This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, so please review! Involves most of the characters from the books, with some new ones added.

Luna Longbottom opened the door to reveal, of all people, Draco Malfoy looking back at her.

"Oh, it's you," she said, with a tone of mild surprise. A momentary awkwardness followed, and in that moment both were sizing each other up. Malfoy looked even paler than she remembered, his white blond hair thinner and limp-looking. He was worryingly skinny, dressed in dark robes which did nothing to mask his thinness. His expression revealed nothing as to what his purpose might be in turning up at Neville and Luna's house. It had been 8 years since the Battle of Hogwarts, and 8 years since they'd seen Draco.

Luna, on the other hand, looked much the same, except for a slightly fuller look that comes after childbirth. She'd given birth to their son, John, 6 months ago. There was some stress mixed in her usual lost appearance.

"Um, I suppose you'd better come in," Luna said finally, both out of curiosity and feeling that the thin man might blow away if left out for too long.

"Thank you." Draco entered their house and looked around. He'd always thought Luna was off her rocker, but then he'd never really known her. The living room, however, showed decoration that very obviously reflected her personality.

Neville came into the room at that moment, and his jaw dropped when he saw who it was.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, almost rudely.

"I heard about your son," he began, "from Hannah," he added, seeing Neville's questioning look.

"I have no idea who Hannah is." Neville replied coolly. "If you're here to congratulate us, thank you very much. If you're here to show sympathy and understanding as to Johnny's condition, which I seriously doubt, thanks but no thanks. I think you'd better go, Malfoy."

Neville sighed, tired and bored. John had Wizard Epilepsy. Incurable.

"Wait, it's neither...I..." For the life of him, Draco couldn't imagine why he felt nervous, like he didn't belong in that house. He felt like something dirty, something that people throw out of their houses. No, he reminded himself. I mustn't go thinking like that again.

He took a deep breath.

"Hannah Maitland is a Healer at St. Mungo's. She's also my girlfriend, and she's friends with Fleur. Fleur told her about your son. And she told me."

"Ok...so?"

"So, maybe it can be cured- I've been working on a potion-"

"Malfoy, it's incurable," Neville interrupted. "I don't know what this Hannah person has been telling you, but we've taken multiple opinions. And this ridiculous story about finding cures for notoriously incurable diseases is not going to get you in our good books. Seven years of being a pain in the ass cannot be undone in a hurry, you know."

There was silence. Malfoy looked from one to the other. He was beginning to feel worthless again.

Neville frowned and stared at him. He was expecting an outburst, but none came. He had never seen Malfoy this fidgety. He remembered him as an extremely-sure-of-himself, diabolical and arrogant prat who'd made life hell for him. This Malfoy was different- nervous, ill-looking and- sad.

"He didn't give Harry away," said Luna quietly, speaking for the first time.

"Oh, come on, Lune, he was just being a coward," replied Neville, without a care in the world that he was discussing Malfoy in front of Malfoy. "He knew that if he identified wrongly, Voldemort would obliterate him."

"There was no question of that," continued Luna serenely. "He knew Harry instantly. A person knows his friends very well, and also his enemies. Oh, he recognized Harry immediately, didn't you, Draco?"

Slowly, Draco nodded. Luna went on, "And he hated Harry, I don't deny that. He wished Harry dead? Very possibly. At the hands of Voldemort? I don't think he cared about that. But he had realized that Voldemort had to be destroyed, and that Harry was the one person who could be capable of that."

She looked over at Draco, who nodded again. "I never wanted Potter dead, either," he added in a small voice.

"So you say," said Neville nastily, determined to hate Malfoy's guts.

"And do not forget for one moment, Neville Longbottom," added Luna in a louder voice, "that had Draco not delayed the summoning of Voldemort, your wife would probably not have been here. So I think it's only fair that we at least listen to what he has to say."

That shut Neville up. "Fine," he muttered.

"Sit down," Luna directed Malfoy onto a couch, and summoned tea and biscuits from the kitchen. Malfoy wanted to bolt, but he sat down. He wanted to say what he wanted to say.

"About a month ago, Hannah told me all about John's epilepsy…"

"What type of Healer is Hannah, anyway?" Neville asked.

"Psychology."

Neville snorted. "Here we go. What can a psych healer know about epilepsy? Fleur is the correct Healer for him. She knows his case, and we're managing the seizures."

"Let him speak, Nev, and it's rude to interrupt, which is all you've been doing. All Draco wants to do right now is flee from here, but he's trying hard to tell us something. You should let him," said Luna brightly.

"Well, er," said Draco, realizing suddenly that Luna was exactly as she was described, "Hannah was merely repeating what Fleur had told her. Look, I work at the Apothecary in Diagon Alley- you know- I make potions. I've been working on medicinal potions for a while now, and after hearing about your son, I started trying to figure something out for the condition."

"Why?" asked Luna.

"Huh?"

"Why would you want to help us?" repeated Luna, with genuine interest. Neville leaned forward.

"Well- I just- figured…"

"Are you trying to be nice?" Neville couldn't resist himself. "Got all lonely, did we, after the war? With your cronies all dead and your father locked up in Azkaban, which he so deserves, you had no one left to feed your huge ego, did you? Whatever the reason, Malfoy, it doesn't suit you at all. It's just plain weird."

"Neville!" gasped Luna, shocked. Neville himself could not understand where the anger was coming from. Perhaps it was all the buried hurt from being bullied by the other boy in school, rising to the surface. He ruthlessly went on.

"No, Luna- I'm sorry, but I can't stand the sight of him! I think he's got an ulterior motive for this façade of wanting to help Johnny. 7 years of bullshit from this guy, 8 years of hiding, and now he suddenly appears on our doorstep with a cure for Wizard Epilepsy? And this crackpot story about healer Hannah- his girlfriend? Who'd want to be your girlfriend, anyway? Unless she's some sick and twisted person as well...Look, Malfoy, we do not need your help. Is that clear? For all I know you might just poison our kid with this supposed cure. He is suffering enough, as it is. You tormented me enough at Hogwarts; I will not let you within 50 feet of my son, my wife, or my house. So now you're within that 50 feet, get out."

The temperature in the room dropped several degrees. Neville's words kept thundering on repeat in Malfoy's head. He ought to feel angry, or insulted, shouldn't he? But he didn't. I should defend Hannah…he insulted her, I should be angry at that…he kept telling himself, but he didn't feel anything at all.

"Move it, Draco Malfoy, or I'll get the Ministry here on you. They'd be very pleased to get you, I suppose. Wonder why they didn't chuck you in Azkaban as well. You'd be with your daddy," spat Neville.

Malfoy paled even further, if that were possible. Luna was alarmed, looking between him and her husband, wanting to help, but she feared a fight could break out any second- a one sided fight, judging from the state of Malfoy.

He didn't seem able to move, but after a minute Malfoy rose, noiselessly went through the doorway, and disapparated from the gate.

For about five minutes after he left, no one spoke. Then Neville looked at Luna and said in a small voice, "I just don't trust him, Lune."

Luna nodded. She understood Neville's need to apologize; to solidify it in words so that he could excuse his own behavior which was extremely unlike his sweet and humble nature.

"I know," she replied softly, trying to soothe the frustration out of him.

Later, in bed, Luna couldn't resist bringing it up again. "Nev, do you really think all that he said was a lie?"

Neville sighed. "I honestly don't know. But you've got to admit, it's just strange that he should suddenly turn up wanting to help us after 8 years."

"Yes," agreed Luna, sounding thoughtful. "Where- what do you think he's been doing all this time? It can't have been easy for him after the war."

Sleepy now, Neville gave a small shrug. "I suppose..." his voice trailed off. Somewhere buried under all the animosity he felt towards Malfoy, his suspicion at Malfoy's sudden appearance and an uncharacteristic desire to help, Neville found hope- hope that Malfoy was speaking the truth, that he had actually invented something that could improve Johnny's life.

So, what do you think? Do let me know; I'd appreciate it! Next chapter coming soon.