Ok well here's the next chapter, and the longest one I've written so far! I think there is only going to be about two chapters more..maybe three! I hope you like it! :)


Clumsy Kind of Love Ch. 29

The group of people appeared on the lawn of Miller Mansion. A haunted two story house, that seemed a little worse for wear and as if it would collapse at any moment. The group quickly dispersed into groups of two. Hermione, Ginny, and Hannah would enter through the front door, while Harry, Ron, and Luna entered through the back. They crept around to their positions their wands at the ready, each person's heart pounded, and blood rushed to their ears. After waiting about fifteen or so seconds, they stormed the old house at their positions.

They cleared the first floor, it looked like someone had been staying there, but had recently vacated. Wrappers and soda cans filled the kitchen, used paper plates and plastic silver strewn across the room. The living room had a small camp bed, and it looked slept in. But, it was clear that there were no personal belongings or clothing left behind.

Hermione, Ron, and Ginny went upstairs to make sure no one was hiding up there, while Harry, Hannah, and Luna found a door that led to the basement. Harry led them down the stairs; it creaked as their weight was pressed down upon it. They could see a flicker of candle light down below and concrete walls at the end of the stairs.

Harry took a step into the room, and quickly scanned it for life. He took a deep sharp breath as he found one life form in a corner of the room. The figure was bloodied and his clothing torn, his brown hair fell down into his eyes which were at the moment closed. The figure, a he, was slumped against the wall, his head falling forward and his legs sprawled out in front of him.

Harry frowned as he recognized the figure and then immediately tried to block Hannah out of the room. We're too late. He thought morosely. Hannah didn't need to see this, he told himself, Neville wouldn't have wanted her to see him this way.

Hannah realized what Harry was doing and instantaneously pushed against him, running into the room. She gasped as she saw him. Tears sprang to her eyes and she ran to him. Hannah fell to her knees before him and sobbed, coughing. The wet drops made her vision blurry, as she muttered a few spells to release him of his shackles. Once free she hugged him, close, crying into his shoulder.

He's gone! I was too late! Neville, No! She thought quickly and then it seemed to shut down as a huge immense pain that was greater than what she had ever felt before settled on her heart. It shut down to protect her, as she wailed into his motionless body.

The others ran down the stairs, and had tears in their eyes as they witnessed Hannah breaking down.

"Neville…no," she whimpered into his shoulder. Even now after being tortured, his clothing dirty, his blood staining the floor, he smelled like home to her. She held on as if letting go would mean he was gone.

And then she felt it, what she hadn't noticed before, she gasped and pulled away a little, still keeping him close in her arms. She ran her hand down his shoulder to the front of his chest. A thud. Her eyes widened, "Neville!" Hannah gasped and there it was again, a thud. A wisp of hot air brushed against her cheek.

"He's alive! He's alive!" Hannah squealed and looked at the others. The others eyes widened.

"We need to get him to St. Mungo's now!" Hannah cried and took out her wand. She stood up and tried to pull Neville up with her. That's when Ron ran over and helped her pick him up.

"I'll apparated him to St. Mungo's! Meet you there," Ron told her, but Hannah was reluctant to let Neville go. But she knew that she didn't have the strength to get him there. So she let go, and Ron quickly apparated.

Hermione, Harry, and Luna nodded at each other, "We'll tell the others," Hermione told them. Harry kissed Ginny's forehead and they apparated to the Burrow.

"Let's go, Hannah," Ginny smiled, her cheeks still wet with tears. Ginny held out her hand for Hannah. Hannah grabbed it gratefully and smiled back, they both apparated to St. Mungo's.

At St. Mungo's, Ron had already handed Neville over to the healers, and he was lying down on a stretcher. Healers and mediwitches alike hurrying around him, and muttering spells that were lost on Ron's ears. He heard the loud pop of apparition, and saw Ginny and Hannah.

"The healers already took him into the room," Ron informed them with a soft sigh, "the healer said that he'd be out with more news later."

"I think you should go tell Neville's gran that he's here," Ginny suggested, and Ron nodded.

"I'll be back," he said with a soft nod.

"Thank you," Hannah murmured, as Ron apparated to Neville's home.

Ginny led Hannah to a chair, and they sat down. Ginny rubbed Hannah's shoulder consolingly.

A healer came out of Neville's room; he looked flustered, and appeared to be young, just a little bit older than them. He had blonde hair and deep green eyes; his hair was short, cut close to his head. He gave them an uneasy smile, and stood before them.

"I assume you're here for Mr. Longbottom?" the healer asked the girls. They nodded solemnly.

"I'm his fiancé," Hannah told him softly, a tear falling down her cheek.

"I see," the doctor replied, "I'm Dr. Willis, I'm in charge of Mr. Longbottom's care. His condition is serious. I'm surprised he's alive to be honest, he took the brunt of several cruciatius curses and someone poisoned him with Poloviumisa, a very rare poison."

"Is it curable?" Ginny asked gently.

"Yes. But the cure to this poison is even more rare than the poison itself, it would take years to procure, and right now the poison is spreading through his body like a wildfire. It'll be to his heart soon enough and that'll be it. It's already spread to his right foot from his right index finger," the healer responded morosely.

Hannah started sobbing, she had lost him again. Neville was dying and there wasn't anything she could do about it.

Unbeknownst to them, Hermione had heard everything. She had flooed with Luna here, and was standing off to the side.

"What is the cure called?" Hermione asked, tears were streaming down her face also, but a determined look blazed in her eyes.

"Misamolo, it is procured from a very rare lily called The Moaning Mantis, it's only found in Denmark. And even then it is very difficult to find," the healer explained softly.

The tears fell more readily from Hermione's eyes, she knew of the plant he was speaking of. This meant she knew he was right; it would literally take years to find it.

"Really," Luna said and blinked, "I have one of those in my backyard. Vlacklies fly around it every full moon."

"Luna, they only grow in Denmark," Hermione scoffed.

"No, I have one in my backyard, my father found it on one of his expeditions and planted it on my mother's grave," Luna replied sternly, the dreamy look in her eye vanished, as she stared at Hermione.

"If we can get the flower, how long will it take to make the antidote?" Luna asked, as she turned her attention back to the doctor, her lucid gaze returning.

"About ten to fifteen minutes, we have a nurse here who has made the antidote before. A while back, but she's sure she can make it again," the healer answered.

"Hermione, we're going to my house!" Luna exclaimed and grabbed Hermione's hand. They apparated away with a loud pop.

"Do you really think she has the flower in her backyard?" Dr. Willis asked them.

Ginny shrugged, "Maybe, you never know with Luna."

"I hope so," Hannah whimpered softly as she cried into her hands.

"Me too," Dr. Willis added, "I must be returning to Neville. Have a mediwitch get me, if they do actually get the flower."


It was a few hours before Hermione and Luna returned. And everyone was there, Hannah's father and grandfather, Neville's gran, the Weasley clan, even some aurors, teachers, and Minister Kingsley.

Hermione ran into the room, while Luna skipped in, smiling wide.

"I can't believe it, but Luna really did have a Moaning Mantis in her backyard!" Hermione cried in amazement.

Luna held out her hands to reveal a white lily, that swayed like a Praying Mantis, the middle of its pedals were a soft shade of green. As it moved one could hear soft moaning coming from it.

A mediwitch quickly left the station and retrieved Dr. Willis. Dr. Willis came out with a mediwitch. His eyes widened in amazement, and Luna handed the delicate flower to the mediwitch.

"I can't believe it," he whispered softly and the mediwitch ran off with the flower into a small room.

They all sat with baited breath, hoping that with this Neville would pull through.


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