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Warnings: Language, AU, Non-cannon, OOC, mentions of mpreg, slash

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Chapter Eleven

"What'd you see?" asked Hermione the minute he came back from his vision. Hadrian blinked, still feeling the mans' fingers on his skin and his breath against his ear. He didn't like those feelings nor the mans' intentions.

"Hadrian?" whispered Luna softly, her eccentric façade vanishing the second Hadrian became unresponsive.

Hadrian didn't speak. He blinked numbly.

"He's going into shock over what he saw," Hermione stated as-matter-of-factly. Her eyes glowed with concern. "Someone needs to get the Headmaster, his father, and Madame Pomfrey. Better yet, we need to take him to the Hospital Wing." Hermione spoke at a fast speed to the point that her words were slurring together. Ron and Hadrian knew that she only did this when she was being a "mother hen" in regards to the people she loves.

"I think you need to sit down," Luna murmured to her.

"I'll carry him to the Hospital Wing," Ron offered before walking forward and picking Hadrian up effortlessly. Ron walked out of the room with Hadrian and Luna and Hermione scurried after him. As they walked, students passing by gave them curious looks and whispers soon fluttered through the halls.

By the time they entered the Hospital Wing, Madame Pomfrey was already waiting for them along with Lord Voldemort and Severus Snape. "What happened?" Severus demanded once Ron laid Hadrian down on the bed, and Madame Pomfrey began to cast a flurry of spells.

"He's in shock," Ron explained. "He had a vision and when he came out, he went into shock. We don't know what he saw."

The two men cast Hadrian a worried glance, but Hadrian blinked blankly. Hermione and Ron gave each other looks. This wasn't the first time Hadrian had went into a shock such as this.

"Give him an hour, the least," Hermione said soflty. "He'll come around by then."

"He's gone into a shock like this before?" questioned the matron.

Hermione and Ron nodded. "Yeah," Ron said. "During – well, after Nightingale fell, and once he woke up in St. Mungos...they told him his mother didn't make it during the massacre."

"He also went like this after he had to identify his mothers' body," Hermione whispered, adding.

Severus' eyes were flaming. "They made him – a child – identify his own mothers' dead body?!"

Hermione and Ron nodded their heads.

"He'll be fine," Ron said after a moment of silence. "He's just getting his mind around to the idea of whatever he saw."

"I hate this ability of his," Hermione muttered as she clenched her fists tightly at her side.

"I do to," Ron said as he wrapped his arms around Hermione's shoulders and pulled her close to his side. Hermione sighed deeply. She missed Ron's warmth, missed it more than she ever thought she possibly could.

"So we wait?" Luna asked.

Ron gave a rueful smile. "It's the only thing we can do."

The girl stared unblinkingly at Neville. Neville blinked back at her. She was a first year Ravenclaw, and had hair that was as black as a Sorbet Black Delight Viola plant, and icy blue eyes. She had an olive-skin tone and was significantly tall for a first year. She stood at five foot one, from what Neville could guess. He was only an inch or two taller than her.

At least he wasn't as short as Hadrian - then again, Neville didn't think anyone in the school was shorter than Hadrian, except for Professor Flitwick, perhaps.

First things first, however, why was she staring at him?

"Um, hello," He greeted nervously.

The girl blinked before a wide smile stretched over her lips. "I'm Violet Isabella Longbottom. You're my older brother."

Neville's heart began to race, as did his thoughts. Did she hate him? Did she not want him as a brother? Is she here to tell him he wasn't worthy of being a Longbottom?

"We have two other siblings – twins. Heath and Aspen are in their second year." Violet informed him. Then her eyes brightened. "Oh, Mama's pregnant again. I placed a bet with Heath that it's going to be a set of twins again but Aspen thinks it could go either way."

Neville blinked, floundered. He didn't know what to say.

"Violet!" shouted a male voice. A boy who looked similar to Neville came bounding in their view. He was huffing from the long run, wearing the green and silver scarf of Slytherin. "Help me! Aspen's trying to commit homicide."

Violet rolled her eyes. "What'd you do, Heath?"

Heath jolted to a stop, adopting a flabbergasted and affronted look on his face. "Me? Why, Violet, my little darling sister, you think so lowly of me?"

Violet gave him a look.

"HEATH CARDAMOM LONGBOTTOM, I'M GOING TO SKIN YOU ALIVE, YOU PRAT – GET OVER HERE SO I CAN KILL YOU!" roared a female voice from the doors of the castle.

Neville squeaked.

Heath jerked his head towards Neville, eyes widening significantly. "Nev?" He whispered, forgetting about the impending death from his twin.

A girl with inky black hair, olive-green eyes, and pale skin rushed into the greenhouse that Neville was occupying. She opened her mouth to yell when it snapped shut once Neville came into her line of sight. This, Neville thought, was his other sister, Aspen.

Aspen's hand fluttered to her mouth and she whispered, "N-Neville? How — they said you were thought to be dead?"

Neville blinked, staring at his siblings. His heart swelled — they were his siblings, his family. "I…" Neville swallowed. "I was kidnapped by Minerva McGonagall—"

He was cut off by Aspen spatting, "The traitorous bitch,"

Violet shrieked, "Penny, your language."

Aspen rolled her eyes.

Heath gave his twin a stern glare, a far cry from when he was all mischief and puffy cheeks. "Don't make me tell Dad,"

Aspen pouted.

"We need to speak to them!" Violet yelled suddenly. "I haven't sent a letter today but it'd be faster with the Mirrors."

"Mirrors?" inquired Neville.

Aspen nodded before she began to put her hair in a bun. "When we started Hogwarts, we were all gifted with communication mirrors. All you have to do is speak someone's name into the mirror, and once they respond, it's like a regular Floo call, except it's with a mirror."

Heath nodded his head at the explanation. "Dean Thomas from Gryffindor — he's in your year, Nev — said that the mirrors are highly similar to mobile phones, except they can't see the person they're talking to."

Violet was already speaking to her mirror. It was a normal oval shaped handheld mirror, though it was bejeweled with sapphires, and painted a dark, stormy gray. "We get them customized to reflect our House and our personality, in a way," Aspen explained to her older brother, one she thought she'd never be able to see again.

"Mummy," Violet cried with triumph once the face of Frank Longbottom came into view. It was clear that Aspen looked more like Frank then their other parent, Lysander. Neville didn't know who bore the children, or in a better term, who the Bearer was, so he didn't know what to call his parents.

"Hello, my little flower," Frank said to his youngest. His face began to cloud with worry. "What's wrong, V? Do you need me to come to the school?"

Violet gave a glance to Neville before chewing on her bottom lip, bravodo disappearing. "Well, you see…"

"Yes?"

"Oh for goodness' sake," Aspen huffed impatiently before grabbing her sisters' mirror out of her hands (which caused an indignant, "Hey! Penny!" from the firstie), and said, "Hi Mum. We found him."

"Found who?" Frank inquired warily. There was a scolding on teh tip of his tongue for taking her sisters' mirror but it vanished once he saw the solemn expression on his other darlings' face.

"Neville Longbottom."

Frank's response was to fall into a dead faint.

Aspen winced before handing Violet her mirror. "Well, that could've gone a lot worse."

"He fainted." Heath said, deadpanning.

Aspen stuck her tongue out at her twin before taking out her own mirror—this one was the same shape and size, but it was adorned with rubies and painted golden. Neville just realized that Aspen was in Gryffindor. Aspen cleared her throat and spoke into the mirror, "Lysander Longbottom."

The mirror fogged, rippling like water would when you dropped something in it, before a man who bore a startling resemblance to Heath and Violet (if Violet were a boy, but it was clear cut where she got majority of her genes from) appeared on te screen. Lysander blinked. "Penny? Why are you calling me? You never call me unless you want something expensive."

Aspen pouted. "Sure, make me sound like a spoiled brat."

"You are a spoiled brat," Heath muttered underneath his breath.

"Where are you?" demanded Aspen.

"I'm in Diagon Alley, I've just left Gringotts. Why?"

"Mummy fainted," Aspen said.

"What?" Lysander demanded. "Why?"

"We told him that we found Neville, our brother."

Lysander blinked at his child, befuddlement easing onto his features. "A-Are you sure?"

Aspen rolled her eyes. "He's the spitting image of Mummy—I'm not stupid like Heath."

Heath cried out, insulted, "Hey!"

Lysander frowned. "Aspen, do not call your twin stupid."

Aspen sighed and muttered, "Sorry,"

Lysander cleared his throat. "May I see him?"

Aspen nodded before handing Neville the mirror. Neville took it cautiously before staring into the face of his...father? Mother? "H-Hi," Neville murmured softly, staring into the mans' olive-green eyes.

"Neville," Lysander breathed out. "It was true—you're alive."

Neville's vision began to cloud with tears. This was his parent, someone who loved him unconditionally, even when he was thought to be dead.

Lysander gave Neville a watery smile. "I'm your father, though I understand if you're uncomfortable calling me such—no matter, I need to check on your mother. We will call you back later, okay?"

Lysander looked reluctant to leave, to take his eyes off of Neville's face but he had to go. He had to make sure Frank was alright before they celebrated the news of their oldest returning to them safe and sound.

"Okay," Neville whispered before the mirror lost its connection. Neville sniffled, handing his...his sister back her mirror. Heath, who was an inch or two taller than Neville, wrapped his arms around his brother and smiled.

"I may not know or understand what you're going through but I'll help you through it," Heath declared firmly. "We all will."

"Yeah," Violet giggled. "You're a Longbottom."

"Once a Longbottom," Aspen beamed, "Always a Longbottom."