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100quills teenyfic: A Time to Grieve
This started out as my response to the current prompt "Prophecy" over at neville100. It grew, and "prophecy" just didn't work with it, so I fit it into my 100quills table, instead.
Title: A Time to Grieve
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angela_snape
Pairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 185
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: 32: Dream
Warning(s): Highlight to read * major character death *
Disclaimer Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.
Neville awoke with a start, gasping for breath, sitting bolt upright in the bed. Bill rolled over towards him, throwing his arms around Neville's waist, pulling him close.
“Another bad dream, love?” Bill asked, his voice low and sleep-rough.
Neville nodded, too tense to speak. The nightmare had been a regular occurrence since Harry's funeral a fortnight ago.
“The same one again?”
Another nod. Bill stroked Neville's forehead, murmuring sweet nothings to comfort him. He shifted on the bed, sitting behind the younger man and pulling him into the vee of his thighs.
Bill knew that his husband just needed some more time to come to terms with Harry's death, so he could stop reliving the tragic accident which he'd survived, and the Boy Who Lived had not.
“It wasn't your fault.”
“But-”
“It wasn't your fault, Neville. You were lucky to get out alive. I was lucky you got out alive.”
With a huge, shuddering sigh, Neville finally relaxed against Bill's bare chest. His shoulders shook with the sobs he'd been holding in; finally he allowed himself to weep for his lost friend.
neville100. It grew, and "prophecy" just didn't work with it, so I fit it into my 100quills table, instead.Title: A Time to Grieve
Author:
angela_snapePairing: Bill/Neville
Word Count: 185
Rating: PG
Prompt Set: 50.3
Prompt: 32: Dream
Warning(s): Highlight to read * major character death *
Disclaimer Belongs to JKR, not me. Just for fun.
Neville awoke with a start, gasping for breath, sitting bolt upright in the bed. Bill rolled over towards him, throwing his arms around Neville's waist, pulling him close.
“Another bad dream, love?” Bill asked, his voice low and sleep-rough.
Neville nodded, too tense to speak. The nightmare had been a regular occurrence since Harry's funeral a fortnight ago.
“The same one again?”
Another nod. Bill stroked Neville's forehead, murmuring sweet nothings to comfort him. He shifted on the bed, sitting behind the younger man and pulling him into the vee of his thighs.
Bill knew that his husband just needed some more time to come to terms with Harry's death, so he could stop reliving the tragic accident which he'd survived, and the Boy Who Lived had not.
“It wasn't your fault.”
“But-”
“It wasn't your fault, Neville. You were lucky to get out alive. I was lucky you got out alive.”
With a huge, shuddering sigh, Neville finally relaxed against Bill's bare chest. His shoulders shook with the sobs he'd been holding in; finally he allowed himself to weep for his lost friend.
But now I really want to know what happened?! There is huge backstory here...
Thanks, hon!