Dream Turned Fic!
I am letting everyone know ahead of time, this is probably the worst fan fiction you will ever read, since NOT only does it have the "oddest" pairing, but it was based on a dream. NOT only that but I believe it breaks all canon and even plausibility, and it's not written very well since it was based on a dream...
I call it:
It was the beginning of the year. Neville was making his way to his first class when he heard hushed voices coming out of a side room. Ever curious to know what was happening, but not ever brave to stick his nose where it didn't belong, Neville crept closer to the door. Glancing back and forth furtively, he put his eye to the small, lit area between the door and the doorframe.
Neville gasped. Inside the room, were a few men he didn't recognize and one he did. Sirus! They were sitting in some chairs with their tied hands behind the back of the chair. Sirus' face was bloody and he looked exhausted. There were others walking around them, aggressively whispering questions at them while jabbing them with long fingers. One of the men went to a table and picked up what looked like a bottle with some kind of potion in it. He moved it close to Sirus' face. Sirus tried to back away, rather unsuccessfully. Whatever was in it was very bad, perhaps even deadly. Neville heard a noise. Someone was coming down the hall. He tore away from that spot as fast as his legs could carry him.
Even though he was scared and knew that even with help he would not be able to take on those men in that room, that didn't stop him from worrying. He had known Sirus for a while now and the thought of anything happening to him made him sick to his stomach. He first questioned Harry about Sirus, trying to get any information out of him, if everything was ok, but Harry was acting like nothing was wrong. After a while, what Neville had seen faded from his memory, to the point where even he began to doubt that he had really seen it.
Not only that, but this semester's work was even harder than any of the years before and Neville was having a hard time keeping up, even for him. At the end of the first semester, he was relieved to finally get some peace and quiet to himself as the others went home. He spent most of the break studying and reviewing his potions. Even if he doubted what he had seen, the look of that potion that they were using to threaten Sirus with was unforgettable. If he could only find one that looked like he remembered, knew he would be able to figure out what it was. He knew that there could not be more than one that looked like that. His searching was in vain as he could not find any potion that was described as what he remembered.
***
It was the day that everyone was due back at Hogwarts after the break and Neville was walking outside, around the corner of a building. To his great surprise, there was Sirus, but he looked awful. He was very pale and sickly. His hair hung down in a limp mockery of what it used to be.
Oh, my god... Sirus..." Neville rushed up to him and put both his arms around him. Sirus went limp in his embrace. Neville was hard pressed to keep the larger man supported, but soon Sirus regained his footing and stood on his own. A bit of color even came back to his cheeks, though he didn't back out of Neville's arms.
"Oh, thank goodness, Neville. It's you. I was so worried that it was going to be them again." He paused, breathing in heavily. His arms went tight around Neville's shoulders.
Neville gasped as his face was pulled into Sirus. He could feel his ears getting warm and his chest tightening. What was this feeling? It didn't matter, he had to put his feelings aside and get help for Sirus. Sirus moaned slightly and slumped down. Neville was afraid to leave him, but couldn't get him help if he stayed. Carefully, he helped Sirus walk around the back corner of the building and into the back door. Once inside, he tried to set Sirus down and go for help, but Sirus grabbed a hold of his robes before he could pull away. Neville let himself be pulled back and sank to his knees in front of Sirus.
"Yes, Sirus, I was j-just going to get help. I'll be r-right back. I promise." He tried to pull away again to no avail. Sirus had a tight grip on his robes.
"No... Don’t go. Stay with me. I am afraid that they have finally managed to do me in. I fear I don't have much longer."
Neville tried to pull away again. His voice rose an octave, "All the more reason to get you some help. Please, Sirus let me go. I could get Snape here in no time. He probably knows what that potion was and can fix what is wrong." Neville was desperate. He couldn't stand to see Sirus like this. He felt as if his heart was breaking in his chest. He desperately wanted to stay and pull Sirus to him and hold him and make him better, but he knew if he did that, Sirus would die. He knew he had to go and get help.
It was as if Sirus could sense Neville's hesitation. Pulling himself up to a sitting position he said, "It's no use. Even if you were to go and get Snape now, he couldn’t reverse the effects of the potion. It has had four months to work its way through my system. I don't have much time left." He lifted his hand and touched Neville's face. Neville closed his eyes and pressed his face against the older man's hand.
"Sirus, I...” Neville put his hand over Sirus'. "Please, let me go for help..." He was more than desperate. Silent tears ran down his cheeks. Sirus pulled him close. As their bodies touched, Neville realized that he had never wanted anything in the whole world as much as he wanted Sirus at that moment.
Despite everything, Neville stayed. As their lips met, he melted into Sirus. Feeling his arms around him make him feel as if he was safe. Safe from the entire goings on at Hogwarts that he didn't want to have to deal with. Safe from the ever present fear of Him. Safe from everything and everyone that had ever made his life harder. Sirus took him with an urgency that made Neville believe that maybe, just maybe, he had wanted this as much as he. It was all over so quickly. They hadn't even fully disrobed. When Neville felt Sirus enter him, he gasped once and cried out, but Sirus placed his mouth over his to muffle their sounds. Sirus moved against him three, maybe four times and then shuddered violently and collapsed.
When Neville's breath and senses finally came back to him, he found he was holding Sirus against his body. Sirus was sobbing softly into Neville’s shoulder. He rolled Sirus off of him and brushed his hair out of his eyes. Sirus had regained his color, and soon under the gentle ministrations of Neville fell into a deep sleep. Well, it doesn't look like he is going to die now. He stood up rather shakily. For a brief moment, he had the urge to lay back down next to Sirus and try to wake him, but that was selfish of him. He knew what he had to do.
Walking out of the back door, Neville straightened his robes, and reached for his wand. To his surprise, the area was filled with students. Everyone must be back from the break! No matter, he knew who he was looking for. Neville walked briskly through the grounds, his eyes scanning the groups of students in their robes. Just when he thought he wasn't going to find who he was looking for, he did. Four men he didn't know, but definitely recognized were skulking along the side of a wall. He was having a hard time seeing them. They must have a spell covering them, perhaps one that made you invisible to all those who didn't know what they were looking at. But he knew he was looking FOR them.
"You four! Halt!" he cried out. They froze, as he strode over. Maybe they thought he was referring to some other people. He got real close and pointed his wand at them. "I will not let you continue to be. You can stop your looking because you will never find him, and I am here to make sure of that." A crowd started to form around the five of them. Now that others were watching the spell seemed to be wearing off, and they were becoming visible to everyone. Neville looked around; so far, no professors had shown up.
Neville knew that these four must be Deatheaters, but surprisingly that didn't scare him. Aiming his wand at them, he cried out, "Now, prepare to feel my wrath! You will torture those I love no more!" He glared at them and with every fiber in his being, he cried out, "Crucio!" The nearest Deatheater began to walk forward, but then stopped and raised his hands to his head and fell to his knees. The other three look to each other and advanced as one on Neville. Without flinching, Neville pointed his wand at one of the three and said loudly, "Expelliarmus!" Neville was lucky and had chosen wisely, and that particular Deatheater had not had a good grip on his wand because it went flying from his hand. The other two were upon him before he could utter another word.
Neville was sure that this was the end of him when all of a sudden a flash of white light blinded him and his attackers. Falling to the ground Neville clutched his aching skull. He tried to open his eyes but the light was too bright and was only getting brighter. It was causing a terrible pounding in his skull, and he eventually succumbed to unconsciousness.
***
When Neville awoke in the infirmary, he was alone. It was awfully brighter than it should be. He blocked his eyes from the glare. Madam Pomfrey was leaning over him. "Here you go Neville, take this." He opened his mouth obediently. Something thick and bad tasting hit his tongue. He grimaced and looked around.
"Sirus... where's Sirus?" He struggled to get out of bed. Madam Pomfrey pushed him back down.
"Sirus is not here. What would make you think he was?" She leaned in close and winked, "but I am sure that no matter where he is, he is doing fine, just fine. Now you get some rest, Neville, or your eyes are not going to come back fully."
Neville nodded, yet still looked worried. Madam Pomfrey smiled down at him. "Now that you are awake, I am going to let Dumbledore know. He wanted to talk to you about a certain curse you used out there?" Neville groaned. Was he going to get sent to Azkaban? "That, and Sirus has been asking for you ever since you were admitted. They wouldn't let him come in for his safety and yours, but I am sure Dumbledore can tell you where he is."
Sighing deeply, Neville relaxed into his pillow. Well, he thought, what happens, happens. I can face up to what I have done. I guess I've always been able to.
I have cut it because it contains lemony situations between two male characters.
Also... this is my first Harry Potter fic (slash or otherwise) so forgive innocent mistakes.
This has been cross-posted in yakumae (main journal) and asaba (dream journal)
I call it:
It was the beginning of the year. Neville was making his way to his first class when he heard hushed voices coming out of a side room. Ever curious to know what was happening, but not ever brave to stick his nose where it didn't belong, Neville crept closer to the door. Glancing back and forth furtively, he put his eye to the small, lit area between the door and the doorframe.
Neville gasped. Inside the room, were a few men he didn't recognize and one he did. Sirus! They were sitting in some chairs with their tied hands behind the back of the chair. Sirus' face was bloody and he looked exhausted. There were others walking around them, aggressively whispering questions at them while jabbing them with long fingers. One of the men went to a table and picked up what looked like a bottle with some kind of potion in it. He moved it close to Sirus' face. Sirus tried to back away, rather unsuccessfully. Whatever was in it was very bad, perhaps even deadly. Neville heard a noise. Someone was coming down the hall. He tore away from that spot as fast as his legs could carry him.
Even though he was scared and knew that even with help he would not be able to take on those men in that room, that didn't stop him from worrying. He had known Sirus for a while now and the thought of anything happening to him made him sick to his stomach. He first questioned Harry about Sirus, trying to get any information out of him, if everything was ok, but Harry was acting like nothing was wrong. After a while, what Neville had seen faded from his memory, to the point where even he began to doubt that he had really seen it.
Not only that, but this semester's work was even harder than any of the years before and Neville was having a hard time keeping up, even for him. At the end of the first semester, he was relieved to finally get some peace and quiet to himself as the others went home. He spent most of the break studying and reviewing his potions. Even if he doubted what he had seen, the look of that potion that they were using to threaten Sirus with was unforgettable. If he could only find one that looked like he remembered, knew he would be able to figure out what it was. He knew that there could not be more than one that looked like that. His searching was in vain as he could not find any potion that was described as what he remembered.
***
It was the day that everyone was due back at Hogwarts after the break and Neville was walking outside, around the corner of a building. To his great surprise, there was Sirus, but he looked awful. He was very pale and sickly. His hair hung down in a limp mockery of what it used to be.
Oh, my god... Sirus..." Neville rushed up to him and put both his arms around him. Sirus went limp in his embrace. Neville was hard pressed to keep the larger man supported, but soon Sirus regained his footing and stood on his own. A bit of color even came back to his cheeks, though he didn't back out of Neville's arms.
"Oh, thank goodness, Neville. It's you. I was so worried that it was going to be them again." He paused, breathing in heavily. His arms went tight around Neville's shoulders.
Neville gasped as his face was pulled into Sirus. He could feel his ears getting warm and his chest tightening. What was this feeling? It didn't matter, he had to put his feelings aside and get help for Sirus. Sirus moaned slightly and slumped down. Neville was afraid to leave him, but couldn't get him help if he stayed. Carefully, he helped Sirus walk around the back corner of the building and into the back door. Once inside, he tried to set Sirus down and go for help, but Sirus grabbed a hold of his robes before he could pull away. Neville let himself be pulled back and sank to his knees in front of Sirus.
"Yes, Sirus, I was j-just going to get help. I'll be r-right back. I promise." He tried to pull away again to no avail. Sirus had a tight grip on his robes.
"No... Don’t go. Stay with me. I am afraid that they have finally managed to do me in. I fear I don't have much longer."
Neville tried to pull away again. His voice rose an octave, "All the more reason to get you some help. Please, Sirus let me go. I could get Snape here in no time. He probably knows what that potion was and can fix what is wrong." Neville was desperate. He couldn't stand to see Sirus like this. He felt as if his heart was breaking in his chest. He desperately wanted to stay and pull Sirus to him and hold him and make him better, but he knew if he did that, Sirus would die. He knew he had to go and get help.
It was as if Sirus could sense Neville's hesitation. Pulling himself up to a sitting position he said, "It's no use. Even if you were to go and get Snape now, he couldn’t reverse the effects of the potion. It has had four months to work its way through my system. I don't have much time left." He lifted his hand and touched Neville's face. Neville closed his eyes and pressed his face against the older man's hand.
"Sirus, I...” Neville put his hand over Sirus'. "Please, let me go for help..." He was more than desperate. Silent tears ran down his cheeks. Sirus pulled him close. As their bodies touched, Neville realized that he had never wanted anything in the whole world as much as he wanted Sirus at that moment.
Despite everything, Neville stayed. As their lips met, he melted into Sirus. Feeling his arms around him make him feel as if he was safe. Safe from the entire goings on at Hogwarts that he didn't want to have to deal with. Safe from the ever present fear of Him. Safe from everything and everyone that had ever made his life harder. Sirus took him with an urgency that made Neville believe that maybe, just maybe, he had wanted this as much as he. It was all over so quickly. They hadn't even fully disrobed. When Neville felt Sirus enter him, he gasped once and cried out, but Sirus placed his mouth over his to muffle their sounds. Sirus moved against him three, maybe four times and then shuddered violently and collapsed.
When Neville's breath and senses finally came back to him, he found he was holding Sirus against his body. Sirus was sobbing softly into Neville’s shoulder. He rolled Sirus off of him and brushed his hair out of his eyes. Sirus had regained his color, and soon under the gentle ministrations of Neville fell into a deep sleep. Well, it doesn't look like he is going to die now. He stood up rather shakily. For a brief moment, he had the urge to lay back down next to Sirus and try to wake him, but that was selfish of him. He knew what he had to do.
Walking out of the back door, Neville straightened his robes, and reached for his wand. To his surprise, the area was filled with students. Everyone must be back from the break! No matter, he knew who he was looking for. Neville walked briskly through the grounds, his eyes scanning the groups of students in their robes. Just when he thought he wasn't going to find who he was looking for, he did. Four men he didn't know, but definitely recognized were skulking along the side of a wall. He was having a hard time seeing them. They must have a spell covering them, perhaps one that made you invisible to all those who didn't know what they were looking at. But he knew he was looking FOR them.
"You four! Halt!" he cried out. They froze, as he strode over. Maybe they thought he was referring to some other people. He got real close and pointed his wand at them. "I will not let you continue to be. You can stop your looking because you will never find him, and I am here to make sure of that." A crowd started to form around the five of them. Now that others were watching the spell seemed to be wearing off, and they were becoming visible to everyone. Neville looked around; so far, no professors had shown up.
Neville knew that these four must be Deatheaters, but surprisingly that didn't scare him. Aiming his wand at them, he cried out, "Now, prepare to feel my wrath! You will torture those I love no more!" He glared at them and with every fiber in his being, he cried out, "Crucio!" The nearest Deatheater began to walk forward, but then stopped and raised his hands to his head and fell to his knees. The other three look to each other and advanced as one on Neville. Without flinching, Neville pointed his wand at one of the three and said loudly, "Expelliarmus!" Neville was lucky and had chosen wisely, and that particular Deatheater had not had a good grip on his wand because it went flying from his hand. The other two were upon him before he could utter another word.
Neville was sure that this was the end of him when all of a sudden a flash of white light blinded him and his attackers. Falling to the ground Neville clutched his aching skull. He tried to open his eyes but the light was too bright and was only getting brighter. It was causing a terrible pounding in his skull, and he eventually succumbed to unconsciousness.
***
When Neville awoke in the infirmary, he was alone. It was awfully brighter than it should be. He blocked his eyes from the glare. Madam Pomfrey was leaning over him. "Here you go Neville, take this." He opened his mouth obediently. Something thick and bad tasting hit his tongue. He grimaced and looked around.
"Sirus... where's Sirus?" He struggled to get out of bed. Madam Pomfrey pushed him back down.
"Sirus is not here. What would make you think he was?" She leaned in close and winked, "but I am sure that no matter where he is, he is doing fine, just fine. Now you get some rest, Neville, or your eyes are not going to come back fully."
Neville nodded, yet still looked worried. Madam Pomfrey smiled down at him. "Now that you are awake, I am going to let Dumbledore know. He wanted to talk to you about a certain curse you used out there?" Neville groaned. Was he going to get sent to Azkaban? "That, and Sirus has been asking for you ever since you were admitted. They wouldn't let him come in for his safety and yours, but I am sure Dumbledore can tell you where he is."
Sighing deeply, Neville relaxed into his pillow. Well, he thought, what happens, happens. I can face up to what I have done. I guess I've always been able to.
I have cut it because it contains lemony situations between two male characters.
Also... this is my first Harry Potter fic (slash or otherwise) so forgive innocent mistakes.
This has been cross-posted in yakumae (main journal) and asaba (dream journal)