Silence took me
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
976
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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DIZCLAYMOR: I don't own Harry Potter nor am I affiliated with anyone who does. I do not generate profit from this piece (of shit).
Silence took me
Hm... the CAPTCHA test to upload this was the words "pomade industrialist" which I find to be just SILLY.
Welcome, dear readers. A more thorough background should go here, but explaining stuff here would kill the effect I'm going for. So read the story, then check out the notes at the bottom of the page.
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Who the hell are you to tell me
What to do, why to do, why bother
Leech in a mask of virtue
Such waste to ever think of you again
Rolf smirked at Neville from the altar. That smile, that insufferable grin, eroded at Neville's composure. How he craved to wipe it off his face. Spinelessness was Rolf's primary attribute and he worked it well - he only dared gloat about his treachery when there was no threat of reprisal. Rolf knew very well that Neville wouldn't cause a scene at a wedding - especially not her's.
Hey Judas, your Christess is my love
Hit and run, your will be done
Never sorry, never wrong
More more
more more more
Of course, Rolf made her happy. Their shared hobby of finding strange new magical creatures drew them together in the first place. Now they would have their entire lives to spend together searching the globe for wondrous new species, travelling to distant lands, with that bastard putting his hands all over her...Neville tried unsuccessfully to unclench his fists. It would be fine, she would be happy.
Hello. How are you?
Let me explain one thing.
All for her and more for me
Why is it so hard to see?
I see no sense in doing this
Not enough for me
I fuck up everything, but let me explain.
Rolf smirked not at Neville himself, but at Neville's inability to understand. So what if, while he was technically taken, he got a little on the side? It wasn't going to hurt anyone, especially if no one knew.
How embarrassing, though, it was to be caught by Neville in the bathroom fucking that wedding caterer.
Some day you shall flee,
Panting and weak
It would be still more embarrassing for Neville if he told anyone, though. The awkward kid, the tagalong since Hogwarts who had never really excelled, suddenly comes forth on the wedding day of his beautiful friend claiming the groom is disloyal? Nonsense. No one would believe him. They would shrug, say that it was because Neville had always wanted her for himself (which Neville could not deny), and that Neville had resorted to outright lies to get what he wanted. How disappointing.
All within me gone but pain and hope
Hoping that the pain would fade away
Rolf was such a great guy. Sending her flowers to cheer her up the day her father was injured in a hiking accident was such a thoughtful thing to do. Never mind that the flowers had actually been sent by Neville. Of course, Neville hated himself for not taking the credit, just as he hated himself now.
Greed, your Master Passion
I feed
The mouth that bites me
Mammon(+)
Opiate of the masses
The reek of your lies draws flies
Neville had told her only once that he didn't like Rolf. She chalked up his distrust of her boyfriend to the swarm of Nozzlewids that he had brought with him from Scandinavia. Nozzlewids cause people to feel suspicious toward their victims, don't you know? she had explained to him. She had felt suspicion toward him as well - she was no fool - but, in her naivete, she wrote it off.
Seek her
Seduce her
Tame her
Blame her
Have her
Kill her
FEAST ON IT ALL!
She entered the chapel, wearing an elegantly simple white dress. Her hair was done up, and her eyes were glowing, and never had Luna Lovegood looked so heart-breakingly perfect. Neville turned to look at Rolf, and the unmasked look of lust and greed painted on his face made Neville choke on stomach acid.
With awakening
The tears will begin
To my everlasting shame
Silence took me
"I'm letting Luna marry the wrong man just to avoid embarrassing myself," he thought. "What a coward I am. Someday, she'll realize what he is, and it will break her sweet heart. And I'm just letting it happen. I don't deserve her any more than he does."
He couldn't bear to watch. He couldn't do anything. He quietly strode out of the chapel in time to hide his tears of rage.
Failure, after all, was nothing new to him.
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(+) The term "mammon" is a biblical term referring to greed for material wealth, and is usually personified as a deity.
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I'll go ahead and say it - Luna and Neville should have been a god damn item, just as surely as Draco and Ginny should have gotten together. Alas, my OTPs didn't come true. Yes, I'm a male writer with OTPs. I hereby submit my nutsack for inspection.
So, none of this got mentioned in the books, but after all that hinting towards Neville/Luna cuddliness, interviews with Rowling reveal that Neville goes on to marry suitably bland, uncharacterized Hufflepuff kid and Luna marries some jackoff that didn't even appear in the books. Phuck. That.
Rowling made Rolf Scamander up, and I made him an asshole, because I felt like writing a short "HAY YOUR MARRYING THE WRONG GUY" one-shot. I wrote this some time ago and it's been up on FFnet for a while... wow. I just checked the upload date, and it's from freaking 2007. Anyway, I'm uploading this now because an idea has been lurking in my mind for some time to do an awesome follow-up to this, in which Neville gets his balls back and goes after his beloved Luna. I've decided to start writing the follow up to give myself a little variation. I've been running an über-violent Pokemon sci-fi story called Northern Star that can be found through my profile. If you know what a Gardevoir is (and have ever wanted read about someone having sex with one {you're a fucking furry if you do [that statement is meant as irony]}), or just want to see some power-armored space marines and psychotic terrorists rip some shit up, then check it out.
The follow-up to this will be posted as a separate story, and the title I'm kicking around is "Live to Win." Bear in mind, it will be the complete opposite of this one-shot, filled with all the silliness and tomfoolery that you would expect when you put Neville and Luna in a room together. SO READ IT!
Welcome, dear readers. A more thorough background should go here, but explaining stuff here would kill the effect I'm going for. So read the story, then check out the notes at the bottom of the page.
****************************************************************************************************************
Who the hell are you to tell me
What to do, why to do, why bother
Leech in a mask of virtue
Such waste to ever think of you again
Rolf smirked at Neville from the altar. That smile, that insufferable grin, eroded at Neville's composure. How he craved to wipe it off his face. Spinelessness was Rolf's primary attribute and he worked it well - he only dared gloat about his treachery when there was no threat of reprisal. Rolf knew very well that Neville wouldn't cause a scene at a wedding - especially not her's.
Hey Judas, your Christess is my love
Hit and run, your will be done
Never sorry, never wrong
More more
more more more
Of course, Rolf made her happy. Their shared hobby of finding strange new magical creatures drew them together in the first place. Now they would have their entire lives to spend together searching the globe for wondrous new species, travelling to distant lands, with that bastard putting his hands all over her...Neville tried unsuccessfully to unclench his fists. It would be fine, she would be happy.
Hello. How are you?
Let me explain one thing.
All for her and more for me
Why is it so hard to see?
I see no sense in doing this
Not enough for me
I fuck up everything, but let me explain.
Rolf smirked not at Neville himself, but at Neville's inability to understand. So what if, while he was technically taken, he got a little on the side? It wasn't going to hurt anyone, especially if no one knew.
How embarrassing, though, it was to be caught by Neville in the bathroom fucking that wedding caterer.
Some day you shall flee,
Panting and weak
It would be still more embarrassing for Neville if he told anyone, though. The awkward kid, the tagalong since Hogwarts who had never really excelled, suddenly comes forth on the wedding day of his beautiful friend claiming the groom is disloyal? Nonsense. No one would believe him. They would shrug, say that it was because Neville had always wanted her for himself (which Neville could not deny), and that Neville had resorted to outright lies to get what he wanted. How disappointing.
All within me gone but pain and hope
Hoping that the pain would fade away
Rolf was such a great guy. Sending her flowers to cheer her up the day her father was injured in a hiking accident was such a thoughtful thing to do. Never mind that the flowers had actually been sent by Neville. Of course, Neville hated himself for not taking the credit, just as he hated himself now.
Greed, your Master Passion
I feed
The mouth that bites me
Mammon(+)
Opiate of the masses
The reek of your lies draws flies
Neville had told her only once that he didn't like Rolf. She chalked up his distrust of her boyfriend to the swarm of Nozzlewids that he had brought with him from Scandinavia. Nozzlewids cause people to feel suspicious toward their victims, don't you know? she had explained to him. She had felt suspicion toward him as well - she was no fool - but, in her naivete, she wrote it off.
Seek her
Seduce her
Tame her
Blame her
Have her
Kill her
FEAST ON IT ALL!
She entered the chapel, wearing an elegantly simple white dress. Her hair was done up, and her eyes were glowing, and never had Luna Lovegood looked so heart-breakingly perfect. Neville turned to look at Rolf, and the unmasked look of lust and greed painted on his face made Neville choke on stomach acid.
With awakening
The tears will begin
To my everlasting shame
Silence took me
"I'm letting Luna marry the wrong man just to avoid embarrassing myself," he thought. "What a coward I am. Someday, she'll realize what he is, and it will break her sweet heart. And I'm just letting it happen. I don't deserve her any more than he does."
He couldn't bear to watch. He couldn't do anything. He quietly strode out of the chapel in time to hide his tears of rage.
Failure, after all, was nothing new to him.
****************************************************************************************************************
(+) The term "mammon" is a biblical term referring to greed for material wealth, and is usually personified as a deity.
****************************************************************************************************************
I'll go ahead and say it - Luna and Neville should have been a god damn item, just as surely as Draco and Ginny should have gotten together. Alas, my OTPs didn't come true. Yes, I'm a male writer with OTPs. I hereby submit my nutsack for inspection.
So, none of this got mentioned in the books, but after all that hinting towards Neville/Luna cuddliness, interviews with Rowling reveal that Neville goes on to marry suitably bland, uncharacterized Hufflepuff kid and Luna marries some jackoff that didn't even appear in the books. Phuck. That.
Rowling made Rolf Scamander up, and I made him an asshole, because I felt like writing a short "HAY YOUR MARRYING THE WRONG GUY" one-shot. I wrote this some time ago and it's been up on FFnet for a while... wow. I just checked the upload date, and it's from freaking 2007. Anyway, I'm uploading this now because an idea has been lurking in my mind for some time to do an awesome follow-up to this, in which Neville gets his balls back and goes after his beloved Luna. I've decided to start writing the follow up to give myself a little variation. I've been running an über-violent Pokemon sci-fi story called Northern Star that can be found through my profile. If you know what a Gardevoir is (and have ever wanted read about someone having sex with one {you're a fucking furry if you do [that statement is meant as irony]}), or just want to see some power-armored space marines and psychotic terrorists rip some shit up, then check it out.
The follow-up to this will be posted as a separate story, and the title I'm kicking around is "Live to Win." Bear in mind, it will be the complete opposite of this one-shot, filled with all the silliness and tomfoolery that you would expect when you put Neville and Luna in a room together. SO READ IT!