Right Or Wrong

Right and Wrong, by Mrs. Tara Yuy Maxwell

As Neville walked along the corridor he thought about the day that everything went wrong for the Boy-Who-Lived. Neville wasn’t prejudice against anything. He knew how it felt to have someone you cared for hate you. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling. The bruises and scars that marred his flesh underneath his concealment charms were proof enough. He sighed and unknowingly passed the Weasley Twins, Fred and George, who gave each other sly looks before silently following him.

Since it was a nice day outside, Neville decided that he would sneak (if you could call it that) to his favorite hiding place, where he could be alone to sort out his problems. He glanced around to check if anybody was near by (coincidently he forgot to look behind himself) before hurrying off towards the lake.

When he arrived, he walked over to the tree infested side and took out his wand. Once he found the tree with a strange marking carved into it (a mermaid crest) he tapped his wand against it four times before murmuring, “Aparecium.” Immediately, a door appeared, but there was no handle.

Fred and George, who were already in awe that someone like Neville had managed to find this place when they couldn’t, frowning, their eyebrows creased into lines of confusion. They had noticed there was no doorknob and were beginning to wonder how Neville was going to get inside.

Neville, meanwhile, reached up with his hand and pressed it against the mermaid crest (his hand began to glow a dim blue) for a few moments before murmuring, “Alohomora.” There was a distinct sound of a lock opening before Neville pushed both hands to the door and slowly walked through it. Instantly, the tree looked like it did before Neville arrived.

After a moment of silence, Fred and George walked over to the tree. “Think we should follow him?” Fred asked his brother. His twin nodded. Carefully Fred and George followed the procedure one by one before they both found them selves inside Neville’s Sanctuary.

They were standing in a room with a glass window on the right side of the room (through it you could see the happenings beneath the lake); the floor was cement with rugs (with the mermaid crest) and a fireplace. The room, surprisingly enough, had furniture.

In the corner of the room was a canopy king size bed with black sheets and a wooden end table. Above the bed was a portrait of a beautiful raven haired, emerald-eyed merman. As they looked around they saw there was a black leather couch with a black blanket folded up on it that was sitting next to a bookcase. While inspecting the books they saw that its content was learning magic. On the shelves there were potions, muggle history, magic history, divination, care of magical creatures, defense against dark arts books along with many others.

Still wandering around the room they found a kitchen section. There was a stove, refrigerator, a sink, and many cupboards in this area. In a little less then half of the cupboards, stored there were ingredients that were used in potions including the boomslang skin, dragon’s blood, and gillyweed. The rest of the cupboards were full of food.

In the last corner of the room there was another door, a toilet, and a shower. Quietly they walked over to the door (and since it had a mermaid crest on it, they put their hands upon the door and gently pressed their selves inside. Once they stepped into the room they instantly saw where Neville was. In front of him was a table with a smoking cauldron atop it, an open potions book, and some ingredients scattered around the table. Neville was working so intently that he hadn’t yet noticed the presence of the twins. George took his gaze from the struggling teen to the glass window on the right. He noticed that it to had the mermaid crest on it.

Unable to help himself, he walked over to the crest and pressed his hands upon it. At the same moment his hands made contact with the crest, Neville’s head jerked up and snapped over to George. He dropped more wormwood than what was needed causing the potion to explode as he rushed over and practically threw George away from the glass. “What is wrong with you?!,” he shrieked in an outraged rumbling voice, “If you had gone out their you could have died! If you didn’t drown, then a kappa, kelpie, or grindylow could have gotten to you. Not to mention the merpeople aren’t too nice to people who intrude on their territory! Are you stupid?”

Stunned, Fred and George realized this was no longer the cowering Gryffindor they once knew. Maybe this was why the Sorting Hat had put him in Gryffindor. Chest heaving and cheeks pink, Neville Longbottom glared fiercely at the two mischief-makers. “What are you doing down here anyway?! How did you find this place?”

“Uh...we uh...followed you.” George mumbled feeling like a scolded boy throwing a temper tantrum. Fred nodded, and awaited Neville’s reaction.

To their surprise, Neville sighed sadly. “I knew this would happen one day, but I’d hope it wouldn’t be this soon.” He walked out of the room and sat on the couch holding his head in his hands.

Awkwardly, the twins followed him. After a moment of hesitation, Fred walked over and sat on the couch next to him and tried to pat his back. The moment his fingers made contact with the stressed teens back Neville jerked away sharply and let out a frightened cry causing Fred and George to jump. His eyes were wild and frightened he gazed at them almost hyperventilating, but he quickly managed to gain his composure and calm his breathing.

Somewhat horrified, George gazed at him as asked worriedly asked, “Neville! Are you...?!”

“Alright?!” Fred finished.

Neville stared at them for a minute before nodding slowly, “Yeah, you just uh...startled me is all,” he lied softly. They didn’t believe him for a minute but decided against pressing the matter.

After some more uncomfortable silence Fred spoke up, “So uh...nice place. When did you find it?”

“Um, in my first year. Just before the incident with Professor Quirell I stumbled upon this place...” Then there was yet another awkward silence.

Neville glanced at his watch nervously and let out a gasp of shock.

“What?! What is it? What’s wrong?!” demanded the twins simultaneously.

“I’m late for potions with Snape!”

“C’mon then! Let’s hurry!” Nodding at the twins, Neville hurried out of his “Secret Hide-out” and towards the dungeons.

When they arrived, Neville (who seemed to have lost all sense of being brave) timidly knocked on the door feeling light-headed. In seconds the door had flung open and crashed into the wall loudly. “Yes, Mr. Longbottom? Do you have an excuse for your tardiness?” a voice as cold as ice snarled.

Whimpering before Snape he hardly managed to stutter out anything much less speak. Then suddenly a voice from behind him came to his defense, along with two long arms that wrapped around his waist comfortingly and pulled him against their chest. Usually, Neville would have done the best he could to avoid all contact with anyone human but oddly enough he seemed to melt into the strong arms holding him. “It’s my fault, Professor Snape, I made Neville late...”

“By stopping him in the hallway to ask him a few questions...” The other twin finished.

“Be that as it may, Mr. Longbottom made the choice to stop and talk to you” Snape replied shrewdly.

“Not really, you see, he kept insisting I ask him later so he wasn’t late for class...” Fred trailed off

“But I simply refused to let him leave until I was satisfied...”

“Fifteen points from Gryffindor each! And you Mr. Longbottom, will have to leave as I have already started class and do not wish to repeat what I—” Snape stopped abruptly when Neville slumped forward in the Weasley Twins arms and would have fallen if they had not been holding him.

“Mr. Longbottom?” Snape whirled around to face his class and said in a calm voice, “Class I will be right back. I have to escort Mr. Longbottom to the Hospital Wing. If I hear any chatting when I get back 50 points will be taken off any house for each individual!”

Snape stalked over and gently grabbed the limp boy out of the stunned twins arms. “Follow me, Mr. Weasley’s!” If anybody had looked closely at Snape in this moment they would have seen his eyes were tinged with worry.

Snape burst into the Hospital Wing and called out, “Poppy!” irritably.

Instantly, Madam Pomfrey hurried out of her office and replied, “Honestly Severus, you have got to learn to be more polite abou—what has happened here?!” She rushed over to the bed Snape had laid Neville on.

“Mr. Longbottom was late to my class and while we were discussing the reason of his tardiness he suddenly collapsed. The Mr. Weasley’s happened to be the reason.” Snape indicated the twins standing by the doorway.

“Come over here you two! Maybe you can explain the reason for his sudden illness?” Madam Pomfrey questioned as she ran her wand over him (after unbuttoning his shirt and exposing his chest) to do a check-up to gauge the overall damage. She frowned when she came up with something ridicules. “Hmmm, this can’t be right...”

“What?! What is...”

“Wrong is with him?!”

“Well, my check-up says he has three broken ribs, forty-eight bruises, a fractured ankle, and a concussion. But that can’t be right, he doesn’t have a scratch on him,” Madam Pomfrey deducted.

“Now that you mention it...”

“Neville did react a bit wildly when we touched him earlier...”

“Poppy, perhaps he’s using concealment charms?” Severus spoke from the other side of the room.

“Of course! Thank you, Severus.” Poppy cast Finite Incantatem on Neville and let out a gasp of horror along with the other occupants of the room when they got a look at Neville. Scars, bruises, and cuts littered his body. It was pretty obvious that something had happened to Neville and that something had been going on for years. The only self-inflicted wounds were the ones on the inside of his wrists. “Sev—Severus hurry! Run and get Albus.”

And Snape did just that, he ran as fast as he could till he reached the doors to Dumbledore’s office. He muttered the words, “Lemon Drops” and rushed up the steps. He didn’t bother to knock, rather he chose to throw open the door and slip quickly inside. Harry jumped startled at the loud sound and was shocked to see Snape not his cool, collected self. “Albus! It’shorribleyouneedtogetdowntothehospitalwingassoonaspossible! It’sNevilleLongbottomsirandhe’sinhorriblshape!”

“Whoa! Slow down Severus. Here have a Lemon Drop. Try to talk slowly and tell me what’s wrong.” Albus said calmly. Harry listened with interest.

“No time, Albus. It’s Longbottom! He had collapsed in my classroom so I took him to the Hospital Wing. Poppy said he had three broken ribs; forty-eight bruises, a fractured ankle, and a concussion, but there didn’t seem to be a mark on him. I suggested she see if he had any concealment charms on and she took them off...and...and! Oh, Albus, it’s horrible! You must follow me!” With this said he turned and ran out of the room towards the Hospital Wing.

Dumbledore, whose face had grown graver and graver with each passing detail, stood up and started after Snape while Harry followed after him. When they arrived, they couldn’t believe the sight that awaited them. Harry began to feel nauseas as a sickening familiar thought crossed his mind. What happened to him couldn’t possibly have happened to Neville, could it?

Madam Pomfrey was quickly healing the cuts and broken bones. There was nothing she could do about the bruises. And the deep cuts formed new scars. Dumbledore, who had sensed something between the Neville and twins, decided that Neville would stay in his hideout with them tonight. Maybe they could help Neville put the person in Azkaban who did this. He would put some floo powder by the fireplace so if worst came to worst they could get help should they need it.

When Neville awoke, he realized the pains and aches in his body had lessened immensely. Although his mind was drowsy he knew by instinct that he was in his bed in his hideout. Rubbing his tired eyes, he sat up and looked around. When he spotted Fred and George sleeping on the couch together everything came back to him. As he glanced down he saw that his charms had wore off and knew the twins had to have seen the marks and taken him to the Hospital Wing... where Madam Pomfrey had to have seen him. She must have talked to Professor Dumbledore and he’d want to know who did this to him. There was no other explanation as to why his cuts were gone. He began to hyperventilate as he recalled his Grandmother’s threats if he told, he was startled when he felt two pairs of warm arms wrap around him. One pair wrapped around his chest and pulled him back onto a nice warm body while the other pair wrapped around his waist, a head was laid on his lap, and a body curled up next to his.

“Shh... Neville. It’s okay, we’re right here and...”

“We are not going to let anything happen to you...”

“I promise,” vowed both Fred and George at once.

Once he had calmed down, they felt it was safe to bring up the subject again. “Neville, what happened to you? Who did this to you? Don’t worry...”

“We won’t tell anyone...”

Neville stiffened uncomfortably and opened his mouth to protest. “It’s okay, we promise not to tell anyone please... tell us.”

Sighing, he leaned back, closed his damp eyes, took a deep breath, and began his story.

FLASHBACK

Neville was only five-years-old. His grandmother was strict with him, but she was fair to. Or at least she used to be but one day she brought home a guest with her. The man came into the drawing room with her and studied him where he was perched stiffly on his chair. Smiling, the man turned and gave his Grandmother money before she left the room.

The man had blond hair and brown eyes. The man walked over to Neville, crouched down, and smiled, “Hi,” he said. “My name is Barty.”

Neville looked up at him with big innocent eyes and replied, “Hi! My name is Neville.”

“Hey Neville, how would you like to play a little game?”

“Ohh! I love games, though Grandmother says I shouldn’t play them or I would make her look bad,” Neville said sadly. “She says I have to be a big boy.”

“Yes, you are a big boy. But your Grandmother says you can play this game. So, do you wanna play?”

“Yes! I love games... how does it work?”

“Well, first you have to take off all your clothes, okay?”

“That sounds kinda weird, but okay.” Neville slowly took his clothes off as Barty walked to the door and locked it. By the time he came back, Neville was nude.

“Good boy! You’re already doing a good job! Now I want you just to sit still and not move, okay?” Barty asked huskily.

“Okay,” Neville replied uncomfortably.

Barty quickly unbuttoned his shirt, grabbed a chair, sat down, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his half hard erection before bending over and picking up Neville. He sat Neville on his lap making sure Neville’s buttocks were spread and his cock rested between them. Neville squirmed causing Barty to let out a moan of pleasure, as his manhood was wedged even deeper and brushed against poor Neville’s virgin entrance.

Barty reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a small tube of lubrication. He hurriedly opened the tube and squeezed some onto his fingers. Reaching down beneath Neville he slowly inserted his pinky finger inside him Neville squirmed some more. Barty reached up with his free hand and slowly circled his nipples before pinching them gently. By the time he had inserted two fingers, Neville was beginning to feel some pain and he wasn’t happy about it.

“Oww! Hey Mr. Barty, that hurts!”

“Shh, it’s okay. It’ll feel good later.” By now he had three fingers inside, and Neville was beginning to cry with the pain. But, he wanted his Grandmother to be proud of hi so he sat as still as he could. Finally, Barty removed his fingers (much to Neville’s relief) and lube his cock. He raised the little boy up so his throbbing leaking prick sat against Neville’s sore entrance.

Barty’s fingers reached down and gently grasped the little boy’s penis and began gently stroking it. Much to Neville’s dismay it did feel good and he began to hum with pleasure. Barty, not able to take it anymore, slammed the boy’s body down on his erection. Neville let out a scream of agony as pain engulfed his body. Now he began to struggle with all his might to get away, but since he was smaller and Barty was bigger he wasn’t able to. So he did the only thing he could think of, he bit Barty. Barty shouted in pain, before turning back and slapping him. Not to long after, Neville felt something inside him explode and Barty removed him self from the little boy.

But poor little Neville, he didn’t realize that Barty had the whole night with him. By the time it was morning, Neville had given up trying to run away or struggle. It only made things worse. After Barty finally left he drifted into blissful unconsciousness. He was woken up to his grandmother dragging him out of the bedroom by the hair. Kicking and slapping him as she screeched in rage, in the end she pushed him down the stairs where he fell and broke his hip. But she never hired a doctor to help him; she just kept him in bed. By the time Neville healed he had trouble using his leg and his hands shaking, which explained his clumsiness.

END FLASHBACK

By the time Neville had finished the story he wasn’t the only one with tears streaming down his cheeks. Fred and George were absolutely horrified and weren’t able to stop the unexpected flood. They vowed to each other to protect him and make sure he never goes back to his Grandmother’s again. Cuddling Neville close in between their bodies and soothing away his tears, Fred, George, and Neville fell asleep with their arms around each other.

When Madam Pomfrey came by the next morning through floo, she was greeted with the most adorable sight. On the bed, Neville laid curled up in the middle between the twins (who lay on their side facing him) with his thumb in his mouth. His other hand was tightly clasped on one of the twin’s robes while his face pressed into the other boy’s stomach. Fred and George had there leg thrown over his (and each other) and were holding the other’s hand while they pressed up as tightly as they could against him.

She couldn’t resist the chuckle that came to her throat from the lovely site. As the throaty sound came out Neville moaned softly and fidgeted slightly. Madam Pomfrey abruptly stopped and held her breath. When she saw no sign of movement she let it out quietly. She needed a camera, where was that Gryffindor Colin Creevey when she needed him? She let out a happy sigh as an idea popped in her head. First she took out her wand and saved the image of them, then she quickly did the check-up, and finally she cast a spell on the room. Now she could start having fun. In her mind she cackled evilly at the horrible plot in her head. Madam Pomfrey snuck up to the bed and carefully readjusted the positions of their hands and legs. When she was done, she left quickly to go back to her office to wait and watch their reactions to her EVIL plan.

Neville was the first one to wake up three and a half hours later. As he moved to stretch he found a dilemma. His body somehow managed to find its way on top of Fred’s, neatly lined up, crotch to crotch. He knew it was Fred’s body because of the hardly noticeable difference in the shape of his face. Fred’s face was more heart-shaped then George’s. But that was not the only problem he found. Neville discovered that his hand had pushed Fred’s robes up so that it lay on the bare skin on his nipple. His other hand, to his horror, rested upon George’s clothed half-hard erection. He felt his face turn pink and he tried to push himself up and off the sleeping redhead.

This was when he realized that he was not the only one whose hand had snooped where it shouldn’t have been. When he shifted, Fred’s hand had tightened on his buttocks and pressed Neville closer against himself trying to keep him close. George’s hand also tightened on his upper thigh as he tried to escape.

“Mmmm,” Neville froze, his hands pressing into the bed on both sides of Fred’s head. Said boy, cracked his right eye open surveying the scene. Soon enough both were wide open and staring at him before his lips parted and purred, “Feisty aren’t we this morning?”

Turning an even darker shade of crimson he managed to sputter out, “NO! I mean I woke up like this... I mean uh...” He shifted uncomfortably once again remembering the hand on his behind.

Fred seemed to have just noticed it and was glaring at it as if trying to will it to move. But his hand seemed to have a mind of it’s own and began gently massaging his cheeks. He tensed, expecting Neville to flee from him in terror or become enraged and start slapping him. But what he didn’t expect happened. George woke to the sound of moaning and the sight of his brother gently rubbing Neville’s buttocks while he arched up into it. He immediately felt his erection become fully hard. He sat up, bent over and started tonguing the boy’s ear. George heard the sharp intake of air as he thrust the wet muscle inside and began to suck on his lobe. Neville let out a high-pitched keening sound and wantonly (though it was more instinct then not) thrust his hips forward brushing against Fred’s rock-hard shaft. The groan let out by both boys was loud, but none was louder then Neville’s. This whole experience was a first for him. He’d never even jerked off before!

Instinctively, Neville swooped down and pressed his quivering lips to Fred’s. Fred instantly opened his mouth and with his tongue began to play tonsil hockey. His tongue reached every place it could find trying to memorize Neville’s essence. They parted when the need for air became too great. After breathing in the much-needed air Neville’s lips were stolen in yet another kiss, but this time it was George who took it. Neville became bolder and swiped his tongue against George’s bottom lip before biting and licking up the few drop of blood that spilled out. Finally he pulled away, his pink lips swollen and laid his head down upon Fred’s chest. George grabbed his hips and wrapped his arms around them as he not only cuddled close but also pulled Neville unresisting body backwards till his hips met George’s. Neville could hear Fred’s heartbeat slowly calming and it soothed him back to sleep.

Fred and George waited until they were sure he was asleep before leaning forwards to confide in each other. “So, what should we do? I mean, you know what happened to him but he obviously wants us.” George boasted.

“Hush up! We don’t want to wake him. I think we should have a talk with him when he makes up. And if he decides he wants to have a relationship with us, we’ll have to take it slow.”

“Hey, that’s a good idea!”

“I know. I’m a genus.” Chuckling they both settled down to await Neville’s awakening.

Neville awoke feeling more refreshed then he ever had before! He stretched and yawned silently with his eyes still closed. He knew the twins had him wrapped up in their arms but he just couldn’t bring himself to care. As he opened his eyes he found two pairs of eyes peering down at him and smiled weakly. “G’ morning.”

“Well actually, it’s evening. It’s almost time...”

“...for lunch in the great hall.”

“And there’s something important...”

“...we want to ask you.”

“Oh, well, what is it?” Neville asked hoping to get dinner now that his stomach was protesting going on without food. To his surprise Fred and George nervously fidgeted and he saw a faint blush on their cheeks. Instinctively, he reached out with a hand and touched both of their cheeks, “What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly.

“Well,” Fred twisted his hands nervously, “We wanted to know if you would maybe consider...”

“...going out with us! George finished with a rush.

“Go out with you?”

“You know, like a date?” George answered.

“You want to date me?!” asked Neville shell-shocked.

“Well, not just date but we want to know if you would be our boyfriend?” Fred whispered ashamed and embarrassed.

Flustered and wide-eyed, the shocked boy could only stare at them before blushing bright crimson and mumbling, “...okay...”

There was a moment of stunned silence before Neville was engulfed into two warm hugs. He flinched automatically before he melted into their comforting embrace. Moments later he felt soft lips pressing against his and tensed. When a gentle tongue probed his lips he parted them with gasp at the sensation. The muscle dove inside of his mouth before sweeping around and tasting his essence. Slowly Neville calmed in Fred’s arms and timidly began to kiss back.

When they pulled away with a gasp, Neville came down on George. Feeling bold, he kissed him with as much passion as he did Fred. Fred, meanwhile was panting and rubbing Neville’s back soothingly. They all fell back against the bed gasping for air and Neville began to cuddle against them.

“So,” he asked nervously, “are you both my boyfriends? And are we going to have public displays of affection? Do we have to keep it a secret? I hope you don’t mind but we can’t have sex for awhile okay?!”

Fred and George looked at each other amused, “Yes we are both your boyfriends. If you want to...”

“...keep it secret then I guess we can...and don’t worry we are...”

“....going to take this relationship slowly.”

Neville sighed in relief, “Thank you, but I do not want to keep out relationship a secret. So, you don’t mind?”

Both of the twins gave him pleased smiles. “No, we were actually hoping you would say that”

“So how do you want to tell them?” Neville timidly questioned.

“Well, since dinner started about a minute ago, do you think we could walk into the great hall together holding each other and I suppose they would know?” Neville nodded and so they went off to dinner.

In the great hall, Harry was trying to find a place to sit when the doors opened an in walked a bruised and scarred Neville Longbottom with Fred and George’s arms around his waist. Immediately, everyone became quiet and stared at them.

Harry could tell one of a few things, first, Neville, Fred, and George were a couple. Second, they were trying to announce this to everyone. Third, Neville was tense and nervous. Finally, it was obvious that Neville had been beaten brutally for at least a few years now.

Neville saw Harry and walked over to him, his boyfriends following him. “Hello, Harry!” He was aware that everyone’s attention was on him. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, uh, hi Neville; I was just trying to find a place to sit down.”

“Well! Do you want to sit with Fred, George and I?” Harry nodded an affirmative. They all made their way to a large empty space at the Gryffindor table. Immediately, two girls moved fill the space in. They didn’t want the boys sitting by them, and were a little unnerved at the twin’s serious faces. Speaking of the twins, they pulled out their wands and with a spell they had moved the girls back to where they were sitting originally.

George and Fred sat by the girls while Neville and Harry sat in between them. Soon after this incident conversation gradually became back to as it was before they had come in. Except this time, instead of talking about Harry they were talking about a mixture of Neville and the-boy-who-lived.

“Neville! What are you doing? You do know that people will think that we are...together now right?! And they are going to treat you horribly too!” Harry whispered to him furiously.

Neville just smiled at him and replied, “Well, I am gay. Fred and George are my boyfriends, they will protect me. I really don’t care what the school thinks.” But inside he was terrified, his hand were shaking so he stuck them under the table. He felt Fred grab his hand and squeeze reassuringly and smiled gratefully at him.

It was just around this time that someone “accidently” spilt the milk onto both Harry and Neville. Fred and George jumped up furious. With a quick spell, the victims were clean but that didn’t matter. All they felt was a rage that had been pushed to far and was about to explode. “WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!” they both shrieked at the same time.

The room was instantly quiet and fixated on them. “It’s disgusting!” someone called out.

“What is?” they asked calmly despite their anger.

“Being gay!”

“Why?”

“Because...because girls are supposed to like guy and vice versa!”

“How do you come up with this?”

“...guys can’t have kids—”

“Yes they can.”

“—what?!”

“Spells! It shouldn’t matter the gender of the people together! All that matters is that you love them and they love you.”

“...”

“We are telling everybody this right now. Anyone who harms Neville or Harry in any way has made an enemy of us. We will find a way to get back at you and we do not care if we get expelled from school.”

“Why are you protecting them?!”

“Because Neville is our boyfriend; and Harry is our friend. We will not allow you to hurt them. C’mon you guys lets go.” As they were leaving they heard footsteps coming up from behind them. “I agree with you.” It was Percy.

Surprised, Neville and his boyfriends turned around. Timidly, he came forward and tugged gently on Percy’s sleeve. “Really?” he questioned in a hesitant voice.

Percy smiled gently at Neville, “Really,” he confirmed. In the background there were cries of outrage. How dare their Prefect side with the homosexuals!

At this time Dumbledore stepped forward. “Attention students!” He paused waiting for them to look at him. “I know what a fine bunch of witches and wizards you are and this is just another obstacle for you to overcome. We have only seven years to teach you the skills you will use your whole life and prejudice is something you should not be. Instead you should try to accept these things and you’ll find life will be much easier...”

Harry, Neville, Fred, George, and Percy left while Dumbledore was still preaching. Harry led them to an abandoned classroom. “What should we do?”

They sat there in silence. “I know! Why don’t we make a club.”

“A club?”

“Yeah, you know, for homosexuals.”

A snort, “You don’t think anyone would seriously join do you?”

“Hmmm, how about a club for teens with problems...”

“That’s a...”

“...great idea!”

“You mean for like trouble at home?”

“Yeah, and homosexuals.”

“What about bully victims?”

“They can join to!”

“Anyone with a problem they wish to share with other people and ask for advise can join?”

“Do you think we will be allowed to make the club?”

Silence.

“I know...”

“Harry is...”

“...Dumbledore’s...”

“...favorite...”

“Me? But...”

“Come on Harry! Do it...

“...for us!”

“Please Harry.”

“You know, Fred and George are right, much as I hate to admit it...”

“Aw, Percy, you know...”

“...you love us!”

“O-okay, I’ll ask.”

“Won’t we need a teacher to, like, be chaperone the club?”

“Ugh! You’re...”

“...right, Neville.”

“Who could we get to do that? Think, Percy, think!”

“Whoa...man talking to yourself...”

“...is a sure sigh of insanity, Brother Dear.”

“Shut up! How about Professor Dumbledore?”

“Nah, he’s too crazy.”

“How a-about Professor Sprout?”

“Neville, I think she’s too much of a busybody...no offence.”

“None taken.”

“How about Professor Snape?”

“Have you gone bloody bonkers?!”

“There is NO way HE would EVER do ANYTHING for US!”

“No, I could get him to agree!”

Sigh.

“Okay, Harry, whatever you say.”

“Are you serious?! He said ‘yes’!” The twins exclaimed together.

“Um, yeah,” Harry nervously responded.

“Wow!” That was Neville.


AN: So... what do you think? Like it? Hate it? I won't update unless you tell me what you think!!