Longbottom Uprising
--yet another bloody brilliant story from our sick twisted pal,
Amouriel...
Neville's dark brown eyes, which flitted hither and thither, were the only part of his otherwise rigid form that moved. He blinked twice and heard the loud jeering voice behind him. "Evening, Longbottom," Malfoy drawled down the corridor. "Lost again, are we? Or perhaps simply too stupid to figure out what to do next. Most likely the latter, eh, Longbottom?" He moved closer to the frozen form and whispered coldly from behind, "Of course, mental sub normality is the best one can expect from the offspring of two raving lunatics. Last year, the bloody bastard who did it was right under your nose, but do you think mummy and daddy are proud of anything you did? I think not, oh idiot child of my year, I think not. But, what could you have done, what with your-" he snickered evilly, "-mental incapability of one with your lack of talent." He leaned closer to Neville's ear, a wicked smirk flitting across his pointed, snooty face. "Squib. " Neville whirled on Malfoy, his eyes narrowed. "You just leave me alone, Malfoy." his young voice quivering with emotion. "Oooh," Malfoy sneered mockingly, "witness me tremble." He laughed, high and cold, genuinely maniacal. "Stop it," Neville whispered, but then, more forcefully, "STOP IT! YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! WHY CAN'T JUST GO AWAY, YOU...bloody bastard," Neville cried, his voice trailing off as he turned and began to walk down the corridor, breaking into a run as he heard the voice of that malicious little monster jeering "Run, run, run, fast as you can," and he broke into gales of laughter again. Neville ran down the corridor, blinded by the tears in his eyes.
Neville's dark brown eyes, which flitted hither and thither, were the only part of his otherwise rigid form that moved. He blinked twice and heard the loud jeering voice behind him. "Evening, Longbottom," Malfoy drawled down the corridor. "Lost again, are we? Or perhaps simply too stupid to figure out what to do next. Most likely the latter, eh, Longbottom?" He moved closer to the frozen form and whispered coldly from behind, "Of course, mental sub normality is the best one can expect from the offspring of two raving lunatics. Last year, the bloody bastard who did it was right under your nose, but do you think mummy and daddy are proud of anything you did? I think not, oh idiot child of my year, I think not. But, what could you have done, what with your-" he snickered evilly, "-mental incapability of one with your lack of talent." He leaned closer to Neville's ear, a wicked smirk flitting across his pointed, snooty face. "Squib. " Neville whirled on Malfoy, his eyes narrowed. "You just leave me alone, Malfoy." his young voice quivering with emotion. "Oooh," Malfoy sneered mockingly, "witness me tremble." He laughed, high and cold, genuinely maniacal. "Stop it," Neville whispered, but then, more forcefully, "STOP IT! YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE! WHY CAN'T JUST GO AWAY, YOU...bloody bastard," Neville cried, his voice trailing off as he turned and began to walk down the corridor, breaking into a run as he heard the voice of that malicious little monster jeering "Run, run, run, fast as you can," and he broke into gales of laughter again. Neville ran down the corridor, blinded by the tears in his eyes.