Sorry about the delay! But I made up for it I hope with TWO new chapters! I hope you like it!

Clumsy Kind of Love Ch. 25

Harry's jaw was set as he watched Ginny console a sobbing Hannah. Neville's been kidnapped? By who? When? He asked himself, but Hannah was currently in hysterics and she wouldn't be much help on getting any information at the moment.

Ginny turned slightly and caught his eye. She mouthed the words, since yesterday. Harry's eyes widened; Hannah was crying uncontrollably, but it seemed that she was spewing out the information she knew in between sobs, and Ginny was catching tid-bits of it.

Ron was getting annoyed, Neville, a mate of his, well more of a mate of a mate was in DANGER apparently and his fiancé was such a dunce that she was sobbing when she should be trying to find Neville, or at least giving them information to help find him

"Oi! Stop the crying! Neville's in danger and your sobbing isn't helping us find him!" Ron yelled and everyone looked at him with shock.

"RON!" Hermione shouted and then hit him upside the head. "You have the emotional capacity of a thimble! I never! Her fiancé has been kidnapped, dunder-head! It would be like me getting kidnapped!"

Ron looked at her with a scared expression on his face as she continued her rant, punctuating key points with pokes hard enough to leave bruises.

"N-No, he's right," Hannah whimpered and wiped the salty liquid off her cheeks.

"I am?" Ron said softly. Hermione hit him.

Ginny hugged her, "don't worry Hannah we'll find him!" she said encouragingly with a determined blazed look in her eyes. Harry almost swooned when she looked at him, and he smiled goofily, that was one of his favorite expressions of hers.

"Unless he's dead, since he's been gone for a day and it's very plausible they just killed him. Neville was a war hero," Luna said dreamily although a twinge of sorrow in her voice. Her eyes looked off into the distance and seemed a little glassier as if tears lie just beneath the surface waiting to emerge.

"Aye! Neville may be gone! He's strong alright, but Luna's right! He be a hero! He was vital to the war, lot o' people be after his head for sure!" Seamus said with a solemn nod of his head.

Ginny shook her head vigorously, "if there's one thing I learned about Neville in this bloody war. It's that he doesn't go down easily! And if so…if he's dead we are still going to find him and bring him back!"

Hannah was crying again tears flowing down her cheeks. Her eyes red and puffy, swollen with bags underneath them, "He's alive," she murmured, "He has to be."

"DEARS! THAT'S ENOUGH! Bring her inside will you! You seem to be forgettin' that you're talkin' about that girl's fiancé! With all this tock of death, and no action, or any movement towards action, it WILL lead to that poor boy's death! Now get inside and let's get down to business!" Mrs. Weasley interrupted and barreled through everyone until she came to Hannah. She then helped her up and toted over her as she led her into the Burrow and its living room.

Mrs. Weasley sat down on the couch and pulled Hannah with her, making sure to keep her hand on Hannah's shoulder consolingly. Everyone else soon followed and sat down in the armchairs or on the floor, some just simply stood.

They all looked at her expectantly as she took a few deep and calming breaths. Hannah looked at all of them and sighed, "I'll start from the beginning."

"It all started when Donovan…,"

Cassandra lurked in the shadows of Diagon Alley on a dark cobblestone road far from the bustling main street.

"He's late," she sneered and wrapped the dark cloak she was wearing more tightly around herself as she surveyed the area around her.

"Hello, my pretty," a voice cackled softly right beside her.

Cassandra fought the urge to jump up, and turned to look at the source of the voice. "You're late!" she snarled angrily, pushing the hood of her cloak further over her eyes.

"Yes. Well, what you wanted was hard to procure," the voice replied coolly. The figure was clad in a black cloak as well, and the hood was over his face just enough that no one could see into it and take a peek at the face that lie underneath it.

"I hope you have it then!" she growled, her fingers gripping her wand tightly within her cloak; she was careful that the cloak not move as she did so.

"Of course, its right here," the figure replied tersely. It then held out a small vial filled with an inky black liquid and had a cork screw to hold the liquid in.

"Good," Cassandra smirked. Here comes my favorite part, she smiled maniacally, and then whispered, "Aveda Kedavra." Her wand whipped out and quickly did the motions, a green spark burst from the tip of her wand and landed itself firmly into the figure's chest. The figure let out a soft grunt and began to fall back, before it was out of reach; Cassandra snatched the vial from its grasp.

"It was a pleasure doing business," she cackled and a loud pop signaled her apparition.

So what did you guys think? Did I make Ron too...emotionally inept? And did I make Seamus' accent too prominent? Tell me what you guys think! Please!

Disclaimer:

Neville: YOU DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE!

Me: I KNOW! I wish. .

Neville: Well...duh... What about the plot and the original characters?

Me: Oh...I own those! NOW GO BACK TO MY CLOSET!

*Neville walks back to my closet and closes the door*

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