simply ordinary.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Neville Longbottom & Luna Lovegood (if you squint)
Prompts: 08. breathtaking reality
Word Count: 552
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Notes: Written for 500themes. Prompt table is here.
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Neville has never been particularly good at anything in his life. At best, mediocre, and at worst, the bottom of the pack, which unfortunately, is where he usually finds himself. Yet he has accepted, has never complained about the nature of his life because he is a stout believer of the saying that fate decides what happens and to who. It simply is not in his cards to be a hero like Harry, a genius like Hermione or a prat like Malfoy.
Neville has always been simply ordinary, and he has been absolutely fine with that. Next to his wonderful friends, he has been content to just be there, to partake in some of the action.
Life, however, is incapable of being predictable. Thrown into the chaos that is the final battle, Neville finds himself surrounded by the exact scenarios he’s never even dreamed of, even in the wildest of reveries. Green sparks are flying around him, mingled with the red tinges of a stupefy spell, and for a moment Neville thinks he sees Christmas. But a Death Eater clanks to the ground next to him, caught in the crossfire of two Avada Kedavras, bringing Neville back to the anarchic reality.
What to do, what to do? he thinks hurriedly, and in the confusion, manages to shoot out a spell, hitting a nearby Death Eater. Neville hardly notices, for he sees, a little ways to his left a desperate scene. Luna is there - what is she doing here? - surrounded by two Death Eaters. Neville’s mind suddenly blanks and freezes as he panics.
The next few moments seem to happen in slow motion.
Death Eater #1 raises his wand, the intent to kill clearly shrouding his person. Death Eater #2 mimics the action, and together they angle themselves in such a way that the wandless Luna is absolutely trapped. Neville’s heart freezes in his body as the realization dawns on him.
No!
Without thinking, he raises his own wand and aims it desperately at the trio. He is no genius and he is no hero, and so no save-all curse comes to mind. No charms, no spells that can alleviate the situation float to the forefronts of his brain, and so in desperation, he jabs hard in their direction, with all his feelings of loss, love and anger.
He watches in wonder as a whitish-yellow hued stream zooms towards the trio and shrouds Luna in its light. The green of the two Avadas are deflected, one refraction hitting Death Eater #1 and the other towards a marble column to the right. In the haze and confusion, another Avada streams from behind them, and Death Eater #2 falls to the ground, next to his partner. Somewhere off in the distance, Neville sees Hermione turn back to her own battle.
Neville’s wits return to him then, and he hurries to Luna’s side. The glow is just about fading from her person when he reaches her, and for a moment he loses touch with reality. With her shining hair, glowing eyes and pure aura, she looks nothing short of an angel. Neville’s breath escapes him as he takes in the vision standing so close to him. Then, she smiles at him.
“Thank you, Neville,” she says, placing a slow, chaste kiss on his cheek.
Under her touch, Neville blushes.
Characters: Neville Longbottom & Luna Lovegood (if you squint)
Prompts: 08. breathtaking reality
Word Count: 552
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Notes: Written for 500themes. Prompt table is here.
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Neville has never been particularly good at anything in his life. At best, mediocre, and at worst, the bottom of the pack, which unfortunately, is where he usually finds himself. Yet he has accepted, has never complained about the nature of his life because he is a stout believer of the saying that fate decides what happens and to who. It simply is not in his cards to be a hero like Harry, a genius like Hermione or a prat like Malfoy.
Neville has always been simply ordinary, and he has been absolutely fine with that. Next to his wonderful friends, he has been content to just be there, to partake in some of the action.
Life, however, is incapable of being predictable. Thrown into the chaos that is the final battle, Neville finds himself surrounded by the exact scenarios he’s never even dreamed of, even in the wildest of reveries. Green sparks are flying around him, mingled with the red tinges of a stupefy spell, and for a moment Neville thinks he sees Christmas. But a Death Eater clanks to the ground next to him, caught in the crossfire of two Avada Kedavras, bringing Neville back to the anarchic reality.
What to do, what to do? he thinks hurriedly, and in the confusion, manages to shoot out a spell, hitting a nearby Death Eater. Neville hardly notices, for he sees, a little ways to his left a desperate scene. Luna is there - what is she doing here? - surrounded by two Death Eaters. Neville’s mind suddenly blanks and freezes as he panics.
The next few moments seem to happen in slow motion.
Death Eater #1 raises his wand, the intent to kill clearly shrouding his person. Death Eater #2 mimics the action, and together they angle themselves in such a way that the wandless Luna is absolutely trapped. Neville’s heart freezes in his body as the realization dawns on him.
No!
Without thinking, he raises his own wand and aims it desperately at the trio. He is no genius and he is no hero, and so no save-all curse comes to mind. No charms, no spells that can alleviate the situation float to the forefronts of his brain, and so in desperation, he jabs hard in their direction, with all his feelings of loss, love and anger.
He watches in wonder as a whitish-yellow hued stream zooms towards the trio and shrouds Luna in its light. The green of the two Avadas are deflected, one refraction hitting Death Eater #1 and the other towards a marble column to the right. In the haze and confusion, another Avada streams from behind them, and Death Eater #2 falls to the ground, next to his partner. Somewhere off in the distance, Neville sees Hermione turn back to her own battle.
Neville’s wits return to him then, and he hurries to Luna’s side. The glow is just about fading from her person when he reaches her, and for a moment he loses touch with reality. With her shining hair, glowing eyes and pure aura, she looks nothing short of an angel. Neville’s breath escapes him as he takes in the vision standing so close to him. Then, she smiles at him.
“Thank you, Neville,” she says, placing a slow, chaste kiss on his cheek.
Under her touch, Neville blushes.