I DO NOT OWN MOST OF THE CHARACTERS
Chapter 5
Reunion
Neville was thrown out the grate, into St. Mungo's. There he was met with a teary eyed Gran speaking with Healer Andrews. This surpised Neville. His grandmother wasn't usually an emotional person.
"I ju- just ca- can't bel- believe it!" Gran said, between joyous sobs. She then noticed her grandson. "Neville! Come along, dear, your parents are waiting for you!"
Neville followed Gran and Andrews with nervous anticipation. He didn't have any real memories of his parents. Bellatrix Lestrange had tortured them into insanity when he was only a year old. What would they think when they saw the clumsy, useless sixteen year old he was today? Would they be disappointed in what he had become? More likely than not.
The trio entered the room where Frank and Alice Longbottom sat talking to themselves. Neville just stood there, staring at them like an idiot.
His mother caught sight of him. A mixture of happiness and slight confusion entered her brown eyes. She stood up, walked over to him, and placed a pale hand on his cheek. "Neville? I know that is who you are. I can see it. I've been told how many years it's been. But a part of me didn't want to accept the fact that I had missed so much of your life." She then embraced him warmly, tears flooding down her cheeks. "Oh Neville! My son! I'm so sorry."
Neville stood there, at first unsure what to do. He slowly found his arms reaching up to hug her back. For the first time in all his memory, he felt truely safe. Safe in his mother's arms.
"Neville," Frank Longbottom said. Neville looked up in the reassuring eyes of his father. The older man put a hand on his son's shoulder. "While we were waiting for you, your grandmother told us what happened last year. How you and several of your friends stood up to He- Who- Must- Not- Be- Named and his followers." Frank then smiled. "I wouldn't have expected anything less from my son." With those words, he bent down and hugged Neville with a much firmer grip than his mother.
Alice looked up at Healer Andrews. "Can we go home now?" She asked.
Andrews nodded. "I see nothing wrong with it."
Gran patted the Healer on his shoulder. "Thank you for everything."
Andrews smiled. "I'm happy for you all. I'll keep in touch." With that, he left.
Alice and Frank stood up straight. "Well," she said, "Let's go. I'm quite anxious to get to know my son."
"Likewise," Fran laughed. "Have any girls, Neville?"
Neville flushed, his thoughts instantly turning to Luna. "Er... uh- no!" He stammered.
Frank gave him a knowing smile, and led the family out.
Bellatrix Lestrange set the copy of the Daily Prophet on the crumbling table. On the front page was a picture of an American healer who invented an Anti- Insanity potion. Her lips twitched into a smile. "Very creative," she said.
"Thank you," Jonathan Andrews said, taking Bellatrix into his arms. "It should take effect soon enough."
Bellatrix gave a wicked, yet seductive grin. "Vengence is sweet," she said, kissing him."