So. I'm terribly sorry for the spelling of Neville. Typed it in my computer and it somehow fucked it up. My
grammar corrector did it. I spelled it wrong the first time, and it made all the others wrong too. So please
don't kill me, I'm just not English, that's all. And I' a little idiot in the spelling.
Now, now. First of all: I don't know how long it would take to make them to love each other. They have their
own free will… And my fantasy has it too… So, please be patient. Now on with it. I'm rambling AGAIN!!!
Lover Snape
Chapter two
Albus looked up, as he carried in the crying Nerville in his arms. He furrowed his brows.
"What happened?"
"He… he is crying. I think it happened too soon, and it was… Well. I don't know." He placed the crying Nerville
on the sofa, where he curled up again.
Albus sighed.
"I know…"
"Where is Granny?" Asked Nerville between sobs.
Severus lowered his eyes.
"She couldn't come." He looked guiltily at Albus. The other man nodded. It would be too much for him. "I think,
you can take out some time to be alone, or maybe..."
"No... Please... I want to be there. I want to be with the others. I don't want to be left alone..."
Dumbledore nodded.
"Right. I understand. Please, take my sincere sorry for it. I'm really sorry. They were good people. The very
best. But... I think, you better get some sleep. We will talk tomorrow, when you are better. Good?"
"Good." Said Neville. He wiped his tears away and got up. His legs were badly shaking, and he felt himself
weakening. Strong arms caught him from behind.
"I will take him to his dorm." He heard Snape's voice.
Severus picked him up slowly, and made his way up to the Griffindor tower.
After Severus returned the small boy in his dorm room he got in his room. He felt angry and tired. How could he
do it? He was… too nice. He liked Frank's son, but he didn't wanted to be so nice. But… He was Frank
Longbottom's son.
He shook his head. He got out of his clothes, and got in the shower. The water was fine. But he felt so cold.
His heard ached. Frank. Tall, soft spoken, beautiful Frank. He wanted to protect him. And he came too late. He
couldn't forget the beautiful, but so empty eyes boring into his own. It was worst then dying. His body was
trapped here, and his mind…
He crawled into a little sobbing ball. At least he doesn't have to suffer anymore. Frank. He never deserved any
wrongs. He deserved just kisses, love and happiness.
Severus realized, he was sitting in cold water, and cold water was pouring down his body. Slowly he got up, and
out of the shower. He grabbed his pajamas, and got them on. He wanted to sleep. But when he got in his bed, he
could only stare in the air, and think about Neville. Poor boy. Clumsy, and so unlucky. He was alone now.
Without his so-called parents who had done nothing in 16 years. Just staring at the walls in St. Mungo. And
his Grandmother. Died in grief, leaving Neville utterly alone. All alone.
He remembered the small face, so angelic with those big baby blue eyes and pale hair…
Re promised himself to look after him, look after his well being, and be absolutely nice to him.
~ Yes. Be nice. Be a lovesick puppy every time you look at him. Just like Frank! ~ said a small voice in his
head.
~ But it is not like that…
~ Yes, it is. You just lust after his son. A kid. You are so much older.
Severus sighed, and closed his eyes. He is too old for the boy. He will just look out for him. He tried not to
think about the feel of his soft body against his chest. His soft quite, and how he wanted to protect him. How
he looked like Frank, and how different they were… Frank was strong, untouchable. And Neville was sweet,
sensitive and hopelessly lost.
He closed his eyes. There was just one thing he could do. Be his father. Be the one he can talk to, the one who
will help him, who will look out for him, no matter what. But he wanted more. Was it possible to feel the same
way for father and son?
He buried his face in his pillow. Maybe he should run far, far away…
When Neville awakened, he found himself in his own bed. He remembered… His parents died. And Snape…
His eyes widened, and his heart clenched. His parents! He curled into a small ball. The parents he never had,
who were just two people in a white room he saw every month. They never talked, never did anything. But they
were his parents after all. He hoped, that maybe one day they will awaken, and be his real parents again. But
no. He knew, there was never really any hope for it, but he hoped it still anyway. It was so good, to wait for
it. It was better than knowing that nothing will help them.
He pulled the covers around him, and sobbed softly.
Half an hour later everybody was awake, and he came out of his bed. He got his clothes and robed on. He never
noticed the sad loks he was getting from everyone.
"Hey, Neville, wanna come with me for breakfast?" Asked Seamus.
Neville looked at him like he woke up from a dream.
"Um… Sure."
~oO@Oo~
TBC
~oO@Oo~
Well? Feedback, please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
grammar corrector did it. I spelled it wrong the first time, and it made all the others wrong too. So please
don't kill me, I'm just not English, that's all. And I' a little idiot in the spelling.
Now, now. First of all: I don't know how long it would take to make them to love each other. They have their
own free will… And my fantasy has it too… So, please be patient. Now on with it. I'm rambling AGAIN!!!
Lover Snape
Chapter two
Albus looked up, as he carried in the crying Nerville in his arms. He furrowed his brows.
"What happened?"
"He… he is crying. I think it happened too soon, and it was… Well. I don't know." He placed the crying Nerville
on the sofa, where he curled up again.
Albus sighed.
"I know…"
"Where is Granny?" Asked Nerville between sobs.
Severus lowered his eyes.
"She couldn't come." He looked guiltily at Albus. The other man nodded. It would be too much for him. "I think,
you can take out some time to be alone, or maybe..."
"No... Please... I want to be there. I want to be with the others. I don't want to be left alone..."
Dumbledore nodded.
"Right. I understand. Please, take my sincere sorry for it. I'm really sorry. They were good people. The very
best. But... I think, you better get some sleep. We will talk tomorrow, when you are better. Good?"
"Good." Said Neville. He wiped his tears away and got up. His legs were badly shaking, and he felt himself
weakening. Strong arms caught him from behind.
"I will take him to his dorm." He heard Snape's voice.
Severus picked him up slowly, and made his way up to the Griffindor tower.
After Severus returned the small boy in his dorm room he got in his room. He felt angry and tired. How could he
do it? He was… too nice. He liked Frank's son, but he didn't wanted to be so nice. But… He was Frank
Longbottom's son.
He shook his head. He got out of his clothes, and got in the shower. The water was fine. But he felt so cold.
His heard ached. Frank. Tall, soft spoken, beautiful Frank. He wanted to protect him. And he came too late. He
couldn't forget the beautiful, but so empty eyes boring into his own. It was worst then dying. His body was
trapped here, and his mind…
He crawled into a little sobbing ball. At least he doesn't have to suffer anymore. Frank. He never deserved any
wrongs. He deserved just kisses, love and happiness.
Severus realized, he was sitting in cold water, and cold water was pouring down his body. Slowly he got up, and
out of the shower. He grabbed his pajamas, and got them on. He wanted to sleep. But when he got in his bed, he
could only stare in the air, and think about Neville. Poor boy. Clumsy, and so unlucky. He was alone now.
Without his so-called parents who had done nothing in 16 years. Just staring at the walls in St. Mungo. And
his Grandmother. Died in grief, leaving Neville utterly alone. All alone.
He remembered the small face, so angelic with those big baby blue eyes and pale hair…
Re promised himself to look after him, look after his well being, and be absolutely nice to him.
~ Yes. Be nice. Be a lovesick puppy every time you look at him. Just like Frank! ~ said a small voice in his
head.
~ But it is not like that…
~ Yes, it is. You just lust after his son. A kid. You are so much older.
Severus sighed, and closed his eyes. He is too old for the boy. He will just look out for him. He tried not to
think about the feel of his soft body against his chest. His soft quite, and how he wanted to protect him. How
he looked like Frank, and how different they were… Frank was strong, untouchable. And Neville was sweet,
sensitive and hopelessly lost.
He closed his eyes. There was just one thing he could do. Be his father. Be the one he can talk to, the one who
will help him, who will look out for him, no matter what. But he wanted more. Was it possible to feel the same
way for father and son?
He buried his face in his pillow. Maybe he should run far, far away…
When Neville awakened, he found himself in his own bed. He remembered… His parents died. And Snape…
His eyes widened, and his heart clenched. His parents! He curled into a small ball. The parents he never had,
who were just two people in a white room he saw every month. They never talked, never did anything. But they
were his parents after all. He hoped, that maybe one day they will awaken, and be his real parents again. But
no. He knew, there was never really any hope for it, but he hoped it still anyway. It was so good, to wait for
it. It was better than knowing that nothing will help them.
He pulled the covers around him, and sobbed softly.
Half an hour later everybody was awake, and he came out of his bed. He got his clothes and robed on. He never
noticed the sad loks he was getting from everyone.
"Hey, Neville, wanna come with me for breakfast?" Asked Seamus.
Neville looked at him like he woke up from a dream.
"Um… Sure."
~oO@Oo~
TBC
~oO@Oo~
Well? Feedback, please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!