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Neville exited the classroom of his so-called "Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," clutching his arm. It was badly bruised, maybe even broken, and there were cuts up and down his entire body.
With gritted teeth, he walked towards the entrance to the Room of Requirement, trying to stay off his left leg, which was also in terrible pain. He'd have them healed when Madame Promfery came for her weekly visit to help the members of Dumbledore's Army.
"Neville?" asked a voice behind him. He turned and smiled at the blonde girl from whom it had come.
"Hey, Luna," he said.
She frowned at him as they began to walk again. "What did they do to you this time?" she asked.
"Oh, the usual," Neville replied, trying to sound dismissive for Luna's sake. She hated to see him hurt, just like he hated to see her hurt. "A few cruciatus curses and some other things. Nothing new."
"Let me see," she said, trying to take hold of his injured arm.
He stepped out of her reach. "Luna, it's fine, really..."
"Let me see it," Luna said gently. She took his arm in her hands and rolled up the sleeve of his robe to reveal the mangled mess of flesh and bone. She gasped. "Oh, Neville..." she said, distraught. "Why do you keep letting them do this to you?"
"I have to," Neville replied. "Dumbledore's Army needs motivation, and if my slow demise means motivation, then so be it." Luna was silent for a long time. "Luna?" Neville asked.
"You don't need to do this alone, Neville," she said quietly.
Neville smiled a little bit. "I know," he said. He put his uninjured (or really, less injured) arm around Luna's shoulders, and they walked the rest of the way back to the Room of Requirement in silence.
