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Title: The Fight Ahead
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Pairings: Implied Neville Longbottom/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Professor Sprout dispenses some advice.
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hogwarts365's Prompt 36.
“Well, that’s just the way of it, I’m afraid. The caterpillar does all the work, but the butterfly gets all the publicity.”
Mister Longbottom paused slightly. His hands were covered in mud and scratches, but the Shrivelfig bush looked quite content in its new pot – well planted too, she noted with pride. The boy had talent, alright.
I don’t mind, really,” he said. “Being in the background. I mean, I know I killed part of his soul, and I’m proud of that. I am. And I didn’t do all of the work. There were others too, and…” He sighed and shook his head, breaking off before he could finish the sentence which would prove – once and for all – that he was the life-long caterpillar type.
“But?” she prompted, following him down the bench to his next task. A seed tray full of Bubotuber seedlings, which needed repotting: a delicate task, if you didn’t want them to explode.
“I wish they’d leave him alone,” Longbottom said quietly. “The press. The girls.” A blush rose in his cheeks, highlighting one of the scars left by the Carrows. “He’s miserable.”
“Mister Potter is a hero, I’m afraid. They’ll follow him to the ends of the earth for the rest of his life, regardless of how much he wants anonymity.” She felt for the boy, she really did. Potter was a good lad. A bit brash, a bit too rough around the edges; fairly decent in Herbology, though, and with the kind of mind set that let him sink into her subject without a fuss (albeit no real passion either).
She took a deep breath. “And, you know, it’s something that you’re going to have to learn to live with as well.”
His blush darkened, and she knew she’d guessed right. Longbottom had one hell of a task ahead of him, and she wasn’t talking about the Bubotubers. If he wanted Potter – and it was looking like he did – then he was in for a real fight.
Good thing he was the caterpillar type, then.
“I know, Professor Sprout,” he said, and he sounded like a warrior instead of a school boy. She smiled proudly. He’d be absolutely fine.
Author: Evandar
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Pairings: Implied Neville Longbottom/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Professor Sprout dispenses some advice.
Author's Notes: This was written for
hogwarts365's Prompt 36.“Well, that’s just the way of it, I’m afraid. The caterpillar does all the work, but the butterfly gets all the publicity.”
Mister Longbottom paused slightly. His hands were covered in mud and scratches, but the Shrivelfig bush looked quite content in its new pot – well planted too, she noted with pride. The boy had talent, alright.
I don’t mind, really,” he said. “Being in the background. I mean, I know I killed part of his soul, and I’m proud of that. I am. And I didn’t do all of the work. There were others too, and…” He sighed and shook his head, breaking off before he could finish the sentence which would prove – once and for all – that he was the life-long caterpillar type.
“But?” she prompted, following him down the bench to his next task. A seed tray full of Bubotuber seedlings, which needed repotting: a delicate task, if you didn’t want them to explode.
“I wish they’d leave him alone,” Longbottom said quietly. “The press. The girls.” A blush rose in his cheeks, highlighting one of the scars left by the Carrows. “He’s miserable.”
“Mister Potter is a hero, I’m afraid. They’ll follow him to the ends of the earth for the rest of his life, regardless of how much he wants anonymity.” She felt for the boy, she really did. Potter was a good lad. A bit brash, a bit too rough around the edges; fairly decent in Herbology, though, and with the kind of mind set that let him sink into her subject without a fuss (albeit no real passion either).
She took a deep breath. “And, you know, it’s something that you’re going to have to learn to live with as well.”
His blush darkened, and she knew she’d guessed right. Longbottom had one hell of a task ahead of him, and she wasn’t talking about the Bubotubers. If he wanted Potter – and it was looking like he did – then he was in for a real fight.
Good thing he was the caterpillar type, then.
“I know, Professor Sprout,” he said, and he sounded like a warrior instead of a school boy. She smiled proudly. He’d be absolutely fine.
