Abnegare Caritas
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,922
Reviews:
6
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Abnegare Caritas
Title – Abnegare Caritas (Denied Love)
Disclaimer: The Characters aren’t mine, plot is (unfortunately O.o)
Warning: You have been warned that this has Homosexual content, meaning male/male interaction, will eventually turn hard R. You have been warned so DO NOT flame me!
Summary: After a hectic day in potions class, Neville’s perspective on a fellow classmate changes...interesting events follow
A/N: Well...this is my first slash...actually, my first fiction that I\'ve put out for everyone to read, so please be nice to me. ^___^ I am very proud of it so far. Thank you to Keikokin for Beta reading and helping me with my tenses! Thanks to Jazz, Joy, and Kate for faithfully reading it before hand and telling me when it sucked and when I finally did something right! So, here it is: Abnegare Caritas
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Chapter One – Mishaps in The Potions Lab
“Mr. Longbottom do you realize that is the third cauldron you have blown up this week?” Snape towered menacingly over a cowering Neville who was trying hard not to burst into tears. It was his sixth year, and Neville now found himself in potions, NEWT level to be precise. How had he managed it? A lot of summer tutoring from Hermione, and a very nice waver from the headmaster. This had made Professor Snape even more irritable, and it was evident. “S-s-orry S-sir” He stuttered. He hated Snape with a fiery passion and he only took this course because he planned to be an Auror after he graduated. “10 points from Gryffindor for your idiocy, and you must clean this up immediately” The Professor swooped away, and Neville sighed. Sinking to the floor he began to clean up the steaming blue liquid. ‘What a great way to start a new term…’ he thought to himself, trying in vain to clean up the now putty like substance. With an exasperated sigh, he scrubbed harder. ‘This is going to be one heck of a year’ he thought to himself. If only he knew.
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“Its alright Neville, I’m sure things will get better” Hermione smiled and patted his arm. They were sitting at dinner after their “eventful” potions class, and his friends were trying to reason with him that Snape wasn’t worth losing him dream to. “Yeah mate, Snape is an insufferable git anyway.” Harry reassured him. Neville smiled half-heartedly. The Golden Trio. He wasn’t exactly sure how they had come to befriend him officially. They had always been strong acquaintances, Hermione having helped him numerous times with homework or attempting to find his frequently lost frog, Trevor. Ron and Harry were always there for a game of exploding Snap or Wizarding Chess. But when had they adopted him? When had they become real friends? He wasn’t sure. But he was glad that they were his friends. “Neville? You with me mate?” He was jolted out of his thoughts by Ron, who was looking at him funny. “Uh What?” Neville said, brushing the fringe from his forehead. “You were spacing again mate” Ron grins rolling his eyes. “Anyway, I was saying, as long as you avoid Malfoy you’ll do fine in Potions.” Neville nodded. He looks over at the Slytherin table. Malfoy was a cold-hearted boy, and he was glad this was his last year of potions. No more Snape, No more Malfoy. He sighs and stood up, collecting his bag from the floor. “I think I’m going to go to bed, I have a headache”. There was a chorus of goodbyes, and Neville strolled out of the hall, deep in thought once again.
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”Watch it Longbottom!” It was another wonderful day in potions, and he had to be pair with Malfoy of all people. They were making a very complex cheering potion. Neville had just put in too much roots, and now Malfoy tried in vain to fish them out before they dissolved, but their potion still turned a nasty shade of orange. “Damn it Longbottom” Neville turned pink. Why did he always get paired with the mean people? Yesterday it had been Blaise, and now he was stuck with Malfoy. Mumbling an apology he sat down with his hands in his lap. Malfoy sighed and tossed the excess roots into the rubbish bin near by, scowling at Neville. The potion was a violet pink. It was supposed to be forest green. “Alright class bottle your potions into two vials, bring one to be. Now!” Snape barked out these directions coldly. Malfoy takes a vial up to the professor’s desk and returns to his seat, ignoring Neville, who was trembling in terror. He knew for a fact that he would be the one testing the potion, and he knew it wouldn’t be good. As the professor walked up to their table, his sneer made Neville groan. “Well Mr. Longbottom, care to test your potion?” He said this menacingly to his pupil, coal colored eyes staring him down. Neville swallows hard and takes the vile. “Bottoms up…” he mutters to himself, drinking it in one swig. He stumbles backwards. His hand shoots out and grabs a chair for support. Blinking rapidly the room went blurry then, silky darkness enveloped around him, and he felt himself slip away…
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Disclaimer: The Characters aren’t mine, plot is (unfortunately O.o)
Warning: You have been warned that this has Homosexual content, meaning male/male interaction, will eventually turn hard R. You have been warned so DO NOT flame me!
Summary: After a hectic day in potions class, Neville’s perspective on a fellow classmate changes...interesting events follow
A/N: Well...this is my first slash...actually, my first fiction that I\'ve put out for everyone to read, so please be nice to me. ^___^ I am very proud of it so far. Thank you to Keikokin for Beta reading and helping me with my tenses! Thanks to Jazz, Joy, and Kate for faithfully reading it before hand and telling me when it sucked and when I finally did something right! So, here it is: Abnegare Caritas
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Chapter One – Mishaps in The Potions Lab
“Mr. Longbottom do you realize that is the third cauldron you have blown up this week?” Snape towered menacingly over a cowering Neville who was trying hard not to burst into tears. It was his sixth year, and Neville now found himself in potions, NEWT level to be precise. How had he managed it? A lot of summer tutoring from Hermione, and a very nice waver from the headmaster. This had made Professor Snape even more irritable, and it was evident. “S-s-orry S-sir” He stuttered. He hated Snape with a fiery passion and he only took this course because he planned to be an Auror after he graduated. “10 points from Gryffindor for your idiocy, and you must clean this up immediately” The Professor swooped away, and Neville sighed. Sinking to the floor he began to clean up the steaming blue liquid. ‘What a great way to start a new term…’ he thought to himself, trying in vain to clean up the now putty like substance. With an exasperated sigh, he scrubbed harder. ‘This is going to be one heck of a year’ he thought to himself. If only he knew.
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“Its alright Neville, I’m sure things will get better” Hermione smiled and patted his arm. They were sitting at dinner after their “eventful” potions class, and his friends were trying to reason with him that Snape wasn’t worth losing him dream to. “Yeah mate, Snape is an insufferable git anyway.” Harry reassured him. Neville smiled half-heartedly. The Golden Trio. He wasn’t exactly sure how they had come to befriend him officially. They had always been strong acquaintances, Hermione having helped him numerous times with homework or attempting to find his frequently lost frog, Trevor. Ron and Harry were always there for a game of exploding Snap or Wizarding Chess. But when had they adopted him? When had they become real friends? He wasn’t sure. But he was glad that they were his friends. “Neville? You with me mate?” He was jolted out of his thoughts by Ron, who was looking at him funny. “Uh What?” Neville said, brushing the fringe from his forehead. “You were spacing again mate” Ron grins rolling his eyes. “Anyway, I was saying, as long as you avoid Malfoy you’ll do fine in Potions.” Neville nodded. He looks over at the Slytherin table. Malfoy was a cold-hearted boy, and he was glad this was his last year of potions. No more Snape, No more Malfoy. He sighs and stood up, collecting his bag from the floor. “I think I’m going to go to bed, I have a headache”. There was a chorus of goodbyes, and Neville strolled out of the hall, deep in thought once again.
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”Watch it Longbottom!” It was another wonderful day in potions, and he had to be pair with Malfoy of all people. They were making a very complex cheering potion. Neville had just put in too much roots, and now Malfoy tried in vain to fish them out before they dissolved, but their potion still turned a nasty shade of orange. “Damn it Longbottom” Neville turned pink. Why did he always get paired with the mean people? Yesterday it had been Blaise, and now he was stuck with Malfoy. Mumbling an apology he sat down with his hands in his lap. Malfoy sighed and tossed the excess roots into the rubbish bin near by, scowling at Neville. The potion was a violet pink. It was supposed to be forest green. “Alright class bottle your potions into two vials, bring one to be. Now!” Snape barked out these directions coldly. Malfoy takes a vial up to the professor’s desk and returns to his seat, ignoring Neville, who was trembling in terror. He knew for a fact that he would be the one testing the potion, and he knew it wouldn’t be good. As the professor walked up to their table, his sneer made Neville groan. “Well Mr. Longbottom, care to test your potion?” He said this menacingly to his pupil, coal colored eyes staring him down. Neville swallows hard and takes the vile. “Bottoms up…” he mutters to himself, drinking it in one swig. He stumbles backwards. His hand shoots out and grabs a chair for support. Blinking rapidly the room went blurry then, silky darkness enveloped around him, and he felt himself slip away…
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