The Dark
Neville sat down on the stool, trembling. He didn't want to tremble, but he was far to afraid not too. The black, ragged hat was placed over his head, and it slid so far down his face that it covered half of it.
Not Slytherin..., He thought frantically. Not Slytherin.
Not Slytherin?, The hat asked.
Neville shook my head. No, i can't be in Slytherin!
You have the potential to be great, Neville Longbottom. Far from a squib, i assure you. Extremely far. Loyalty shines through you greatly. Hufflepuff perhaps? But no! You have a strong sense for revenge. Slytherin would be a great house to put you in. You and your....abilities...
No! I don't want to be like he did!
The hat thought it over with a soft 'hmm'. But yes, the hat was in a great amount of thought. This boy was even harder then the Potter!
Finally, the hat sighed.
Would Gryffindor approve your conscious?
Neville gasped. But im not brave or courageous.
The hat suddenly laughed. Oh, hahaha! What a blind child you are! It is quite obvious that i do not place you in Ravenclaw! Oh my dear boy, you have much to learn about yourself.
But im not...., Neville thought sadly.
Hmm, well. Hufflepuff is not a place for you. You are too free spirited and minded. You are sadly to daft for Ravenclaw, though i can see you have a very wide, open, and nurtured mind. So i am stuck with Slytherin or Gryffindor. Would you like me to choose, or you to choose?
But i thought you chose the houses not—
Neville's thought was cut off my a loud roar.
"GRYFFINDOR!!," the hat screamed.
I was only seven years old when i learned i could talk to snakes. It frightened me at first—It still does.
I do not like this ability i have. No, i love it.
And that is what scares me.
I love the feeling of being in control; being in power. It excited me to no end.
What is worse then this is that i can make people do things. I don't even have to say it! I just have to think it. There's no wand attached to this, either.
It's just me, my mind, and my tongue.
I'm a threat to the world.
If you wouldn't mind, i would enjoy it if he we went back in time to when i was seven. If you do mind, then i am sorry for the inconvenience.
-Apparating Back In Time-
My feet crushed against the soft, icy snow crystals that had landed on the hard, leafless tree branch.. My feet were numb with coldness, and my toes were purple. I was wrapped in a scarf and a big jacket. I have shorts and i shirt on, but besides that, i was bare. I trembled as i climbed up the tree. I didn't know why i was climbing it. Maybe it was just to get away from the world. Get away from what happened to my parents.
Suddenly, my foot slipped. I gasped, grabbing tightly onto the branch. My foot slid, but the caught itself on a branch. I took a sigh of relief, positioning myself in a sitting way on the branch, balancing out on the closest part to the tree trunk. I raised my foot that slid, and put it on my other knee. There was a wide, bleeding gash on the underside.
I stared at the blood in horror.
My mind felt foggy and i started to get dizzy.
"Help," i whispered. I put a steadying hand on the trunk and then covered the gash with the other one.
I look over to the hospital where my parents lived—St. Mungo's.
My grandma was inside with my parents, eating a sweet lunch snack. I had lied to her—saying i needed to go to the bathroom—just to get away. I couldn't stand seeing my parents like that.
Couldn't stand it at all.
Hissssss
I felt a scaly, hard, smooth surface wrap around the hand that was covering my foot. I looked down to see a dark black and green snake coiling itself around me.
I stared at it as it's tongue slipped out it's mouth, flicking around as it detected it's surroundings.
It wrapped around my arm so hand and foot so tightly, pushing them together.
I was horrified. Was this snake going to bite me? Was i going to die?
But it didn't. It just kept pushing my foot and hand together, tightly closing the gap where blood seeped through.
It was....helping me?
The snake hissed, as if to reply.
"Hello?," I asked.
Heeeelloooo
My heart skipped a beat. It was talking to me.
So i was..i was...
I took my hand off the tree trunk and clasped it over my mouth.
I was speaking parseltongue!
"What is my name...?," i whispered.
Nevvvville
My body trembled.
"NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM!"
My head snapped around at the faint call of my name.
I searched around for the caller until my eyes landed dead set on my Grammy, who looked rageful.
"Oh no!," I gasped. I looked back to the snake for some reason. "You have to go!"
Yesssss masssssteeer, the snake hissed before it slid off me and back to wherever it came from. I got a spanking that day. Even though it left an ugly bruise on my but, i was fine with it. I was more preoccupied with my encounter with the snake then i was with Grammy's hand.
I ended up getting stitches on my foot too. It hurt, but i was fine. Im always fine.
-Apparating Back To The Future-
That was my first encounter with a snake. After that, they just found me. I would be in my room, writing in my journal when they would somehow slither in my bedroom and get on top of me.
I became used to it after a while, and i wasn't afraid.
I actually liked them.
What i liked about them most though, is that they would call me 'Master'.
It made me feel all tingly inside, and butterflies were lively.
Merlin, help me, i am sinful.
I started having conversations with them. Telling them about my life; my feelings.
They never ran away. Or, haha, slithered, away.
No, they just sat on my lap and stared at me, listening intently. I pet them too. I thanked them.
I learned that i could speak to snakes before i learned i could control people—or things.
It happened that next summer. It was a hot day. Please, allow me to take you back.
-Apparating Back In Time-
I know it is wrong of me, but i eavesdrop. Well....my snakes....my....
Anyways. My 'friends' like to listen in on conversations, and then they tell me about them.
I don't ask them too, they just do.
My snakes listen to conversations...about stuff your not supposed to listen about.
Voldemort. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
I have found out that i am.....much like him.
I look like him. I can do the things he can do...
It scares me.
I'm not evil. I never will be.
....Right?
I am eight years old right now. My feet dig into the sandy dirt of the lowly playground. They support the swing motion of the swing im sitting on.
It's a boring day. Grandma is feeding birds and reading right now on our front porch. I'm supposed to be home by supper.
We're having lamb.
Lamb is okay. It feels like a weird thing to eat, but it's alright. I don't hate it nor do i love it.
My hands grip the chain bars of the swing tightly, as if i let go, i would fall.
I wondered if Voldemort did this...
I also wonder why i think of such things. I know better.
But....
A snake—which i named Len—is coiled around my ankle. She is black and orange, and most likely poisonous.
I'm staring strait ahead at the blazing sun. It's just starting to go down, which is good. My eyes are said to glisten with emotion, but i doubt that right now.
I'm not feeling anything. I don't feel empty, i just don't feel like anything.
My mind doesn't want to make thoughts, and my tongue doesn't want to speak. It's simple.
In the twenty feet distance, i notice a toddler and a kid a little bit older then me.
The toddler was playing in the sand, giggling cheerfully. The other boy looked angry.
I glanced over to a bench, where a mother was. I could tell that these people were muggles—the mom had a cellular devise held to her ear.
She didn't seem to be paying attention to her kids. She was yelling into the phone.
I looked back to the boys.
The boy was now extremely angry. He hiked up his foot and then dug it into the sand, spraying the toddler with sand.
I gritted my teeth with anger.
The toddler started to cry, which enraged the other boy more.
He looked as though he was about to punch the toddler.
He brought up his hand—
"STOP!," i screamed, leaning forward to get a better range.
Suddenly, the boy stopped. He looked confused—as if, he wanted to know what he was doing there.
I leaned back into the swing, my mind buzzing, as the mom finally closed her phone and looked over to the two boys. She started yelling and stomping when she noticed the little one covered in sand and crying.
Had I....just controlled him?
Yes, i just had.
I started swinging again, this time, staring at the ground.
The woman and her two children walked past me, the mom still interrogating her older son.
-Apparating Back To The Future-
And that was how i knew i could control people. I still feel bad, even though i know it was for the good of things. I had taken away the boys will and forced him to do something....
I'm sorry im telling you this. You probably don't care. None do, really. Except my snakes. They care. But you don't.
Yes, I'm talking to you because i have had a most depressing weak.
You see, my toad died this Tuesday. Poor Trevor. But worse, is that Gram's also died too. She had a heart attack.
It's amazing how witches can die from natural causes. It's actually horrible.
It shows that were not immortal. We're just like muggles. Just like them.
I went to her funeral yesterday. Not many came. I didn't expect them too.
I was the first one to show up there, and the last one to leave. My snakes kept me company when everyone left. I sat at her grave, just staring at it and mourning. I don't remember if i cried. I probably did.
Anyway, Summers coming up. I'm excited, i guess.
Im staying at the Leaky Cauldron and will have constant visitors to see how im doing.
They probably just want to make sure i don't slit my wrists and murder myself.
I wont, because that's stupid. Extremely stupid.
I'm planning to make many changes this summer.
I do not expect you to care. Neither do i expect you to notice.
Anyway, i should stop talking to you, black mass. I must go to bed.
Today is the last day of my fifth year in Hogwarts. Next year i will be a sixth year, and i am excited.
I guess.
I ate the last spoonful of my cereal, and then the bowl disappeared. I wasn't at all that hungry.
I got up from the Gryffindor table, and then paused, looking at the Slytherin.
What would've happened to me...if i had been put in Slytherin?
Then i shook my head violently, cursing myself.
I walked over to where the centuries-old hat lay, floating over the pedestal.
It doesn't move; not one bit.
I stare at it for the longest time. I didn't know why. I just remember when it sorted me. I haven't had it placed on my head ever since, even though i want to ask it why it sorted me into the brave and hearty.
Finally, i sigh and shake my head, turning swiftly around and walking out the Great Hall, my cloak billowing behind me.
I was just about to get onto the whistling train when a hand clenched onto my shoulder.
I looked back to see Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, smiling at me kindly.
I put on a smile too, my hand tightening around my case strap as i let go of the train bars, walking away from the door so i didn't block anyone.
"Yes, Professor Sir?," i asked in a curious tone.
"Ah, Mister. Long bottom, always a curious one."
Neville's eyes narrowed in confusion, and he looked around before returning his vision to Dumbledore.
"Im sorry, sir, but i have to—"
"Neville, i have been hearing from fellow colleagues that you say things in your sleep," Dumbledore said sweetly.
Neville nodded slowly. "I reckon i have ever since the first year, sir."
Dumbledore's icy blue eyes bored into Neville, as if searching for something.
"Said colleagues say that you murmur things in your sleep that they do not understand."
"I'm sorry they can't understand me mumbling?," Neville tried, still befuddled.
"No, Mister Longbottom, it is not of the voice level of which they hear it from it is the way the words produce."
The whistle blew one last final round, loud.
"Look, sir, i have to get on the train," i said finally.
The deep set gazing look that Dumbledore was throwing me softened, and he smiled.
"Of course," he said, positioning a hand towards the door.
I stared at him as i got on the train, all the way until i couldn't see him anymore.
That, is what you call awkward.
I set down my boulder-heavy suitcases by my bed, sighing My arms felt immediate release, and I smiled. My room was nice enough.
I walked over to the window and pushed open its shielding curtains. The sky was a clouded mixture of pink and purple hues that tied together and twisted beautifully. The half-moon was spouting out amongst no where, and stars dotted the atmosphere.
My hands the lightly gripped the red curtains released the cotton cloth, slowly falling to my side.
"Collin," i called.
A minute later, a white and purple snake appeared, slithering over to me. It crawled up my leg and then over my back and up to my shoulder.
Master, it whispered.
I smirked. I always got excited to the name. Master.
"My book," I replied.
Of course, Master.
The snake slid off my body and slithered over to my bag. She slipped into the open pouch where my journal lay.
She brought it over to me.
I leaned down and grabbed it out of her mouth.
"Thank you, Collin."
Of course, Master.
Then, Collin glided away.
I walked back to my bed, running my fingers along the front of the leathered journal.
This book was a reserve of secrets and important information. My work. My visions.
All of it was hidden inside the journal.
"Open," I whispered. The book only opened to my specific parseltongue.
There was a 'click' as the journal unlocked.
It started to flip open to the course of what Neville wanted the page too.
His eyes scanned each page.
This was a book of secrets. Of important information.
It was mine and only mine. Only i understood it.
It held the secrets of Voldemort. It held the secrets of every person I've known just because i can see strait through them.
There were formulas for potions and all things related...lay out maps for animals that were still yet to be discovered.
But probably the most important thing in the was Voldemort's plan. I have been connecting everything I've seen. I put it together and i know when and where Voldemort will strike next.
It's scary.
But im used to it.
I closed the book and set it on my bed, rubbing my head. I then reached into my suitcase and took out a dark cloak.
I slipped it on and put up the hood.
Then, i left my room, silently walking out the pub.
I had my hands shoved in the pockets as i walked with my head down, making my way towards the Hog's Head Inn.
I arrived and got a seat at the corner end of the bar, where it was darkest. It was dingy and humid, and had a horrible disgusting aura the reeked of Death Eaters.
"What can i get you?," the tender asked.
"Firewhisky. Strongest you have," I replied.
The man looked over me, then turned and made my drink.
He slammed it down in front of me.
I took it and threw my head back, gulping down the whole drink in seconds.
"'nother," i said.
The man looked shocked that i could finish it that quickly. Only big, fat brutes could do that—apparently—and they would be drunk by the time they finished it.
But i wasn't drunk. Or i was doing a good job of hiding it.
I inhaled the next three cup fulls, and by the time i was done, my head was drumming an uneven beat.
"Shit...," i grumbled, slumping in my seat.
I rest my chin on my left arm, staring at whatever i could possibly staring at.
The tender set a cup down, and i tilted my head back and drank half of it, setting it back down.
I was drunk.
It's a week before term starts again.
I've been reading mostly. I've always liked to read.
It was funny. I could remember what my snakes and visions said perfectly, but i absolutely sucked at remembering stuff from classes and books.
I can't help that though. I've also been helping out in shops. Though im not really all that helpful, i still am i well asset...
So now, it's time to go shopping.
Now, apparently, i have a fortune. I don't know where it came from and i don't know how it got there, but i do.
That is why my bag is filled full with mostly Galleons, and a few Sickles.
And that's nothing. Really.
Our vault was packed full of gold bars, i swear to you.
Anyway, shopping shall be....entertaining .
._.
-
Ollivanders's shop look......destroyed.
Neville walked in, and the floors creaked underneath him. Shelves were on the floor, broken. Papers and boxes littered the floor.
Neville walked around, interested. It was dark and gloomy, and smelled of dust.
Neville was just about to turn and leave when he felt a narrow object against the back of his neck.
"State your name and business," said an extremely wary, old tired voice.
"Na-Neville Long-Longbottom, sir...i-i need a wand....," Neville spoke. He wanted to call for Collin or Len, but didn't.
The want slowly left his nape, and Neville relaxed...slightly.
"A Longbottom eh?," the shop owner asked, rubbing his chin. "Good, good people...," he murmured.
Neville turned around to look over the extremely short, three-hundred old looking male. Ollivander looked scared shitless.
"Your there son, i take it, Neville," he asked.
Neville nodded. "Yes."
"Well then, today is your lucky, lucky day," Ollivander said.
Neville raised an eyebrow.
Ollivander smiled kindly. "I am leaving tonight. You will be my last wand, you will."
"Oh..," Neville said. "I-im sorry."
Ollivander chuckled, clapping his bony hands together. "These are harsh times, Longbottom sir. Harsh. Follow me."
Neville accompanied the man around the broken shop, waiting.
"Is there a reason why you need a wand, Neville? You have one in your front pocket."
"It's my fathers," Neville replied. "I've had to use it for five years. It doesn't work that well with me."
Ollivander snorted. "Of course. The wand chooses the wizard, not vice versa." Ollivander picked out a box from the floor, giving it to Neville. "Oak. Ten and Three Fourths Inches. Dragon Heartstring."
Neville tried out. It caused a large explosion.
It was quickly taken out Neville's hands.
Then, another one was placed in his seconds later. "Yew. Twelve Inches. Veela hair."
A large crash.
"Vine. Eleven and a half inches. Phoenix feather."
A large boom.
Neville might be the one destroying Ollivander's shop now. No wand he tried seemed to work with him. Most he couldn't even touch. They would magically repel against him like a Magnet and same poles.
Finally, an hour later, Ollivander held out a box. " Most valuable wand i have ever held," he said. "Fourteen point three inches. It is made out of Ash and Hawthorn. It's core..."
Ollivander trailed off into a silence.
Neville raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"
Ollivander sighed. "It's core is made out of two dragon heart strings, one veela hair, one phoenix feather, two vampire blood drops, and one unicorn hair."
Neville stared at him in shock. "You can make a core with all that?!"
Ollivander nodded. "I agree. Quite odd. Try it out."
Neville opened the box and grabbed the wand. It didn't run away. Actually, it seemed attracted to him. Neville felt a tingle in his heart. Like...he felt connected.
Neville felt a low hiss escape his mouth.
Ollivander failed to notice.
Neville held up the wand. "Avifors!," he called. A splintered piece of wood suddenly popped into a twittering bird.
Neville's eyes widened in surprise. "It works!"
Ollivander ran a thumb over his chin thoughtfully. "Interesting....," he murmured.
"How much would you like for it?," Neville asked, rather enthusiastically.
Ollivander smiled. "Oh, you will not be paying me. Run along now, Neville Longbottom."
Neville starred at him. "But I—"
"Run along, now."
"Are you—"
"Go."
Neville looked him over, and then nodded. "Thank you," he said, before walking out, wand in hand.
Most of the shops i went to, i ended up having to search through all the wreckage. I had to do this for my books at Flourish and Blotts, my potion ingredients at Slug & Jiggers Apothecary, and my cauldron at Pottidge's Cauldron shop.
You could say that a stole.....but i saw other people there too.
My next stop was pets.
"What animal would you not kill?," I asked my snakes.
Oh masssterrr, we would not killl any of your...petssss, David said in the back of my ear.
"Not even a rat?"
Hissssss....
I smirked. "An owl?"
Of coursssse massssterrrr, Collin said.
"Then to Eeylops Owl Emporium," i murmured. If you haven't noticed, i had a very friendly democratic relationship with my snakes— Something that Voldemort never had. (If you don't mind me assuming)
This shop too looked like it was closing down. Though there were boxes and cages—nothing said it was destroyed by any means.
People were cramped inside—apparently trying to get their last owl before the shop closed.
It was loud and annoying. I had no clue why i did what i did next.
"Stop talking. Move,"I whispered.
Immediately, the place became silent, and every started clearing. There was a sickening clench of my stomach, and i bit the inside of my lip.
I walked over to a rather beautiful owl.
It was black as night, and it's icy blue eyes shown like stars.
I picked up the cage and gave the clerk a load full of galleons.
"Sir—," she called.
I held up my hand, not turning around to look at her as i walked out the store.
It was the least i could do for that stunt.
I went to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions next to get new robes.
I was her last customer.
She fitted me, and gave me everything i needed. I too, just like i did with the cashier at Eeylops, gave her more then asked.
She seemed extremely grateful.
On my way out, i went head strait into a body.
I gasped, almost falling.
Someone grabbed me and pulled me back up. I looked up.
In front of me stood Draco Malfoy.
His long blonde hair was neatly hanging from his scalp—his grey eyes shined. I didn't get t hat good of a look at him, for a ran out too quickly, finding that i had a full out hard-on.
Neville charmed his stuff back to his room in an Alley. Then, he whispered, "Erase."
"Erase" was a spell he had learned from a vision. It erased all magical anythings that had to do with your wand, so no one knew you had illegally used Magic underage outside Hogwarts.
He put his wand back into his back pant pocket, and walked into the liveliest shop in Diagon Alley:
Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes
That was the only shop that looked happy and cheerful. It had bright colors and loud vibrant noise was muffled from the inside.
Neville walked in, and the music blasted in his ears. He was surrounded by people, and he was getting pushed in shoved.
Neville walked around inside the Weasley twin's store, looking at the many object.
Then, he bumped into Ron, Hermione, and Harry.
"Neville!," Hermione gasped, hugging him.
"Hey," Neville replied.
Harry and Ron stared at Neville with unblinking eyes. Then, they licked their lips unconsciously.
Neville blushed bright pink.
"Neville....wh-what happened to you?!," Hermione asked.
Neville raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? Is something wrong?"
"Bloody Hell Neville your going to get raped!," Ron said. Hermione stepped on his foot.
"Excuse me?"
"Sorry, Neville, Ron was being stupid...," Harry said, giving a sharp glare to Ron. "He means your doing really good for yourself..."
"Oh..."
There was an uncomfortable silence between the four. Then, Hermione spoke up. "Neville, would you like to accompany us to the Three Broom Sticks?"
Neville thought over it, and then nodded. "Sure."
-
Neville sat down in a se at next to Harry. Ron and Hermione sat on the opposite side.
"So how has your summer been, Neville?," Hermione asked innocently.
"Oh, besides for me sulking over my Grandma's death, it was fine," Neville said.
"I didn't know...," Hermione whispered.
"Most don't care," Neville replied. "How was yours?"
"Mine was okay. Did some traveling. There was this one time...."
Hermione spoke on and on, and Neville fake-payed attention to her. He kept noticing the looks Harry was giving him. It was slightly disturbing.
The waitress finally came up. "What can i get you four?," she asked tartly.
"Butterbeer," Ron said.
"Butterbeer," Hermione agreed.
"Butterbeer," Harry said.
"Firewhisky."
His three friends heads snapped back to stare at him. "Neville—," Hermione said.
"Uhm Sir, may i see your license?," the waitress asked, a little nervous.
Neville nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his wallet. He flipped it open and pulled out the card, putting it right up into her face.
Usually, they wouldn't care about someone under aged drinking, but you should always be careful.
The waitress nodded. "Three butterbeers and one firewhisky coming up!," she said, leaving.
Neville three friends stared at him in shock. "How did you do that?!," Ron asked. "I want a firewhisky too!"
Neville simply smiled at him, slipping the card back into his wallet.
"I can't believe you did that," Hermione nagged him.
Neville rolled his eyes. "But i did."
The waitress came back with their drinks.
Neville was drinking down his cup when he felt a hand skim over his crotch. He chocked on his drink, and then pulled his lips away, coughing into his arm.
"Are you alright?," Hermione asked, worried.
Neville's eyes darted to Harry, who was staring at the glass window behind Hermione. His hand was reached over into Neville's lap.
"Yeah...," Neville said. Harry smirked.
Harry started groping Neville's crotch, and Neville felt uncomfortable.
"Stop," he whispered before taking another swig of his drink.
But Harry didn't stop. He just smirked wider as he felt Neville's hardness, massaging it.
Finally, Neville slammed down his empty cup and stood up.
"I got to go," he said, pushing in his chair and leaving without another word.
I was sitting on an old, worn, rickety chair, my leg crossed over the other and my eyes set on the foggy window in front of me. My fork penetrated the scone, and the silver screeched lightly against the plate when it went all the way through. I brought the sweet biscuit up to my mouth, and my mouth engulfed it. I chewed slowly, taking in the rich flavors. A tea plate was floating besides me; the tea still steaming. I leave for Hogwarts in two days.
My foot was tapping in the air, a habit it had.
Outside, past the murky window was a brewing storm. The sky was black; the gigantic gray clouds refused to let even a peak of the sun through. Outside was slightly chilly and humid—to very bad combinations.
(NP)
Hell, Neville thought spicely, If there's any vampires around here, todays a holiday.
There hadn't been one drop of rain since summer began. It had been hot and sizzling, sometimes humid, sometimes dry and windy. This was not good for the grass obviously, and many had to put water charms on it to keep it nutritioned. No that it matter; most shops were rundown by now. People were leaving Diagon Alley for good—It was good that i got my stuff when i did.
It was horrible and extremely sad, really.
Anyway, there was some good perks to the heated weather also. Neville had been working out—aerobics. He would go down to a field most days and jog and stretch, determined to lose any baby fat he had.
Neville was scanning the ground for people. Most were moving frantically—no one wanted to be killed. As expected. They kept their heads down and walked quickly.
Then, Neville spotted another group. They were in black cloaks, and their hoods were up. They moved normally; they weren't scared.
Neville stared at them, confused. He slowly uncrossed his legs, standing up. He placed the plate on the tea plate, and then his hands placed on the glass, him looking down.
They were walking towards his direction. To the leaky cauldron.
Then, a head tilted back. The mans hood fell, and their stood Lucius Malfoy. His silver-blonde hair gleamed from an unknown source, and his eyes sparked with amusement as they bored into Neville's.
Neville was rendered speechless—his mouth dropped. Neville's eyes widened. Death Eaters.
Their after me!, Neville gasped, swiftly turning around.
He was met by a Death Eater, who had been right behind him.
Neville stared at him in horror.
He glanced over at his wand, which was on the table.
"Tut. Tut. Tut." The Death Eater in front of him stepped away, revealing Lucius.
Lucius smiled at Neville, walking over to the table besides Neville's bed. He reached out for the wand, but it flew away from him.
Lucius raised an eyebrow, looking back to Neville. "What's this? Your wand doesn't seem to like me, Longbottom."
Neville bit the inside of his lip, trying to keep a strait face.
"You know," Lucius said icily, walking over Neville. He placed a finger under the boys chin, lifting it up so their eyes clashed together. "I don't like people who's wands don't like me."
"Well then your just a spoiled little brat then!," Neville spat, which he immediately regretted.
Lucius stared at him, slightly taken back for a moment. Then his already cold eyes narrowed.
"Crucio," he said emotionlessly.
Neville knees buckled. He grabbed onto his burning stomach, falling over. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep the screams that wanted to be released from his mouth so bad.
After a while, he started screaming, as his mind couldn't take it anymore. His body was on fire with an icy hot flame that wouldn't go away no matter how much he wanted it to.
"STOP!," Neville screamed and sobbed at the same time, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Lucius and the other death eaters simply laughed, watching the boy wither in pain.
This went on for forty minutes, and they were starting to get annoyed.
Even though the boy said 'stop' and 'no', he didn't beg for it.
Lucius stopped the crucio and Neville gasped, curling into a tight ball, panting.
"How bout we fuck him, hm?," one Death Eater asked.
Lucius smiled. "Perfect."
Neville's clothes were ripped off his body instantly, and his legs were spread. Lucius unsheathed his cock, and rammed it into Neville.
Neville screamed, but that wasn't what made Lucius pause.
Neville's cock was tattooed. A snake spiraled up it, and it tongue was out, imprinted on his slit.
Lucius stared at it for a moment, and then began to restlessly pound into the boy, making him scream.
"NO!," he screeched. "STOP IT!"
Neville's protest were muffled when a Death Eater grabbed a hold of his head and then shoved his cock into Neville's mouth, pounding it inside him.
Tears streamed down Neville's cheeks as the Death Eaters rapped him.
They used him; dirtied him.
Lucius started jerking off Neville as he pounded in him, and then finally, he released his sour cum inside Neville.
The other Death Eater came into Neville's mouth, groaning in pleasure. It flowed over Neville's lips when Neville refused to swallow it. The Death Eater pulled out Neville's mouth, and Neville coughed, trying to curl up into another ball.
But they refused it to him. They used him and used him, raped him. It was pain to another level.
But Neville didn't once beg them. Not once.
Jake, he sobbed. Collin...Len...please help me....
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Finally, the Death Eaters stopped torturing him and raping him and then kicked him in the side.
"Bitch!," the screamed. They taunted him with horrible names, and Neville cried harder.
Finally, the Death Eaters left. All but Lucius.
Lucius gazed over Neville's trembling body, and he smirked. "Crucio," he whispered, throwing Neville's wand at him. It hit Neville on his head, and then fell to the ground to side of him.
Then, Lucius left the room, leaving Neville with the horrible, forbidden curse.
My eyes fluttered open to the darkness. My body ached and it felt like every bone and muscle in my body had been shattered into pieces.
Im sssssorry massssteerrr, Jake hissed.
Neville shook his head, but stopped immediately. He slowly, very slowly, sat up. "You were only following my orders. No matter what, if the dark is here, no matter how much i plead, you must not come unless i say 'come'. Thank you, i know it must have been painful."
Ohh massssterrr, Len said, coiling herself around my arm. Snakes began wrapping themselves around my body, comforting me.
I closed my eyes, tilting my head back. "I will revenge," I whispered.
Wow, sorry for spelling mistakes and grammar issues and opposing information.
Should i continue this?