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Neville's thoughts and journal entries = ( )

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"Oh Professor!" He sensually growled.

"Harr- Oh...oh my...GOOD GOD BOY!"

Neville rolled his eyes, shrugged and shuddered. "God, not again." He mumbled,
glancing at the pounding coming through the wall. He sighed, picked up his worn
journal, and began to scribble his thoughts.

(You know I should be used to this by now. I've been here for almost a month. I
can get used to a lot of things. I mean, in general, I'm an easy-going guy, but
I'm never going to get used to that. Who would have thunk I would end up here?

Hmmm...It was maybe two months ago when my grandmother passed away. I remember
telling my parents. Not that they could understand, their blank stares showed
nothing. No concern, no grief. You'd think I'd be used to them,
but...those...looks haunted me all the way to the orphanage.

The putrid smell and dirty beds were...well, if I believed in a hell that place
would be it. It was worse than being in Potions class, if that's possible...hmm.
I can't tell you how ecstatic I was when Dumbledore, personally, came to the
orphanage to tell me there was a newly wedded couple willing to adopt me.

You know Dumbledore, I wonder about his sanity, sometimes...especially, that
day. He had that strange twinkle in his eyes and he kept caressing my shoulder.
The next day I was waiting, apprehensively, in the adoption office with
Dumbledore.

I remember when he smiled and said, "Here, you are Neville. Your new family!"
The door opened and there stood Harry arm in arm with a tall, gangly,
greasy-haired man. I think I passed out when Professor Snape tried to hug me.
When I came to, I was in a room that would become known as my bedroom. Harry
Potter and Professor Snape were, now, my new fathers.)

He sighed again, and gently closed his journal. He quietly put on his
nightclothes and slid in to bed. He tried to sleep through the muffled moaning,
but it was use. He grabbed his pillow and pulled it over his head. His last
thought before he fell asleep was, (Never in a million years will I get used to
that!)

"Oh God, what potion did you use for that?!"

"Ten points to Gryffindor, Potter."

"You're going soft, Professor."

"Not just yet"



TBC
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