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KellyBear · 09-24-2009, 08:50 PM

That afternoon, he met Hannah at the rear of the greenhouse. Each of them carried a small rucksack filled with fireworks, explosives, and rolls of self-igniting wire. Ernie was already setting up the tubes from which the explosives would be shot.

"Aren't we worried someone will find them?" Hannah asked.

"Ginny has already taken care of that. They should melt away right after the explosives are fired. All that'll be left is a greasy black smudge." said Ernie, checking his calculations.

"Alright, let's do this." Neville dumped out his rucksack and began loading the tubes while Hannah set up the wires.

"I'm done," said Ernie, gathering up his things.

"You go on, we'll be right behind you." said Neville, without looking up.

Ernie ducked down and rounded the corner of the greenhouse, leaving Neville alone with Hannah.

Neville finished loading the tubes and stood back to watch Hannah. The bruises on her cheek were beginning to fade, and a faint blush of excitement shone through, a pale rose blooming against newly fallen snow. She looked so delicate kneeling there and he felt as though he had failed her.

"Hannah," he began, and blushed when she looked up and her eyes met his. "I, um...I'm sorry."

Hannah gave him a puzzled look and his hand went to his own cheek. Understanding dawned and she gave him a lopsided smile that tried to hide a small grimace of pain, as her hand went to her own face. Neville winced.

"I must look awful." she said a little ruefully.

Fury whipped up inside him with such ferocity that for a moment he couldn't breathe for it. He turned away so that she would not see, and forced himself to unclench his fists.

He took several ragged breaths, trying to control the his emotions. At first, he wanted to lash out at the Carrows, but then he felt all the rage, all the frustration he felt coalesce into something cold within him. The volcanic fury met cold hatred and solidified.

He felt oddly calm. No longer were his emotions out of control, raging within him. He understood now. It was no longer enough to strike at the dogs when it was their master who commanded them. Snape must pay, would pay. An involuntary shudder of his old fear shook him, but he pushed it down contemptuously.

"Neville?" Hannah was at his elbow. "I'm ready. We should be getting back."

Neville turned toward her, his face a harsh mask mirroring the emotions within him. Hannah gasped and took a step back. Neville smoothed his face into a smile and reached for her sack.

"I'm ready, too. Let's go."

Hannah looked at him a little uncertainly, but seemed to make up her mind that what she had seen had been a trick of the light. She gave him her sack and they started back for the castle.

An: I am a Gryffindor, so of course, I must balance romance with adventure, drama and acts of bravery. As my True Heart says, moderation in all things.

But there is more of all of them to come....

Ottylove: Thank you. For Everything.

Welcome, Lissy, I hope you enjoy.

09-24-2009, 08:50 PM	#95 (permalink)
KellyBear Comet aka Fred K/O Fred's Last Laugh Puffskein Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: ♥Lovin' Ottery Posts: 2,252 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nynevah de Wynter	Getting Ready Ottery's Editor-In-Chief Resident Heartbreaker That afternoon, he met Hannah at the rear of the greenhouse. Each of them carried a small rucksack filled with fireworks, explosives, and rolls of self-igniting wire. Ernie was already setting up the tubes from which the explosives would be shot. "Aren't we worried someone will find them?" Hannah asked. "Ginny has already taken care of that. They should melt away right after the explosives are fired. All that'll be left is a greasy black smudge." said Ernie, checking his calculations. "Alright, let's do this." Neville dumped out his rucksack and began loading the tubes while Hannah set up the wires. "I'm done," said Ernie, gathering up his things. "You go on, we'll be right behind you." said Neville, without looking up. Ernie ducked down and rounded the corner of the greenhouse, leaving Neville alone with Hannah. Neville finished loading the tubes and stood back to watch Hannah. The bruises on her cheek were beginning to fade, and a faint blush of excitement shone through, a pale rose blooming against newly fallen snow. She looked so delicate kneeling there and he felt as though he had failed her. "Hannah," he began, and blushed when she looked up and her eyes met his. "I, um...I'm sorry." Hannah gave him a puzzled look and his hand went to his own cheek. Understanding dawned and she gave him a lopsided smile that tried to hide a small grimace of pain, as her hand went to her own face. Neville winced. "I must look awful." she said a little ruefully. Fury whipped up inside him with such ferocity that for a moment he couldn't breathe for it. He turned away so that she would not see, and forced himself to unclench his fists. He took several ragged breaths, trying to control the his emotions. At first, he wanted to lash out at the Carrows, but then he felt all the rage, all the frustration he felt coalesce into something cold within him. The volcanic fury met cold hatred and solidified. He felt oddly calm. No longer were his emotions out of control, raging within him. He understood now. It was no longer enough to strike at the dogs when it was their master who commanded them. Snape must pay, would pay. An involuntary shudder of his old fear shook him, but he pushed it down contemptuously. "Neville?" Hannah was at his elbow. "I'm ready. We should be getting back." Neville turned toward her, his face a harsh mask mirroring the emotions within him. Hannah gasped and took a step back. Neville smoothed his face into a smile and reached for her sack. "I'm ready, too. Let's go." Hannah looked at him a little uncertainly, but seemed to make up her mind that what she had seen had been a trick of the light. She gave him her sack and they started back for the castle. An: I am a Gryffindor, so of course, I must balance romance with adventure, drama and acts of bravery. As my True Heart says, moderation in all things. But there is more of all of them to come.... Ottylove: Thank you. For Everything. Welcome, Lissy, I hope you enjoy. __________________ Your flavour is strawberry. You're a sweet person and a Gryffindor at heart. You see risks and know they are just another part of life. You are loyal and hold your loved ones close, their happiness is your prize. ♥