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Longbottom	By : calmchick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 16989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Neville looked at the staff table in worry. He had not seen Professor Moody in private since their last encounter.

A dreamy look suddenly appeared over his face. Alaster was the first person that Neville had ever kissed. He blushed, remembering the warm lips pressed against his. A giddy feeling suddenly came over him as he thought of the man.

Which was all the time.

He thought about him when he got up, while he was in the shower, and even before he went to bed.

He stopped calling him Moody, he was Alaster now.

Besides Alaster called him by his first name, why should he do the same?

He looked up at the at the staff table in worry, noting that Alaster was not at the head table.

He couldn't help but feel worry, wondering if Alaster was sick?

He couldn't think of any other explanation as to why he was not at dinner.

Suddenly he didn't feel so hunry anymore. Just then Hermione reached over and placed her hand over his, a worried look appearing on her face.

Nevy, what's wrong?" she asked him.

"I'm not feeling well that's all," he told her.

"Maybe you should go see Madame Pom..." before she could even finish her sentence the door to the great hall suddenly few open. Everyone turned to see Alaster walk into the great hall, his fake eye honing in on two people, Harry Potter and Neville longbottom. In his hand was a long walking stick, he gripped onto it tightly taking a few more steps.

Neville almost jumped in joy, who wanted to run over to Alaster and kiss him.

He froze, noting that Alaster was looking straight at him, who was glaring at him.

Barty had been looking forward to seeing Neville. He grew angry watching the mudblood whore hang all over his Neville. Who did she think she was? Who gave her permission to touch his Neville? Barty clenched his teeth forcing himself not to go over and hex the tramp into oblivion.

Taking a quick swig of the firewhiskey he had in his flask, he turned and left the great hall. Leaving in his wake, confused staff members and a hurt Neville.

Neville couldn't help but feel confused, what had he done? He searched his mind at possible reasons for Alaster being mad at him. he couldn't think of nothing. His eyes started to fill up with tears, he then began to scold himself. Stop that, stop acting like some love-sick puppy.

Trying to force the ex-Auror from his thought's he then picked up the Daily Prophet.

There was a huge article on the events that happened during the second Task. His chest filled with pride, knowing that he was partially responsible for Harry getting through it.

Ironically, though, it had been one of Alaster books that had helped him.

"Neville," he looked up to see Harry looming over him, looking at him kindly.

Dumbledore wants to see us both," Neville frowned in confusion, wondering why Dumbledore would want to see him of people.

Harry noticed Neville's confusion and gave him a reasuring smile. "I'm sure whatever it is it's nothing bad. He probably wants to talk about the second task."

Neville smiled and headed with Harry down to the headmaster's office. They heard voices coming from Dumbledore's office. Neville immediately recognized Alastor's voice.

The door opened and there he stood looking at them both.

Neville blushed as he and Harry stepped into the office. Inside was Minister Fudge, who started to talk with Harry. Neville who was used to being ignored turned and looked at Alaster only to find the man's eyes already on him.

They stared at each other for a moment.

He flushed as he noticed Alaster's eyes trail down to his lips. He came out of his daze to notice that the Minister and Dumbledore where heading towards the door.

Alaster got up as well, standing in front of Neville he handed him a piece of parchment.

Harry looking at the parchment, "What's that?" "Homework," said Neville, putting the parchment quickly in his pocket. "I heard Dumbledore say something about candy." Neville quickly changed the subject. "Yeah. There is some licorice in the jar".

"Be careful Harry!" Neville warned but it was too late. Harry grabbed up a handful of the candy. He dropped them as one of the black licorice bit his hand.

Both Harry and Neville ran to pick up the candies. Harry's foot hit something. Both gasped as they watched a door open. Harry eyes were wide.

"What is it?" "It's a pensive, my gran has one. She puts memories of things that she does not want to forget into it." Neville almost told Harry that she had a pensive filled with memories of his parents but he stopped.

He did not want Harry or anyone else knowing about them. Suddenly he watched in horror as Harry leaned in and fell into the pensive. Taking a deep breath he went in after Harry. He landed besides Harry who was sitting next to Dumbledore.

Harry looked at Neville. "Where are we?" Neville looked around. "It looks like where in a court room." Neville suddenly spotted Alaster. He was younger looking and his hair seemed tamer.

Neville breath quickened suddenly feeling safe. Neville recognized Karkaroff, who was in a cage. As he watched, Neville realized that Karkaroff was a death eater.

He noticed that Karkaroff was desperately saying different names, but getting no reaction from the Ministry.

Neville heard Snape's name and felt sick. Why was a former death eater teaching at Hogwarts? Dumbledore must be mad.

Then all the sudden Karkaroff named a particular name that made him froze. "Give me the retched name," shouted Mr. Crouch.

"The death eater who tortured Auror Frank Longbottom and his wife is Barty Crouch," Karkaroff roared. Gasps could be heard throughout the courtroom.

People glanced over Barty Crouch Sr, who wore a stricken look on his face. "Jr," Karkaroff said with a smug look on his face.

Neville felt his face flush as he lowered his head to avoid seeing Harry's reaction.

However, he did notice a young man getting out of his seat. He was young and looked to be in his 20's. He was very handsome. For some strange reason Neville felt like he knew him, which was crazy. How would I know a sadistic death eater scum like him?

He watched as Barty Jr. take off running. He saw Alaster flick his wand, sending Barty Crouch flying into a large pile of papers.

A warm feeling filled Neville's heart. He knew at that moment that he was in love with Alaster Moody. Taking out the parchment from his pocket, he unfolded it.

Neville, Meet me in my office after curfew

Yours, Moody
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