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The Longbottom family.

Story Title - Together Again.

Augusta straightened Neville's shirt, making sure it was tucked in, and carefully fixed his hair. She stepped back, deciding he was suitably decent, before leading him to a set of doors and opening them.

The Healer spotted them immediately, but didn't come over. They both knew the question that Augusta would ask, and the answer the Healer would give would be the same as they had been for the last five years. Instead they walked through the ward, heading over to a couple of beds towards the end, Neville's hand clasped tightly in his Grandmothers.

The moment his eyes fell on the petite woman, his face lit up, and he pulled his hand away. He rushed over to her, his arms thrown around her waist. "Mummy," he said, happily, as the woman stared, bewildered, down at him. Her hand reached and brushed his hair slightly, before pulling back, as though she was uncertain why she had done that, but Neville didn't care that her touch was hesitant, nor did he believe that she didn't know him.

He held tightly until his Grandmother cleared her throat. Quickly he turned around, his eyes seeking out his father, who was watching them uncertainly. Neville rushed quickly over to him, and Frank found himself receiving the same hug.

"Daddy, I've missed you. I did my first magic today," the small boy informed him. "I made a plant grow."

The man stood still, allowing the arms to stay around him. Some of the Healers would say that he didn't feel anything, but Neville knew different. He had seen some of the other patients push people away, scared by the contact, but his parents always held still for him to hug them. They might not be well, and might not be able to hug back, but Neville knew deep down that they could feel his hugs, and that they knew who he was.

They just didn't know how to show it anymore.

He pulled a drawing from his pocket. Grandmother had cried when she saw it, and she had hugged him tightly. Neville didn't quite understand her tears, as his Grandmother rarely cried. He hoped that the tears over the picture were good, the same way her eyes watered when she looked at pictures of his parents.

He walked over to the wall, and carefully stuck the picture up.

One day he hoped they would be like the family in the picture. Together again.

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When Augusta tucked him into his bed that night, he looked at the picture of his parents and smiled, bringing the picture to his lips.

"Goodnight mummy, goodnight daddy," he whispered, pulling back and watching his parents both lean down and kiss the baby in his mum's arms. His Grandmother's lips found his cheek, and his eyes moved to hers. "Goodnight Gran," he said.

"Goodnight my darling," she whispered, her eyes filled with tears as they did every night he said goodnight to the photograph, before watching him lay down to sleep, the picture by his side.

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Competitions/Challenges:

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Herbology Class - Write a fic where most of the story takes place in; the Hospital Wing, St. Mungos or a Muggle hospital.

Fanfiction Scavenger Hunt - A family fic

The Birthday Challenge/Competition - February Latin - Write about a young person.