Please, Release Me!

”Ah, Severus, just the man I was looking for.” The Carrow male said as he walked up to Neville just outside the headmaster´s office. Damn it. All right Neville, calm down, you can do this, you have to. He turned around with his practiced sneer in place, and judging from the step the other took away from Neville, he had been successful in character.

“What do you want, Amycus? I don´t have time for any crap now, I´m tired and was just about to turn in.” The Death eater drew in a deep breath Neville noticed. Oh, I´m so good at this.  

“Well, I just thought that perhaps… you wanted to…” The other looked away when Neville met his eyes.

“What!” He snapped at the Carrow, “State your business tonight before I regret giving you the time of day.”

“A drink… I wanted to… you want a drink… eh… with me?” Amycus was acting weird, well, weirder than usual, which was saying a lot.

“Your sister is more than likely to want to join you, why would you –“ Neville froze in mid-sentence. A drink – oh god, he is hitting on me, er, Severus? What the fuck!

“Yeah, yeah, I know that, but I wanted to…” he was finally brave enough to meet Neville´s eyes,

“Yes?” Neville drawled in his perfect imitation of Severus. Of course, having Severus´ voice helped with that.

“Well, you know, Severus, I thought that perhaps… I´ll make it worth your time…” he finally offered and Neville paled. If I cheated on Severus in his own body, would it really be cheating? Or would it be Severus cheating on me – stop thinking about that!

“I don´t have time for your fantasies Amycus, I already have someone to give me everything I need.” He sneered before forcing himself to be kinder since they did have to work together afterwards, not to mention face Voldemort, “But thank you – for the offer.”

Amycus blushed slightly, which almost made Neville laugh, but he swallowed it before it could burst out, “If you change your mind…” He bowed a little before turning and walking stiffly away. Well, he had just been rejected. Severus you popular wanker, I´ll have to speak to you about your Death eater friends, I think.

Neville closed the door after him and laughed aloud when thinking about how Severus would react when he would show him his memories of this.

*

Neville woke several hours past midnight to screams not far from his office and private rooms, well, Severus´ anyway. He jumped out of bed, knowing no other professor would be near his rooms, okay, so he had to start thinking about Severus as himself when in character. He put on his robes over his sleepwear, grabbed his wand and opened the door.

He heard the screams again, knowing that those kind of sounds only came from a torture curse, he ran toward the noise. Alecto had caught a student out of bed, and as he scooted closer Neville saw that is was the very popular male Ernie Macmillan.

Neville and his friends often took turns in walking the hallways at night in order to make sure nothing happened to the other students, but this was one of those nights they hadn´t; the Carrows were getting out of hand lately. Without hesitation, Neville moved forward before Alecto could cast another round. “Is there a problem here?” He drawled in his best imitation of Severus and Ernie dropped to the floor half unconscious.

“Severus,” her breathy voice rang, “No, no, this ladie here just had a little trouble with authorities.” She grinned at her fellow Death eater.

“Is that so?” He glanced down at the young man, who was now spitting blood as if he could make the bleeding stop by doing that.

“I don´t fancy sleeping with disgusting Death eaters to stay alive, so you might as well kill me now, my answer remains the same.” The handsome student stated, once he had gotten his voice and words back. Alecto sneered and her wand had almost fired another curse when Neville´s wand was out, and before he knew it, Alecto flew across the hallway, landing hard against a stone gargoyle that wobbled before falling down, crushing the professor beneath.

She was dead.

Blood was everywhere.

Neville froze, when he heard Macmillan get up, and stand beside Severus. “I knew they were all wrong.”

Neville faced the student. “Excuse me?”

Macmillan´s eyes widened softly. “About you, there is good still inside you. Dumbledore wouldn´t trust someone less than that.”

“I killed him.” Neville blurted out, meaning the former headmaster. The Hufflepuff smiled up at him.

“Not without good reason, you just proved that. Thank you,” he offered Severus his hand and Neville looked down at it before shaking it, “For saving my life. The hag didn´t care if I was a pureblood, not when I refused her.” Their hands parted, but Macmillan didn´t look away from Severus. “I hope he won´t be to harsh on you for this mess. I owe you one.” He nodded and half bowed, “Professor.”

Neville stood there and blinked. He´s going to murder me for this.

*

Jan: Well, they just might, I´m still undecided on that part as of yet! Will have to think about it some more, don´t you think? ;-)

Lanie:  Yeah, you would want them to be together. You big Drarry freak ;-) And I love how close Draco and Neville are getting too, they will have to be for my plot to work at the end…. Damdidam. Don´t want to think about this story ending!