All Characters and places belong to J.K.Rowling and Warner Bros.
Any similarity with reality (or other fic) is coincidence.
=III=
It had been a summer of changes and surprises. His Gran did not go mad about his dad's wand, she even started to treat him more as an adult. That passed he had had a growth sprout that made him taller (note to myself: Duh!) and skinner, but he still had his round face (sadly that is possible). He had studied and Trevor, he thought, was getting old, the toad did not run away so much anymore. Neville's memory was quite better but he was still clumsy, but he didn't mind.
Right now he was in platform 9 and 3/4 giving Gran goodbye, he was going to miss her. Then she passed by, Pansy Parkinson, her blond hair glinting and even prettier than that time in Yule ball. He shocked his head, that had been almost two years ago he should not think about a Slytherin girl this way.
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Mysterious and lone was her summer. Her parents ware out all the time and her older brother moved away. She did not know what to think or do. A war could start at any instant, she did not felt safe. She wished to be somewhere else. Life was not being helpful at that moment.
When 1st September came she was exited as she never had to go to Hogwarts.
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School was going really fast. Before he knew it was Xmas holiday. As a 6th year life so far was fine, grades not so bad, constant visits to the infirmary and, not having many things to do, playing with Trevor. Sometimes he allowed himself to steal a glimpse of Pansy Parkinson, he really thought of her as beautiful. The only thing not so perfect was Harry Potter, the boy was annoying him. At first he understood his bitterness, he had after all lost his godfather but now was just ridiculous. He spat at everybody for small things like Seamus Snore, Dean's poster. Even Ron and Hermione ware not safe.
Today was last day left from holidays before classes ware back so most of the students ware doing homework, Neville was no exception. Suddenly his quill broke. Since Harry had finished his Neville asked to borrow it.
"Oh! Do you want my quill? No way look at yourself, you're hopeless. Always asking everybody everything!"
All the Griffindors stopped, they thought Longbottom was going to cry. Instead they saw him get up, knocking his chair, and stand in front of Harry.
"So that's what you really think of me" it was a statement not a question "Look potter I know I'm a clumsy semi-squib but that doesn't give you the right to talk to me like that" Harry opened his mouth "Potter I believe I asked politely for your quill and you answered like if it was your life" Harry was going to talk again "I know you have problems, everyone does. You're going to say yours are worst, hell, I've been thought the same thing you had, you know? So your godfather died, my grandfather too he had a heart attack and I could do nothing, I saw him suffer very much before his death. At least Sirius just fell through a veil." he paused his voice was still calm and even
"If you say your parents died also, well mine ware tortured until insanity in front of me. I can still see them screaming. And I did not just saw it, I was part of it. I passed the second and third year of my live in ST Mungus recovering from the crucius curse. So don't come and tell me about loss and suffering I've live it everyday for 14 years already and you never see me being harsh with people" that said Neville picked his stuff and got out of the common room.
The students, that ware all in the common room by now ware gasping. Was that really Neville Longbottom?
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A/N: if you love Potter sorry if it implied that he's being an ass. ^_^
but really there must not be a single Harry crazy fan reading this. since it is a Neville/Pansy fic...
truth to be told Potter is going to be quite weird next book...
Any similarity with reality (or other fic) is coincidence.
=III=
It had been a summer of changes and surprises. His Gran did not go mad about his dad's wand, she even started to treat him more as an adult. That passed he had had a growth sprout that made him taller (note to myself: Duh!) and skinner, but he still had his round face (sadly that is possible). He had studied and Trevor, he thought, was getting old, the toad did not run away so much anymore. Neville's memory was quite better but he was still clumsy, but he didn't mind.
Right now he was in platform 9 and 3/4 giving Gran goodbye, he was going to miss her. Then she passed by, Pansy Parkinson, her blond hair glinting and even prettier than that time in Yule ball. He shocked his head, that had been almost two years ago he should not think about a Slytherin girl this way.
¨°·.,,.·¨°·.,,.·¨
Mysterious and lone was her summer. Her parents ware out all the time and her older brother moved away. She did not know what to think or do. A war could start at any instant, she did not felt safe. She wished to be somewhere else. Life was not being helpful at that moment.
When 1st September came she was exited as she never had to go to Hogwarts.
¨°·.,,.·¨°·.,,.·¨
School was going really fast. Before he knew it was Xmas holiday. As a 6th year life so far was fine, grades not so bad, constant visits to the infirmary and, not having many things to do, playing with Trevor. Sometimes he allowed himself to steal a glimpse of Pansy Parkinson, he really thought of her as beautiful. The only thing not so perfect was Harry Potter, the boy was annoying him. At first he understood his bitterness, he had after all lost his godfather but now was just ridiculous. He spat at everybody for small things like Seamus Snore, Dean's poster. Even Ron and Hermione ware not safe.
Today was last day left from holidays before classes ware back so most of the students ware doing homework, Neville was no exception. Suddenly his quill broke. Since Harry had finished his Neville asked to borrow it.
"Oh! Do you want my quill? No way look at yourself, you're hopeless. Always asking everybody everything!"
All the Griffindors stopped, they thought Longbottom was going to cry. Instead they saw him get up, knocking his chair, and stand in front of Harry.
"So that's what you really think of me" it was a statement not a question "Look potter I know I'm a clumsy semi-squib but that doesn't give you the right to talk to me like that" Harry opened his mouth "Potter I believe I asked politely for your quill and you answered like if it was your life" Harry was going to talk again "I know you have problems, everyone does. You're going to say yours are worst, hell, I've been thought the same thing you had, you know? So your godfather died, my grandfather too he had a heart attack and I could do nothing, I saw him suffer very much before his death. At least Sirius just fell through a veil." he paused his voice was still calm and even
"If you say your parents died also, well mine ware tortured until insanity in front of me. I can still see them screaming. And I did not just saw it, I was part of it. I passed the second and third year of my live in ST Mungus recovering from the crucius curse. So don't come and tell me about loss and suffering I've live it everyday for 14 years already and you never see me being harsh with people" that said Neville picked his stuff and got out of the common room.
The students, that ware all in the common room by now ware gasping. Was that really Neville Longbottom?
¨°·.,,.·¨°·.,,.·¨
A/N: if you love Potter sorry if it implied that he's being an ass. ^_^
but really there must not be a single Harry crazy fan reading this. since it is a Neville/Pansy fic...
truth to be told Potter is going to be quite weird next book...