Growing Up « Thread Started on Dec 11, 2007, 2:44pm »
Title: Growing Up Rating: E for Everyone Summary: Some years after the Second War, Filius and Pomona have just got married and they are moving from Hogwarts. Before their departure, however, she has a talk with someone who is very fond of her... Notes: Thanks to Sprinks, my beta! She's so patient though I always make the same mistakes...
The sunlight from the little windows above was growing dimmer, just like Neville's mood. He was sitting in Pomona's office, hanging his head and biting his lip.
"Why? Why now?" he whispered.
"Why not? I'm a woman, and a wife..."
"You must not go!"
Pomona and Filius looked at each other. "Darling, please, leave us alone" she said.
After her husband left the room, she sat next to her young assistant and took his hand. He tried to express his mixed-up feelings: "I'm so selfish, I know... but I've always believed..."
"That I was going to stay here forever? I have nothing more to teach you, Neville. Minerva would never allow you to take my place if she didn't trust in your abilities..."
"I'm too young! And I'll miss you, oh... you are so unfeeling! Have you ever thought you are like a mother to me?" He broke into tears, unable to speak more.
"Thought? I've always known it. And you are like a son to me, really" He closed his eyes to let those words pervade his heart. "But I must go. I'll be happy, far from those bad memories of death and war..." He would have liked to tell her that it was useless, those memories always come along with us, wherever we go... and that he needed her, and...
I must stop this. I am no longer a child.
"I cannot believe that Mid-Beds is better than Hogwarts" he said, trying to smile.
She kissed his cheek and smiled back at him. "I'll send an owl to you soon. Don't worry. I'll be happy" she said again.
He was alone in the room.
It's my office, now...
What sort of feeling was this, kicking his fear away? Awareness? Pride?
All generalizations are false, including this one. (Mark Twain)
"You're like a mother, ripe and warm, Land where my love has grown, To you, my dear Big Apple, With hope, your Little Son."
OSUSprinks Professor Professor of Herbology member is offline
I'm not the sort of woman men boast of having slept with.
Joined: May 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 2,995 Location: Ohio, USA Karma: 17
Re: Growing Up « Reply #1 on Dec 11, 2007, 3:03pm »
She'll be happy and so will he, I hope. Oh, poor Neville. He must feel like he is losing her. I just wanted to hug him. Thank you for a wonderful story, Saki!
Re: Growing Up « Reply #2 on Dec 12, 2007, 6:11pm »
Thanks. That adjective is still in my nightmares, you know. Quoth the raven: "Useless, useless...". I found it again in my attempt of translating the following chapters, and I said to myself: "No, you won't get it wrong again!"
Re: Growing Up « Reply #5 on Jan 6, 2008, 11:08pm »
Awww, you almost made me cry there. It was grand that Neville was taking her place. I also love the fact that he told her she was like a mother to him, it was very endearing.
The fact that he told himself that he was an adult now and had to act the part, I felt, was a very "Gryffindor" act on his part.
Joined: May 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 735 Location: East Coast - U.S. Karma: 12
Re: Growing Up « Reply #8 on May 14, 2009, 7:32pm »
I just popped over here to see if I could find something short and sweet to read, and I'm sooo glad I happened to click on this story. It is very sweet and it gave me the warm fuzzies, even though I felt bad for poor Neville. One does have to grow up sometime!
I'm sure, though, that they will stay in touch and see each other. I'm sure he needed someone maternal in his life, and one never really outgrows one's need or love for one's mother, even after they're gone, no matter how old . . .