Not you too... - Neville LongbottomXSister!Reader
Hi! So... it’s been a while, but I’ve been extremely busy with school work and... well to be honest that’s my only excuse XD Anyhow, with maths and physics exams out of the way, it’s finally time for a new uplifting story.
1: I don’t own any of the gifs used, nor any already established characters, so credit to the authors and original creators - You have done a phenomenal job :)
2: English is not my native language, as I was born and raised in Sweden. I have, however, studied English for almost a decade, so I don’t think it’ll be a problem, I just thought I’d let you know ;)
Warnings: Torture, The Cruciatus Curse, The Carrows, Light swearing, Extreme angst
You probably already know this, but still XD
“Well, well, well… What do we have here?!”
The frightened first-year trembled and tried to back away.
“I...I.. I was just on my way to the Ravenclaw com…”
Alecto grabbed his jumper and pinned him to the wall.
“Oh I don’t think so! This isn’t the first time we’ve caught you wandering around, Matthews, and I’m afraid we can’t let you get away with it…”
Amycus pulled out his wand and pointed it at the young boy’s throat.
A furious sixth year (Y/H) sprinted through the corridor, her right hand clutched around her wand.
“Leave him alone! He’s eleven!? And has done nothing wrong! Levicorpus!”
Amycus was hoisted into the air by his ankle as the older student carefully approached the younger.
But before even getting a chance to comfort the boy, the tip of a wand was pressed forcefully against her throat. The young Ravenclaw knew better than to stick around, especially when Alecto Carrow disarmed his saviour and pushed her against the wall.
“Longbottom… No bloody surprise there, c’mon!”
Amycus was back on his feet and, sadly, a fight between one wandless sixteen year old and two death eaters could barely even be called a fight. The Carrows grabbed an arm each, and made their way towards the dungeons.
Neville was, despite the gloomy atmosphere, in high spirits. It was Friday, his last class of the day had been herbology, and he hadn’t received detention a single time that week. He entered the common room and sat down on the sofa with a copy of A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions. Later that night, Ginny Weasley and Seamus Finnigan climbed through the portrait hole and approached him slowly.
“Hey!”, he said, “Everything good?”
“Neville… Where’s (Y/N)? Is she okay?”
Neville frowned, “Wha.. Why shouldn’t she be? Where is she anyways, I thought she was with you?!”
“Neville…”, Seamus began, putting a hand on his shoulder, “She-”
“She ran into the Carrows.... They were threatening some Ravenclaw first-year and she interfered before she could help herself.”
Neville felt his blood run cold.
“So? What did they do? Where is she?”
“I don’t know, we thought she would be back by now… We… we thought she was with you.”
Neville closed his book, not bothering to look for a bookmark, and left without a word. He didn’t dare to think about what could have happened to his sister, but he knew that he had to find her. Making his way through the corridors, he kept trying to tell himself that she was fine. That she was okay. That he would find her unharmed. Deep down, he knew it was highly improbable, but one can hope, right?
A thick, bloodstained rope wrapped itself tightly around her wrists and ankles, effectively preventing any movements or attempts to escape.
“You, Longbottom - you and your ‘good-for-nothing’ brother have had your fun. I think it’s about time we teach you a little lesson.”
She sent the professor an angry glare. “So you’re finally going to start then?”
“Well, you are our teachers after all. One would think you would have planned on teaching us stuff from the beginning - it is your bloody job - but I’m glad you finally wanna give it a go…”
With a furious look on his face, Amycus grabbed (Y/N)’s jumper and threw her violently to the floor. He charged and delivered a rough, well placed kick to her cheek before pulling out his wand.
“You really are a stupid little blood traitor, aren’t you? Do you honestly believe you’ll get out of here unharmed?”
“That kick was rather nasty so no, I think it’s too la…”
Her response was interrupted by a swift wand movement followed by a single word.
(Y/N) let out an ear piercing scream and began shaking violently. It wasn’t unexpected, yet she had feared this moment her entire life, and the realization that the time had finally arrived was just as horrifying as the pain itself.
“Maybe that’ll teach you something. Then again, your family never were the brightest of our kind, were they? Not even this lovely curse got the message across so… perhaps a few more times would suffice!”
The death eaters smirked evilly.
Hours later the torture momentarily ceased, and (Y/N)’s pained screams had drifted further and further towards what most would call hoarse whimpering. She was shaking, struggled to breathe, and no longer fully capable of taking in all that happened around her.
“Well, well, well… looking rather shaken, Longbottom. Had enough yet? What do you reckon, sister?”
Alecto looked down at the trembling sixteen year old with disgust.
“It does seem like the message has sunken in… But don’t you, dearest brother, feel like we should grant her some more… long lasting evidence of what she went through? Something more... physical?”
“What a splendid suggestion! Will you do me the honours?”
She pulled a small dagger from her cloak, though (Y/N) had by the time almost passed out and lacked the strength to turn around and look. The girl lay motionless on the cold floor as her teacher grabbed her (Y/H) robes and threw them roughly into a messy pile. Alecto rested her hand on (Y/N)’s collarbone, and repeatedly pierced her delicate skin.
A couple of minutes later, the siblings stood back to admire their work and muttered sectumsempra before finally leaving and locking the door behind them.
(Y/N) still didn’t react, but was moments later resting in a puddle of her own thick, red, hot blood.
As soon as Neville laid eyes on his sister, he ran up to her and pulled her into his arms. The word ‘traitor’ written across her neck caused him to look away for a moment, but he held her close. She was unconscious and her breathing was very shallow, but there was no doubt about it - she was alive!
“(Y/N), please wake up for me. Please”
She was barely bleeding anymore, but had lost copious amounts of blood and was in need of immediate medical care.
“Neville, we’ve got to bring her up to the Room of Requirement.”
“But she needs healing!?”
“Yes, but it’s not safe here. They might return, c’mon.”
He bent down and untied the ropes before picking her up. Seamus brought the cloak and they left the dungeons hoping that they, for the love of Merlin, would make it without getting caught.
“Nev… just saying… don’t know… she’ll… what they did!”
“That doesn’t mean I’m gonna give up!?”
At first it was all incoherent, but eventually she started to pick up full sentences. The pain did however return as soon as she woke up, and she groaned slightly, causing the conversation to die out.
Her brother was by her side in an instant.
“(Y/N/N)!? How… I.. Are you okay? Here, let me help you!”
He reached out to help her into a sitting position, but she flinched and moved away from his touch. This reaction caused his heart to completely shatter, and he raised his hands in surrender as a few tears left his eyes.
“(Y/N/N)”, he muttered carefully, “it’s just me. I’m not going to hurt you, I could never…”
She looked back at him, eyes filled with dread and an uncertainty completely unlike anything he had ever seen before.
“C’mon , (Y/N/N)”, Seamus said as he put a hand on her shoulder, “‘tis just us.”
This move, though a very gentle one, caused her to quickly withdraw further as her breath quickened.
“Shut up Seamus”, said Ginny angrily, pulling their Irish friend away as Neville sat down on his knees. He was careful not to touch his sister - the thought of him scaring her being far too much for him to handle - and then placed his wand on a table a few feet away.
“(Y/N/N)”, he said, once again holding his hands up in surrender, “I won’t hurt you, okay, just… do you know where you are?”
She didn’t respond, but did however look less terrified than before. Deep inside, Neville realized that (Y/N) calming down should make him feel better, but there was something about her that gave him the creeps… There was something uncomfortably familiar about her posture, the nervous shifting and the way she seemed to be staring into nothing, yet he found himself unable to put his finger on it.
Then it hit him. He immediately understood who she reminded him of:
He closed his eyes tightly and shuddered at the thought. It-it wasn’t possible! It couldn’t be...Neville Longbottom had never been so afraid in his life, but he knew what he had to do. He had to ask. He had to know.
“(Y/N/N)?”, he repeated softly, “(Y/N/N), do you know who I am?”
Not receiving an immediate response worried him, but he gave it the benefit of the doubt - Maybe she just needed some time?
That’s when it burst. Neville broke down completely. He put his head in his hands and let the tears flow freely, having absolutely no desire to stop them.
“No…”, he stuttered, “No, no, no...not... not you too…”
