The next chapter as promised! Two chapters in one night! Hope that makes up for a few days of no updates!
Clumsy Kind of Love Ch. 26
"Lestrange! Neville's been kidnapped by Lestrange!" Ron blabbered, his eyes wide.
"'Tis what t' woman said!" Seamus exclaimed and gestured towards Hannah.
"It makes sense, if you think about it. Lestrange is a death eater, Neville was vital in the war against them. Lestrange's mother, Bellatrix, attacked Neville's parents, Lestrange may think that she is just finishing what her mother started with Neville," Hermione added and furrowed her eyebrows in deep thought.
"So…how do we find her then," Dean asked.
"We follow Neville's Ooblies," Luna responded dreamily a smile on her face.
"Ooblies?" Harry said with a confused expression on his face.
"Ooblies fly out of your wand after you cast a spell and they stay in the area for days," Luna explained lucidly.
"What a load of….," Ron began.
"No! I think Luna's got the right idea! We can find out Neville's last few spells and their locations, and then follow his steps from there!" Hermione exclaimed.
"So, we be goin' to t' Ministry, aye?" Seamus asked and scratched his head.
"Yes! They keep a record of all spells cast and where!" Hermione responded enthusiastically.
"But…'Mione, how did they not find us last year then?" Ron questioned softly.
"Because back then, we didn't have our wands 'ticketed'!" Hermione explained.
"Ticketed?" Harry asked gently.
"Yes! After the war, when we all went to the ministry they cast a small minute spell on our wands to better ensure no unforgivable were being cast. They have a large book on each one of our wands that keeps a record of the date, time, location, and spell used when we cast spells! We get Neville's book and we find out where he last was when he cast a spell!" Hermione squealed in excitement.
"Brilliant, 'Mione!" Ron said and smiled at her.
Hermione blushed a deep shade of red. "W-Well, Luna came up with the idea…," she stammered.
"Yea, but you…," Ron started.
"Stop thee flirtin' ya two! We need t' be gettin' to t' Ministry t' find Neville!" Seamus interrupted and jumped up.
"But, what if his last spell was simply a dish washing spell at his house," Hannah sighed softly and looked down.
"Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it!" Hermione replied and stood up. Soon, everyone was standing.
"How 'bout Hermione, Luna, and Hannah go to the Ministry and the rest of us will wait here. There's no point in all of us going, it would be too suspicious, so we send them and later they come back and tell us," Harry suggested.
"Sounds good, mate!" Dean said and smiled.
"I agree!" Ginny added and nodded. She gave Dean a soft smile, which he returned. Harry frowned and then put his arm around Ginny and pulled her towards him possessively. He gave Dean an evil glare.
Seamus and Luna started giggling at Dean's scared expression, and Ginny crossed her arms in front of and gave Harry an angry glare. Harry gulped, which led to everyone laughing, except Hannah, all she could think about was Neville.
Soon it died down and Hannah, Luna, and Hermione all flooed to the Ministry.
Neville heard creaking as Cassandra descended the stairs.
"Hello, dear ol' Neville," Cassandra cackled. Once she had descended she walked over to the steel table and took off her cloak and set it down on its surface. She stretched and smiled, here comes the real fun!
Neville grunted in response, his eyes followed her as she entered. He was slumped against the wall, his head hung low so that his hair fell into his eyes. There were bags underneath those chocolate brown orbs, and a mixture of dirt, blood, and sweat matted his hair together, and was smeared upon his face and clothing.
"Hungry?" Cassandra asked softly as she walked over, a piece of bread in her hands. Her eyebrow raised as she held it close to him, awaiting his response.
Neville grunted again, and looked into her eyes.
Cassandra sighed, and tossed it at him. "Really, you couldn't make this more fun! I was actually being civil for once, Neville! I thought you would have been proud!" Cassandra cackled as she turned around and went back to the steel table.
She had her back to him, and could hear Neville's quiet swallows, and the sound of teeth sinking into bread. Cassandra then took out the vial of inky black liquid and twirled it in her fingers. She set it next to the cloak upright and then grabbed the bottle of water she had brought. Cassandra walked over to Neville and set it down near him, then returned to the table once more. She waited until she heard the crinkle of plastic to open the vial. She smirked softly and dipped the tip of her wand into the liquid. The wand seemed to soak up the liquid and soon the vial was halfway empty.
Cassandra then turned around to see that the bottle of water lay empty beside Neville, and that he stayed slumped against the wall. She walked over to him, and smiled menacingly.
"I have a surprise, Neville," Cassandra sighed and then whispered, "Venena Atramentum." Then she pressed the tip of her wand into his forehead, and cackled as the black ink the wand soaked up seeped into his skin. The black liquid branched out like roots, moving slowly and crawling under the skin.
"Well, Neville, if this doesn't push you into insanity or death. They'll just have to start calling YOU the Boy Who Lived," Cassandra sneered.
"This is called Poloviumisa, a very rare poison I had procured just for you and that bloody witch, Mrs. Molly Weasley! It slowly seeps through your body, poisoning, and infecting every last corner, until it wraps around your heart slowly squeezing the life out of you. They call it the magma death; it's supposed to feel like lava pumping through your veins," Cassandra informed him, a sick smirk on her face.
"The cure is even harder to procure, it's called Misamolo, it comes from the mixture of several different rare and exotic plants one would have to search the world for years to find; So, I guess that means that there is no hope for you, Neville Longbottom, none whatsoever," Cassandra added and giggled.
"Bye, Neville. And don't worry, you won't be too lonely, you'll have Colin Creevey, Fred Weasley, and Molly Weasley to keep you company up there. Or wherever the hell people go after death," Cassandra cackled as she grabbed her cloak and left him for the last time.
Ooblies? Who thinks that is the weirdest name ever? I do and I came up with it! I'm really proud of my spell, my poison, and cure names! I hope they were believable too.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Universe! (Neville: But she owns all the evil characters, and like two nice ones! . Plus the plot! Me: GET BACK IN THE CLOSET!)
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