Hermione settled themselves between our third year DADA professor, Remus Lupin, and a tall and bald black wizard, I recognised from the group that came to the Department of Mysteries. Harry and I sat between another of our former professors, Mad-Eye Moody, and what looked like a pile of rags.
"How have you been, Potter?" Moody asked.
"Fine," Harry answered.
"And you, Longbottom?" he inquired.
"Oh, me? I'm...I'm fine, thanks," I answered.
"I got something here that might interest you," he said. Then he began digging into his cloak pocket.
As he pulled out an old and tattered photograph, Harry looked sideways and frowned, "Don't show that to him Mad-Eye, it won't interest him, it'll only make him sick."
Moody ignored him and pushed it to me anyway.
"It's a picture of the original Order of the Phoenix," he explained.
"There's me and Dumbledore, his brother Aberforth," he said, pointing at various people as I looked on. "There's Lily and James Potter, that one next to Lily is Sirius Black, back when his hair was short, next to James is Peter Pettigrew."
At the mention of 'Peter Pettigrew,' I heard a growl and felt the table rattle. Glancing around, I saw Harry's hand clenched in a fist and his face looked stormy.
"Oh, here we are," Moody continued, pointing out two new people. "Look at them."
What I saw made my stomach drop. My parents were smiling and waving up at me. They were so happy, and it hurt that they didn't know they wouldn't be able to recognise anyone or anything in some time. I looked around at the picture again and saw Harry's parents; they too were smiling and waving, unaware that they would be dead. I understood why Harry said it would make me sick, because I wasn't feeling good at all.