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"How many more rooms are on this floor?" Neville asked, mystified. He thought they'd turned that corner already, but the paint looked a slightly different shade.

"These," Luna replied, shifting the load of baskets in her arms. "And then those," she pointed to the left. "Then we can go up to the next level." She eyed Neville. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," He waved a hand, shoving away her concern. "I'm fine. How – how are you?" He grimaced, noticing she was carrying twice the amount of gift baskets as he was. "Hey, do you want me to take some of those?"

"No thank you," Luna replied, "And I'm fine too." She cocked her head to the side. "If you're really fine, that is."

Neville shrugged. No, none of them were technically "fine", but at the moment he was enduring a pleasant numb sensation. It was helpful, when one was visiting their critically wounded friends. He and Luna were scaling the halls of St. Mungos, delivering tokens of hope to every residing patient. Some people from the Hospital Wing had been transferred to Mungos, so there were quite a few familiar faces around.

"Dennis is coming at noon," Luna said softly. She placed a basket by a shut door, which read, "do not disturb" on it. Otherwise, they would have gone inside to say hello.

"Dennis? Really?" Neville asked. Colin's death had hit the little boy hard; it was a surprise that he wanted to do anything.

"Yes," Luna replied. "He wants a distraction, I think. Much like you and I."

Neville didn't answer this. "Is anyone else coming?" he asked.

"Not that I know of," Luna said. "Parvati said that she's visiting Lavender, but will help after. The same goes for Dean and Seamus."

"Oh, right," Neville asked. "Thank – thanks for checking with everyone, Luna." He felt a little embarrassed, for leaving it all to her.

She shook her head. "You arranged the tribute. I only asked if people wanted to join us, today."

"Well," Neville said, sighing. "That's a pretty good amount. Of people, I mean. You're sure… nobody else?"

"Not that I know of," Luna replied. "Oh. Oh, do you mean Hannah?" He was too preoccupied to notice her slight change in tone, and merely nodded sheepishly. "I don't know," she said. "You can ask her, if you like. Next time you see her. She and Ernie will probably be visiting Susan, though."

"Oh right," Neville replied. He felt stupid for forgetting.

"She's still at Hogwarts," Luna went on. "Since it's not too serious."

"Right."

"So they'll probably be at Hogwarts."

"Alright." He exhaled. "Ready to go in this room?"

"Yes," Luna said. She placed a bright smile on her face, lighting up the entire hallway. That's what he liked about her, Neville thought fondly. She had the ability to captivate things – people, and places – even though she didn't know it.

They opened the door, and found the small cot occupied by a young woman.

"Hello," Luna greeted warmly, holding out the basket. "I'm Luna Lovegood, and this is Neville Longbottom. We're pleased to meet you." She sounded genuine, despite the corny nature of the line, and a smile emerged on Neville's face.

"Hello," the woman replied. She was staring at them blankly. Perhaps she'd had a memory charm done?

"Would you like our gifts?" Luna asked.

'Sure," she replied, shakily. She held out a frail hand, taking it from Luna.

"I don't believe I've seen you before," Luna said. "What's your name?"

"Cassie," she replied, looking nervous.

"How long have you been here?" Luna asked.

"I – I don't know…" Cassie said.

Neville glanced at Luna, trying to signal with his eyes. She clearly had been admitted because of the battle. Luna nodded. It wasn't as if they didn't want to help the other patients, because they did, but they could do a better job with those whose families they knew.

"Well, I hope you enjoy these," Luna said. She made a gesture, somewhere between a bow and a wave, and waited for Neville to say goodbye as well.

"Yes, enjoy them." He sounded stiff, and a little awkward. Oddly enough, Neville only had trouble with the patients who were strangers. It was strange, because it should have been less uncomfortable, but secretly he understood why it was worse. As much as he wanted to, he had no sympathy for the other patients. They hadn't fought in a battle; they hadn't lost everything, or been close to it. They had stories too, but they weren't ones that Neville currently cared to relate to. Luna didn't feel that way, he knew, and he felt extremely guilty that he did.

"Next room?" Luna asked. He couldn't tell whether her cheerfulness was forced or not. She had been that way during the year, too. She always wore a smile, always tried to make he and Ginny feel a little better. That's why things had gotten so much harder after she disappeared. They'd lost their ray of sunshine.

"Yeah," Neville breathed. "Next room…" He felt himself ache a little, for his parents' room. It was odd, that he wanted to see them now, but he did. He hadn't been back since long before seventh year, and it felt appropriate to share the good news with them... Luna knew about all of that now, but he still didn't feel it was right to ask that they stop there. After all, they had more important things to do.

The next patient, lying against the pillows on her bed, sent a swift chill through Neville's lungs. It was Cho Chang. She'd been hit with the Cruciatus Curse many times during the battle, Neville knew. There had been a few hours where they hadn't thought she would make it, and they had rushed her to St. Mungos for care.

For one reason or another, her room was empty. Her parents weren't around, which Neville nearly found suspicious. They were overprotective ministry folk, adamant at making sure Cho had the best healers and potions at her disposal.

"Hi," Neville said. She looked so frail, he could hardly believe she was the girl whose beauty once stunned him into silence. "Do you want our baskets?"

Luna, for once, stood quietly. While her heroism over the year had obviously made peace with most students, she still had little to say to Cho. It was Cho's group of friends who had once created the most misery for her.

Cho nodded, smiling but silent. She didn't want to talk yet, or maybe, Neville realized icily, she couldn't.

"Here." He handed one forward to her, hardly able to watch as her shaking hand accepted it. No, this wasn't right. This was Cho Chang, the strong, popular girl. What happened here? He tried to smile as he muttered something about getting better, wanting nothing more than to run out of the hospital. He needed to see Hannah, or his parents. He wasn't sure why it overcame him so quickly, but it did. His grief had been pent up for far too long.

"Neville?" Luna asked, hesitantly grabbing his arm. They were outside of the room now, folded onto a plastic bench. "What's wrong? Can I help you?" He was shaking, his skin tingling in an ambiguous discomfort. His skin didn't feel right.

"No," he muttered, panting. "I – I don't think you can."

"Oh." She sank beside him, releasing his arm. Neville didn't notice her shattered expression, or the way she wanted nothing more than to be close to him. And so they both sat broken, waiting for someone else to come along and save them.

A/N: That's it for now! Thanks so much for reading, please review!