It Hurts Sometimes
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Snape/Neville
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
14,121
Reviews:
6
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Day Ahead
It Hurts Sometimes
It Hurts
Sometimes
By GinnytheSlut
Disclaimer: I do
not own blah, blah, blah
A second chapter
to a challenge response.
Dumbledore
standing they’re looking down at a peace of parchment in his hands. “Servus,
there are some supplies you ordered...” But he did not continue because he sees
us standing there. “Oh I see your busy, maybe I should comeback later.”
Servus looked up
and didn’t say anything as he zipped up his pants but his eyes said everything.
ne nne new but Dedoredore was actually scared of the man. “Hello headmaster, I
was just, eh giving our young Longbottom lesson, from his dear old uncle
Snape.” You would think that it being Dumbledore and all he would say something
but he just looked at Snape and continued on with his task at hand. I however
didn’t pay attention to it because I was getting my clothsand and getting the
hell out of there while I still had the chance.
Before Snape dismissed him and we were alone
again. I went back up to my dorm and cried myself to sleep, with a silencing
charm on my four-poster, as I had done many times before.
The next day I
boarded the train as earlier as possible to try to get away from Snape. We got
to school on time and every thing went ok.
A month passed with out any problem and I thought things were starting
to look up. I was in advanced herbology and was getting the top marks in the
class aside from Hermione.
I had lately begun to wonder what it would be
like to be a muggle. I was already almost a squib and I could blend right in
with them. But there were certain advantages to being a wizard. Like being able
to use magic to do what ever you wanted. I had been considering what I should
do after school and had asked professor McGonagall what my marks allowed me to
do. She had sent me a bunch of booklets on what I could do.
As I sorted
through them I noticed why she had sent them to me instead of going over them
face to face, they were all stupid and most of them were bullshit jobs that any
gormless twit could do. I quickly rummaged through them throwing all the stupid
ones aside and as I was chucking fasted than ever when one caught my eye. It
was between the booklets marked: SO YOU WANT TO CONDUCT THE NIGHT BUS? And SO
YOU THINK YOU’D LIKE TO BE A GROUND KEEPER. It said: MAGIC MUSIC. It caught my
attention because I had always liked music and had never quite thoughtut
ut
singing for a profession. It might have been cool though. I set that pamphlet
aside and continued looking at the other ones.
But after
checking them all over I had decided that I wanted to be a singer and that’s
all there was to it. My voice was not bad and it was not like I couldn’t play
any instruments or what ever. I was taught how to play guitar by dear old uncle
Sev when I was young. I filled out the application to meet with some-person in
charge of AWRS, all wizarding radio station, and decided that I should go to
dinner. Once I was in the great hall though I immediately regretted my
decision.
Uncle Sev was sitting up at the high table with a look that clearly told me I was in trouble. loo looked angry, very angry. And boy did I hope I somehow got out of our next ‘family get together’. Or else I would probably be leaving in bandages. After the meal he motioned for me to come see him and told me in no uncertain terms that tomorrow night I had detention and not the helpful kind. I was worried about why he had wanted to see me. He had lately been ignoring me and I was thankful for it. I had actually managed to go a whole potions class with out blowing up a caldron. I went back to the dorm and played exploding snap with Ron and Ginny until about ten when I decided to get some rest as I was looking forward to. I had double advanced herbology, lunch, muggle studies and spells for every day life two. I had taken muggle studies because Hermione said it was good, and that I would like it. Also because Ginny was there, and I liked Ginny.
I went to bed thinking about the day ahead.
I would love for you to review, thanks
~*Goldie*~
It Hurts
Sometimes
By GinnytheSlut
Disclaimer: I do
not own blah, blah, blah
A second chapter
to a challenge response.
Dumbledore
standing they’re looking down at a peace of parchment in his hands. “Servus,
there are some supplies you ordered...” But he did not continue because he sees
us standing there. “Oh I see your busy, maybe I should comeback later.”
Servus looked up
and didn’t say anything as he zipped up his pants but his eyes said everything.
ne nne new but Dedoredore was actually scared of the man. “Hello headmaster, I
was just, eh giving our young Longbottom lesson, from his dear old uncle
Snape.” You would think that it being Dumbledore and all he would say something
but he just looked at Snape and continued on with his task at hand. I however
didn’t pay attention to it because I was getting my clothsand and getting the
hell out of there while I still had the chance.
Before Snape dismissed him and we were alone
again. I went back up to my dorm and cried myself to sleep, with a silencing
charm on my four-poster, as I had done many times before.
The next day I
boarded the train as earlier as possible to try to get away from Snape. We got
to school on time and every thing went ok.
A month passed with out any problem and I thought things were starting
to look up. I was in advanced herbology and was getting the top marks in the
class aside from Hermione.
I had lately begun to wonder what it would be
like to be a muggle. I was already almost a squib and I could blend right in
with them. But there were certain advantages to being a wizard. Like being able
to use magic to do what ever you wanted. I had been considering what I should
do after school and had asked professor McGonagall what my marks allowed me to
do. She had sent me a bunch of booklets on what I could do.
As I sorted
through them I noticed why she had sent them to me instead of going over them
face to face, they were all stupid and most of them were bullshit jobs that any
gormless twit could do. I quickly rummaged through them throwing all the stupid
ones aside and as I was chucking fasted than ever when one caught my eye. It
was between the booklets marked: SO YOU WANT TO CONDUCT THE NIGHT BUS? And SO
YOU THINK YOU’D LIKE TO BE A GROUND KEEPER. It said: MAGIC MUSIC. It caught my
attention because I had always liked music and had never quite thoughtut
ut
singing for a profession. It might have been cool though. I set that pamphlet
aside and continued looking at the other ones.
But after
checking them all over I had decided that I wanted to be a singer and that’s
all there was to it. My voice was not bad and it was not like I couldn’t play
any instruments or what ever. I was taught how to play guitar by dear old uncle
Sev when I was young. I filled out the application to meet with some-person in
charge of AWRS, all wizarding radio station, and decided that I should go to
dinner. Once I was in the great hall though I immediately regretted my
decision.
Uncle Sev was sitting up at the high table with a look that clearly told me I was in trouble. loo looked angry, very angry. And boy did I hope I somehow got out of our next ‘family get together’. Or else I would probably be leaving in bandages. After the meal he motioned for me to come see him and told me in no uncertain terms that tomorrow night I had detention and not the helpful kind. I was worried about why he had wanted to see me. He had lately been ignoring me and I was thankful for it. I had actually managed to go a whole potions class with out blowing up a caldron. I went back to the dorm and played exploding snap with Ron and Ginny until about ten when I decided to get some rest as I was looking forward to. I had double advanced herbology, lunch, muggle studies and spells for every day life two. I had taken muggle studies because Hermione said it was good, and that I would like it. Also because Ginny was there, and I liked Ginny.
I went to bed thinking about the day ahead.
I would love for you to review, thanks
~*Goldie*~