Wounded
Neville always came back bloody from his detentions with the Carrows. Even when they got other students to practice the Cruciatus curse, or joined in themselves in the 'fun', there was always a moment someone used some kind of lashing or cutting spell, adding another scar to the long list that Neville now sported.
All students coming back from detentions were of course forbidden to ask Mrs. Pomfrey for help, but that didn't stop the nurse from leaving behind all types of balms or Potions she thought they might need.
It wasn't ideal, and everyone knew that the Carrows only turned a blind eye to it because it meant that their victims didn't collapse halfway through their detentions, but it had to do.
In the DA, they took turns to take care of each other, bandaging open wounds or distributing the pain relievers they always got in bulk.
Ginny though, she always was the one to care for Neville. No one knew quite how or when it had started, but by the end of the first month of classes, everyone knew that when the Gryffindor boy was hurt, the youngest Weasley would help him out soon enough.
Ginny had the worst bedside manner though. She always berated Neville for his wounds – "Why can't you try to be more discreet for once? We need everyone to be at their best Neville, we can't afford to-to lose anyone," she'd yell at him – and wrapped his bandages more tightly than they had to (some kind of passive-aggressive revenge for worrying her, Neville knew), but she still was ready for him every time.
Just as he was ready for her when the Carrows figured out, as they always did, that the latest streak of embarrassing and borderline harmful events that had happened to them came from the youngest Weasley.
Sometimes, Luna joined them too, but more often than that it was just the two of them, two brave souls in wounded bodies, trying their best to get better.