I DO NOT OWN MOST OF THE CHARACTERS
Chapter 2- St. Mungo's
Neville trodded through the thick snow, heading toward one of the thestral- drawn carriages. He was one of the few people at Hogwarts who could see the skelatal, winged horses. He caught sight of Luna Lovegood staring fondly at the one nearest to her. The thestrals had been their mode of transportation to the Ministry of Magic the year before, so they both felt a special connection to them.
Luna and a couple Hufflepuff girls joined Neville in the carriage. Luna gave him an encouraging smile as it took off. Neville smiled back at her.
The carriage stopped at Hogsmeade station. There, Neville took the Hogwarts Express to King's Cross, where he was met with his grandmother.
The woman was quite old, wearing a green dress, hat, and red handbag draped over her arm. Passerby stared at the overstuffed vulture sitting on top of the hat.
"Neville, there you are!" Gran said happily. She had been much less stern with him after last year's events. "We're going to meet the healer at St. Mungo's. Come along!"
Neville followed the elderly woman outside, where a small muggle car was waiting. He put his trunk in back, and the cage carrying his toad Trevor on his lap as they drove to the abandoned department store that served as a cover- up for the Wizard hospital.
It wasn't long before the duo found themselves on the fourth floor, where Frank and Alice Longbottom resided.
"Gilderoy, come along!" One of the healers said firmly to a straying Lockhart. She shook her head sadly at Gran.
"Are you two here to see Healer Andrews?" She asked.
"Yes. Is he here?" Gran asked.
"Just down the hall." The healer pointed.
Neville and his grandmother walked around the corner where they found a tall man with short blond hair outside Neville's parents' room. His white wizard's robes told them this was Healer Andrews.
"Miss Longbottom. A pleasure to meet you! Neville, as well." The man spoke with an American accent.
"Likewise," Gran said. "So can you really help Frank and Alice?"
"I believe so," Andrews replied.
Neville walked past him as if in a trance into the room. He kneeled in front of his mother. "Mom," he said.
Alice Longbottom stared blankly at him. It was as if she didn't recognise him.
Neville took her hands in his. "I want you back, Mom. Dad too. I need you back!"
He felt a firm hand on his shoulder. He kept his eyes firmly on his mother, fighting back tears.
"There are no gurentees, Neville," Andrews said. "But there's only one way to find out."
Gran walked in. She stared sadly at her son, then to Alice, finally to Neville and Andrews. "Neville?"
Without taking his eyes off his mother, Neville said, "Okay. Let's do it."