A/N Yay!!!!! Proud of me, aren't you? I finally posted, and now I post again! Well, you deserve it and I know I haven't been the best writer… but I'll try to get better. Anyway, I think this story is going well, don't you? In the beginning I was thinking, ugh, what have I done, but now I'm thinking, yay! Time to write more! So, that's all I have to say except for here's another chapter and wow, I can't believe you're still reading… Cheers!

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot and the characters you don't know, ie Harry and Ginny's child. Everything else is J.K's who unfortunately was born before me and became a genius before I did.

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It wasn't very busy at the hospital during the day. At least not in the Phsychriatric ward where Neville's parents were. It was almost depressing, how empty it was. You saw a few nurses and doctors here and there, but no visitors. Hermione supposed it was because nobody really came to visit on a Tuesday in the late after noon. Certainly she had never come. And if all went well on this spell, she wouldn't have to ever come again. For any reason.

Penelope was looking around and looking very nervous.

"Hermione, I don't know about this. What if Neville comes, or another member of the family? Is it right to just walk into the room of two complete strangers so we can see if a spell might work on them? I don't really think-" Hermione cut her off.

"Penelopeeeeee. It's not going to matter if Neville comes, all we have to do is explain our idea, and it won't bother him. He'll be very happy I think, actually. And besides, I know Neville feels differently about his parents than we would. After all, he barely knows them. I'm just worried about what we'll see."

Penelope nodded in agreement. Together they walked up to the desk where a young witch was sitting, filling out some type of report form on Mr. A Diton. She had her brown hair pulled up in a bun, and her blue eyes looked friendly enough. She looked up and smiled at them.

"Hello! How can I help you?" She asked in a voice that had the same accent as Ron's.

" Yes, erm we'd like to see the Longbottom's please," Hermione said, looking down the corridor.

"Certainly. Are you family?"

" Friends of," replied Penelope. The nurse looked at them and down at the parchment on the desk. She appeared uncertain.

" We're with the Ministry, it's business," Penelope said, stretching the truth.

" They never sent an owl for a meeting," the nurse said. Looking at them suspiciously.

" Yes well, something came up," said Penelope, showing her identification. When the Nurse looked at Hermione, Hermione quickly thought up an idea.

" Mine got burnt to a crisp when that dragon tried to eat us, remember Penny?" She looked at Penelope then back at the nurse," I did try to tell them that experimenting the spell on the dragon first was a bad idea, but they insisted. Well, there's a new one being made anyway." She said it so confidently that the nurse nodded her head and ruffled through some parchment.

" Of course. They're in room 118. Go down the corridor and turn to the left, third door on the right. Time limit is fifteen minutes, come back here and sign out when you're finished."

Hermione and Penelope quickly walked down the corridor, but waited until they rounded the corner to start talking.

"I didn't know you were such a good liar," they said at the same time, then laughed.

"Well, I've had lots of practise. You wouldn't believe how much trouble I've gotten Ron, Harry, and myself out of over the years."

" You three got into almost as much trouble as Fred and George," Penelope said, shaking her head. Hermione smiled.

" I think we got into worse, we just never got caught."

" Yes, I suppose it was worse," Penny said, looking thoughtful. Hermione knew it was time to be serious again. They reached the room and paused outside the door. Neither knew what to expect. They both looked at each other, but neither finding anything to say, Hermione shook her head and went in. They both sighed in relief when they saw the couple. Mr. Longbottom was sitting in a chair reading a book, and Mrs. Longbottom appeared to be painting something. Hermione smiled. They looked just like a normal couple, happy to live the rest of their days with one another. She cleared her throat and they both looked up.

" Why, hello!" said Mr. Longbottom.

" Yes, who are you?" asked his wife.

"I'm Hermione Granger, and this is Penelope Clearwater. We're friend's of Neville's, we went to school with him," said Hermione, walking over and holding out her hand. Her eyes opened in surprise as the two laughed maniacally, instead of shaking her hand. What could possibly be funny?

" School?! Why, Neville is just a baby! How could you possibly have gone to school with him?" they laughed, doubling over in hysterics.

" Neville's grown up, he comes to visit you quite often," urged Hermione, looking very worried. They seemed normal, just….

" This is completely different than Mr. Hart. He's just lying there with his eyes open, staring, stuck in a moment, and they're- they're very much alive. I don't see the connection. We might have to- it might be a different spell. Unless…" Hermione stopped, an idea forming already. Penelope had one first, however.

" Maybe it affects people differently depending on their health and age. Since Mr. Hart is old, it might affect the body and the brain, where as their brains are affected. They don't know time has passed. Mr. Hart probably doesn't know either, but since he can't do anything, he can't tell us. I think it is the same thing, just at different levels. But look at them, Hermione. Look at how they're normal when they laugh. Almost normal," Penelope said, motioning towards the two adults, still laughing their heads off. Hermione suddenly recalled an old Muggle saying, something that everybody always said, and worked.

" Penny. I think I know it. Just think. Laughter is the best medicine! They're stuck in this moment because of the shock. Because of the sheer pain. They're like this because the pain is still there, still affecting them. We need to get rid of the pain somehow, and then they can fully recover. And you said it yourself, they are normal when they laugh. Most counter-curses are the opposite of the spell, and what could be more opposite of pain than laughter? Maybe we can create a spell that conjures all humourous memories where they laughed, and make them realise that it was funny. With all the laughter, even the pain would become funny, and they would laugh it off. I think that might be it. We need to create a cleansing spell, to cleanse their soul. It's so simple, but yet the spell would be so powerful," Hermione finished with a gleam in her eye, one that she used to get all the time in Hogwarts. Penelope had one exactly like it. They both grinned at each other, said goodbye to the Longbottom's and left. They could hear the couple talking as the door closed behind them.

" Penelope, what a nice name…."

"Quite."

" If we ever have a girl, I think I should like to call her Penelope."

" Yes, but we should see how Neville turns out first."