A brown basket full of peonies with a letter attached to it swung from side-to-side on a chubby shy boy's hands as he walked down white corridors looking for three specific numbers against a wall. He gaped up, passing door by door. Seven hundred forty six. He took a deep breath and knocked on the white wooden door. Quick enough, he pressed his ear against the door but heard nothing. He raised his hand to knock one more time but someone had beaten him to it from the other side. The door swung open and he almost fell forward. The boy gaped up and grinned shyly at the old man that had opened the door for him. The man greeted him and let him walk inside. They said their goodbyes and he left the room. The boy looked around the big white room. A large wooden table was placed against the wall facing the bed, filled with flowers and sweets. He turned and looked at her. He still wasn't used to seeing her moving after all he had heard. Though he had seen her asleep earlier that week, and the week before that, and the one before that one... he still wasn't used to it. White silk was all the way down to her elbows and dark blue jeans hugged her lower limbs. Her feet were bare and almost transparent on the white floor. She always looked paler than the last time he would visit. It was just as if instead of being healed, she was getting sicker.

But she looked perfectly fine.

Her hair was wrapped up in what he recognized was a loose bun; strands of her hair hanging down against her face. The boy coughed a little bit and made her turn quickly in alert, her eyes looking ready to stricken, but she stopped herself quick enough before she hurt him. A smile crept up her lips, making her seem to be glowing. ''Neville!'' she said, walking to him and wrapping her arms around him.

''Em?'' Neville said timidly, not hugging back. ''The basket hurts''

''Oh... is- is that for me?'' she said startled after she pulled away, looking down at the basket full of flowers. Neville nodded and an even brighter smile lit up the room. ''You really didn't have to bring me another one, Nev''

''How'd you know I brought you more?'' Neville asked as she took the basket from his hands and placed it among the others.

''Albus told me so,'' Emmeline said absent-mindedly while eyeing the card in her hands. She read it in silent with the same smile on her lips.

''You mean Professor Dumbledore did'' he stated, as if correcting her mistake.

Emmeline looked up from the card and frowned at him. ''Isn't his name Albus?''

''Y-yeah, but he's-''

''Neville, May I ask you a favour?'' she interrupted him, placing the card on the table and walking over to the bed. She sat down in it and looked up at him curiously. He nodded shyly and she asked, ''What is it they say happened to me?''

''Well... Harry, Ron, and Hermione said they saw you get hit by the... you know. But Professor Dumbledore, Hagrid, and Ron's parent say that it was a stunning spell or something like that that made you hit your head pretty hard''

''And do you believe them?''

''I-I don't know who to believe,'' he said miserably, sitting down next to her and looking down bitterly at his hands. ''I mean, you couldn't have been hit by the... you know and be here. But what the others say makes no sense! A-and Harry was sure of what he said happened but they also say they were hit by some spell that confused them. But now I feel like I was the one hit by it'' he mumbled.

Emmeline grinned at this and leaned closer to him and whispered, ''I'll tell you a secret if you promise to keep it, alright?'' He looked up excitedly. It had been probably the first time someone had ever trusted something on him. His face seemed to glow just as much as her smile had not so long ago. He nodded quickly. ''Promise!'' Neville said. She placed both of her hands on his ear while a grin played on her lips. His innocence, the excitement, and how adorable he was made it hard not to smile.

''They're lying''

Neville widened his eyes and gaped up at her. He started stuttering and Emmeline could do nothing but laugh at this. ''H-how are you even alive? But which one of them is lying?''

''That is one secret I will tell you when I can. For now... I trust you will keep this secret, Nev. It is very important for me that you do''

''Don't worry,'' Neville said standing up. ''I will, I promise!''

Emmeline looked up at him, proud and amazed, and stood up too. She leaned down and kissed the top of his head, hugging him tightly. Neville didn't even hesitate and hugged her back right away. He froze, then, when he heard her whisper, ''They'd be so proud of you, Neville'' He didn't know how to react, say, or do. How did she know? Has it been because she was at the same hospital as them? Had she been visiting them? Did she even know them? She must have been a baby when they were... fine. Questions and questions swarmed by Neville's head, but all he could do was close his eyes and nod silently. He wished to push her away and question her about all of this, but, for some reason, all that he felt himself capable of was stand there and feel safe.

Finally I've finished the re-editing! I'm sorry it took so long, but at least I hope it was worth it! To me, it was.
I'll try and upload another chapter some time this week, since this one was rather short. If you had read the story's original chapters, let me know if you like the change or not! Either way, I appreciate the feedback :)