friends, never ememies ; NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

FORTY-SEVEN

LONDON.                                 ST MUNGOS

The lights were absolutely blinding, y/n could just about separate her eyelids to squint at her surrounding which were clearly foreign to the girl.

Y/n Black, looked opposite herself, where a bare white ceiling stood, an entire curtain looped around where she laid. Tired, she ushered her head to her left where her eyes immediately noticed the two gingers sitting beside her as well as a drip poked into her hand.

In that same hand laid the female gingers hand, it was nice and plump, tucking her finger pads underneath y/n's limp hand, her thumb gently caressed over her gentle skin.

"Mrs. Weasley?" Mollys eye's flicked immediately, Arthur copying as gentle smiles spread across their lips. "what happened to me?" Y/n eyes widened hearing her voice crack, furrowing her brows harder.

"should we tell her or show the paper?" Arthur asked, looking over the other side of y/n where Mad-eye, Lupin and Tonks all stood. Y/n was quick to notice the worried although relieved looks smacked on there faces.

Moody stepped forward, before bending the paper into original shape as he passed it over to y/n. she could barely raise her hand to grasp the paper, flapping it into a sturdier position for her to read.

'THE GIRL WHO LIVES' the heading had written in bold letters at the top of the page. her eyes scanned to the large moving picture at the centre of the page where she looked at an unconscious harry and y/n laying inside Dumbledore's lap, the elderly mans old fingers pressed against her temple as blood seemed to pour from above her brow. the ministry of magic behind him was in absolute smithereens, not one office had a full glass panel of windows in sight and its remains were scattered on the floor she seemed to lie on.

in the small words just beside the shifting images were announcements of another teenager to not undergo the killing curses intentions. Which of course became the talk of the town in the previous four days of y/n's unconsciousness in St. Mungos. it didn't take too long for her lip to tremble.

"dads dead," she told with a quiver in her tone.

The strongest man she found throughout her life to lift her off her feet and carry her into adulthood being ripped right in front of hers and Harry's eyes. His body stumbling into the veil as his body vapoured into nothing. None of it made sense, there wasnt a small speck of it that made sense to take him.

Her stomach twisted, she almost wanted to throw up as a sudden fever rushed through her, her head beginning to sweat whilst her body shivered. All of a sudden a long sharp pain rushed through her lower stomach, filling herself up with shivers as it continued to rush through her thighs and throat. Her face scrunched up and her toes curled in, attempting to bring her legs up to stop the pain but she felt too weak to even try.

she didn't hesitate to bawling her eyes out, her eyes streamed and overflood with tears, brushing through her eyelashes as they plummeted down her cheeks alongside the side of her cheeks, her hands were brought up to her eyes, making an effort to cover her grieving, wrinkled face when a violent jolt formed in her throat.

Tonks was quick to grab the bin from beside her bed and bring it up to y/n's mouth, the girl snatched the bucket to viciously chunder inside of it, it was not a thick texture, rather a thin watered down liquid that slipped past her lips quickly as she continued to gag and retch inside of the bin, inhaling the awful stench of her sick, Molly Weasley arm rubbed the girls back meanwhile Tonks held back her black and blonde strands of hair.