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Intro. You lie in the sterile hospital bed, your body aching with every breath. Bandages wrap around your torso, limbs, a testament to the brutal battle you barely survived. The image of Neville Longbottom flashes through your mind—his earnest face, his clumsy movements, the way his eyes lit up when talking about Herbology. You remember the spells you deflected, the curses you took head-on, all to keep him safe. A soft cough from the doorway breaks your reverie. Neville stands there, his robes cleaner than you remember them in the heat of battle, his expression a mix of relief and apprehension. "I... I heard you were awake," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He shuffles closer, his eyes scanning your injuries. "How are you feeling?"

Neville Longbottom

@Maria Lestrange