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HP – Tearing Down the Myth - H/N, H/var.
The Word of the Day is Tatterdemalion, which is just such a fucking great word that I want to pet it. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
circe_tigana has taken to writing drabbles for the WotD, which is brilliant, but I keep feeling like we should have a WotD Drabble Community so that everybody can work on improving their lexicons, because really, it's either that or get dragged into the depths of cyber babble and I'm telling you, you'll score more points with a word like sangfroid than OMGKTXBYE!!!1111!
At least with me.
Anyroad,lalejandra wanted War-verse Harry. This isn't really what I'd intended.
Harry Potter
Harry/various; Harry/Neville
Tearing Down the Myth
1.
The first time Harry attempted to snog Neville, Neville turned away, and Harry wound up with a mouthful of spiky hair coated with a fine layer of dirt instead.
Three days later, when Harry tried again, he wound up kissing the spot below Neville’s right ear, which was damp with salty-sweat, and Neville moved away before Harry could have another go.
When Harry managed to corner Neville six days after the second attempt, he demanded to know what Neville was playing at as Neville seemed to be fine with hand jobs and blowjobs, but refused all displays of intimacy.
Neville opened and closed his mouth several times, but couldn’t think of a way to voice the thought swirling in his mind.
People like him didn’t snog people like Harry Potter.
No one was ever intimate with gods.
2.
The day that war was formally declared, Neville found Harry sprawled in an armless orange chair in the Room of Requirement getting a blowjob from Seamus. There were drops of sweat beading around Harry’s hairline as he banged his head against the back of the chair, and Seamus made absolutely obscene slurping noises as he attempted to open his mouth wider and take Harry in.
The whole scene made Neville’s eyes cross and his throat went dry. He shut the door quietly and then made a great deal of noise before opening it again.
It was the first time he could remember thinking that Harry might not be as perfect as he seemed to the outside.
3.
Harry yelled a lot at the start of the war. Every conversation was full of raised voices and shouting, and Harry complaining that no one understood where he was coming from. He was the only one who had ever suffered; he was the only one who understood loss. His was the biggest load to carry and everyone else was riding on his coattails. And then Luna pointed out that Harry hadn’t even seen the Thestrals until their fifth-year, and Harry closed his mouth with a snap. It was so rare for Harry to be challenged about anything that it was clear he had no idea how to defend himself.
Neville just shook his head and went back to preparing his aloe and hydrangea salves.
Maybe now Harry would listen more and talk less.
4.
Harry drooled in his sleep and snored. He wouldn’t wash if he didn’t have to and yet was strangely appealing in a ragamuffin sort of way. He scratched his privates in front of everyone during a strategy meeting, and fell asleep on at least three occasions when Ron was attempting to explain something that was actually rather important. Once, when he had called a meeting to go over a point that nobody understood but him, he didn’t bother to show up at all, and Neville found him in the Weasley’s chicken house practicing his hexes on gnomes.
5.
Harry never talked about his scar, but he would complain that his scar ached whenever You Know Who was near. He would rub at his forehead in frustration and scowl whenever anyone approached while he was sulking in his agony. At night, he would pace around the tiny bedroom he shared with Neville, keeping Neville awake no matter how hard he tried to ignore Harry’s muttering and low-level cursing. He wouldn’t let Neville help, but he wouldn’t shut up about his suffering either.
The first time Hermione said she thought the pain had stopped after the blood-ritual during all that Triwizard Tournament business, Harry gave her the sort of look that would’ve made anyone else shrink like an oversized Shrivelfig, but she stood her ground and Harry went back to muttering under his breath.
After Ron came back from Bristol with scars spidering along his forearms and no hearing in his left ear, Harry stopped complaining all together.
He wasn’t the most damaged one anymore.
His well of sympathy had run out.
6.
The day that Draco Malfoy attempted to come to the side of the Order was one of the darkest of Neville’s life. In a warded room, Neville and Kingsley Shacklebolt attempted to restrain Harry as he worked to hex and pound Malfoy within an inch of his life. Harry accused Malfoy of everything under the sun, including being a double spy and the deaths of Ginny Weasley and Dean Thomas. It was as plain as day that Malfoy was under the thrall of some completely horrific spell, because he took whatever Harry dished out and not once did he ever tell Harry to stop.
Neville will never forget the sound of bones shifting and breaking when Harry kicked Malfoy in the head before being dragged out.
7.
The war lasted far longer than anyone could have expected. One month turned into three, and six months turned into two years, and then three and then four. Neville celebrated his eighteenth birthday in a ditch in Suffolk with Hermione and Ron, because he and Harry were having a cooling-off period, but he spent his twentieth with Harry in the rafters of a Muggle barn.
8.
The end came on a Wednesday, between 2:51 and 3:36 p.m. All the clocks had stopped so no one was really certain of the correct time in particular, and the specifics weren’t very clear until much, much later. When the dust had cleared Voldemort was gone although no one could say if he was actually dead, and a good majority of the Order were actually still alive. What Neville will remember the most though was having to push Harry out of the way because he seemed to be doing more harm than good.
Apparently the prophecy wasn’t about him at all, and perhaps what Neville had really killed was just a very persistent myth.
-end-
Improv: challenge, dirt, drops, salt, wider, orange
circe_tigana has taken to writing drabbles for the WotD, which is brilliant, but I keep feeling like we should have a WotD Drabble Community so that everybody can work on improving their lexicons, because really, it's either that or get dragged into the depths of cyber babble and I'm telling you, you'll score more points with a word like sangfroid than OMGKTXBYE!!!1111! At least with me.
Anyroad,
lalejandra wanted War-verse Harry. This isn't really what I'd intended.Harry Potter
Harry/various; Harry/Neville
1.
The first time Harry attempted to snog Neville, Neville turned away, and Harry wound up with a mouthful of spiky hair coated with a fine layer of dirt instead.
Three days later, when Harry tried again, he wound up kissing the spot below Neville’s right ear, which was damp with salty-sweat, and Neville moved away before Harry could have another go.
When Harry managed to corner Neville six days after the second attempt, he demanded to know what Neville was playing at as Neville seemed to be fine with hand jobs and blowjobs, but refused all displays of intimacy.
Neville opened and closed his mouth several times, but couldn’t think of a way to voice the thought swirling in his mind.
People like him didn’t snog people like Harry Potter.
No one was ever intimate with gods.
2.
The day that war was formally declared, Neville found Harry sprawled in an armless orange chair in the Room of Requirement getting a blowjob from Seamus. There were drops of sweat beading around Harry’s hairline as he banged his head against the back of the chair, and Seamus made absolutely obscene slurping noises as he attempted to open his mouth wider and take Harry in.
The whole scene made Neville’s eyes cross and his throat went dry. He shut the door quietly and then made a great deal of noise before opening it again.
It was the first time he could remember thinking that Harry might not be as perfect as he seemed to the outside.
3.
Harry yelled a lot at the start of the war. Every conversation was full of raised voices and shouting, and Harry complaining that no one understood where he was coming from. He was the only one who had ever suffered; he was the only one who understood loss. His was the biggest load to carry and everyone else was riding on his coattails. And then Luna pointed out that Harry hadn’t even seen the Thestrals until their fifth-year, and Harry closed his mouth with a snap. It was so rare for Harry to be challenged about anything that it was clear he had no idea how to defend himself.
Neville just shook his head and went back to preparing his aloe and hydrangea salves.
Maybe now Harry would listen more and talk less.
4.
Harry drooled in his sleep and snored. He wouldn’t wash if he didn’t have to and yet was strangely appealing in a ragamuffin sort of way. He scratched his privates in front of everyone during a strategy meeting, and fell asleep on at least three occasions when Ron was attempting to explain something that was actually rather important. Once, when he had called a meeting to go over a point that nobody understood but him, he didn’t bother to show up at all, and Neville found him in the Weasley’s chicken house practicing his hexes on gnomes.
5.
Harry never talked about his scar, but he would complain that his scar ached whenever You Know Who was near. He would rub at his forehead in frustration and scowl whenever anyone approached while he was sulking in his agony. At night, he would pace around the tiny bedroom he shared with Neville, keeping Neville awake no matter how hard he tried to ignore Harry’s muttering and low-level cursing. He wouldn’t let Neville help, but he wouldn’t shut up about his suffering either.
The first time Hermione said she thought the pain had stopped after the blood-ritual during all that Triwizard Tournament business, Harry gave her the sort of look that would’ve made anyone else shrink like an oversized Shrivelfig, but she stood her ground and Harry went back to muttering under his breath.
After Ron came back from Bristol with scars spidering along his forearms and no hearing in his left ear, Harry stopped complaining all together.
He wasn’t the most damaged one anymore.
His well of sympathy had run out.
6.
The day that Draco Malfoy attempted to come to the side of the Order was one of the darkest of Neville’s life. In a warded room, Neville and Kingsley Shacklebolt attempted to restrain Harry as he worked to hex and pound Malfoy within an inch of his life. Harry accused Malfoy of everything under the sun, including being a double spy and the deaths of Ginny Weasley and Dean Thomas. It was as plain as day that Malfoy was under the thrall of some completely horrific spell, because he took whatever Harry dished out and not once did he ever tell Harry to stop.
Neville will never forget the sound of bones shifting and breaking when Harry kicked Malfoy in the head before being dragged out.
7.
The war lasted far longer than anyone could have expected. One month turned into three, and six months turned into two years, and then three and then four. Neville celebrated his eighteenth birthday in a ditch in Suffolk with Hermione and Ron, because he and Harry were having a cooling-off period, but he spent his twentieth with Harry in the rafters of a Muggle barn.
8.
The end came on a Wednesday, between 2:51 and 3:36 p.m. All the clocks had stopped so no one was really certain of the correct time in particular, and the specifics weren’t very clear until much, much later. When the dust had cleared Voldemort was gone although no one could say if he was actually dead, and a good majority of the Order were actually still alive. What Neville will remember the most though was having to push Harry out of the way because he seemed to be doing more harm than good.
Apparently the prophecy wasn’t about him at all, and perhaps what Neville had really killed was just a very persistent myth.
-end-
Improv: challenge, dirt, drops, salt, wider, orange
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I ::heart:: you.
So far in my brief forays I've shown a predilection for snuffing Ron. I can but try to live up to the gold standard you've set.
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Go. Do it. Kill off as many primary characters as you can in a single sentence, and make it poignant and painful instead of a generalized kill.
One sentence, huh? How about two?
2. Never has a misfiring wand wreaked such havoc -- when the smoke cleared the entire Gryffindor table appeared dead. Putting down his treacle, Draco pushed back from the table; he would have to owl his mother directly.
3. Neville surveyed the battlefield with something very close to dismay, how would ever find his wand amongst all these generations of dead Slytherins and Ravenclaws.
4. Harry brought two dozen flowers, enough to put a few on each of the Weasley's graves with some left over for Hermione, and a tiny gold snitch for next to Sirius' headstone.
Re: One sentence, huh? How about two?
#1 was to placate my shippy self. Don't think I don't recognize condescension when I see it ;)
#2 made me die laughing. But it begs so many questions! :)
I love #3 because it feels exactly right -- when faced with all that death and distress, the brain goes very mundane places.
And poor Hermione in #4! Weasley leftovers again, eh, Herm?
Heeeeee.
Re: One sentence, huh? How about two?
I used to write a lot of H/D, until my first beta (
Re: One sentence, huh? How about two?
had to remember that Draco & Harry hate each other with a vicious, Slytherin-worthy passion.
I would argue that the hate is quite ANTI-Slytherin, actually. More Gryffindor in its blindness to time and place.
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Ah, no, not at all. Most Slytherins hate everone, we just tend to tolerate each other to a greater extent than we would, say a Hufflestuff or some such business. It's not really my place to say what a Gryffindork would do seeing as I only know one:
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I'm not home, but I'm checking in while I eat my pad thai and wonder what I'm doing tonight.
Maybe staying home and writing fic?
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