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[the_iscariot]

Who? Open, known players Fenrir, Severus, Bellatrix and Lucius
What? Outpatient care

When? A day or so after Tonks’ visit to Lucius
Why? Because the Dark Lord said so

Severus walked into St. Mungo’s with his hood thrown over his head. No one paid much attention to him and his associate. All around him the hospital mumbled and pulsed. A

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[longbottom_heir]

Neville was sitting with his parents when he heard a flurry of activity coming from outside the ward. "Mum? Dad? I'm going to see what's going on."

Several young medi-witches and wizards were crowded around the desk. "What's happened?" Neville recognized two of them as former students just graduated. "Kelly? Erik?"

"They say - there's Death Eaters in the lobby." Kelly spoke in a rush. "I think someone's called for help but..."

"Lock down the ward." Neville drew his wand and conjured several patronuses and sent them out to reach Harry or Tonks any member of the Order. "Lock it down and stay inside with your patients. Don't come out."

He had a very good idea what the Death Eaters were after. He conjured another Patronus - a large silvery grim looking Thestral and sent it ahead of him to find out what was gong on. He waited until the ward was locked down before moving slowly towards the section where Lucius Malfoy was being held.

[the_iscariot]

Severus walked slowly, throwing disarming spells where he could and avoiding hexes. With Fenrir running around, no one paid much attention to a man walking upright, posed and calm. If he could get in and out without fighting...

Inaction. Weakness. You were not built for this. Inaction. Fear...you are his Lord's chosen. You are his servant. You want to fight.

He saw a Patronus bounding towards him and repulsed it with his charm. He kneeled a little, and looked up. Thankful for his Mask. He readjusted the grip on his wand. He recognized the face. The Patronus.

This time he wouldn't drop his wand.

"Back off." He warned.

Part of him wished he wouldn't.

[longbottom_heir]

"No." Neville knew, somewhere he knew when he'd heard about the Death Eaters that Snape would be behind one of the masks.

Keeping his wand level, Neville almost wished they were back to brawling again.

"You're not taking him out of this hospital."

[the_iscariot]

It's a simple thing. Two words. He deserves it, doesn't he?

He tilted his head from one side to another. "I don't want to hurt you." He lied. Somewhere off on his own, Fenrir howled. He could hear bones cracking. He flinched.

"You don't have a say in the matter," He raised his voice. "LUCIUS! We're checking out!" He raised his wand, and aimed at Neville. You have to mean it. "Stupefy!"

[longbottom_heir]

"Liar."

Neville's hand flew up. "PROTEGO!"

He glowered at Snape. "This is going to hurt more than just a broken nose." He raised his wand again and aimed it at Snape..

[the_iscariot]

"You know..." He cooed. "You're right."

Just once, without the mask.

"I'll tell Luna you were brave." He threw the hex before he could think not to. "Sectrumsempra!"

[longbottom_heir]

Neville opened his mouth but only a wet gurgling sound came out as he clutched his throat and fell.

[the_iscariot]

It took everything in Severus, every ounce of strength and resolve to pull away. He watched as Neville slumped forward and advanced to him. Kneeling, careful the others didn't see him, Snape muttered a healing charm, making sure he wouldn't bleed out but leaving the scar and the pain.

"This is Dumbledore's army," He snarled dangerously. "Dumbledore's cattle." He rose, refusing to acknowledge what had just happened. "Do you really think you can beat me?" He laughed, then, moving off. "Good thing you're in a hospital."

[oddlylunalu]

Luna winced as she moved through the halls, the bitter copper-like taste of her own blood in her mouth. She was too focused to worry about her on injuries at the moment, she had to find...

"Neville!"

She cried as she saw him laying on the floor. Rushing to his side she collapsed down on the floor beside him and cradled his head with her un-hurt arm.

[longbottom_heir]

Neville's voice came out in a hoarse croak. "luna!" He hurt but his concern was on her. " Not safe. Took Malfoy...Bellatrix...

[oddlylunalu]

"Shhhh, I know...they've gone love. Bellatrix she got away with Lucius." She forgot that she was still bleeding in some areas and her arm was starting to hurt worse. "But that doesn't matter right now, we have to get you looked at." Drawing her wand she did the few healing spells she knew over him, attempting to give him the ability to walk at least. If not, well hurt arm or not she'd carry him if she had to.

[longbottom_heir]

First he rolled to his knees and pushed himself up from there. He could feel the healing spells start to work. His throat still *hurt* but he wasn't in agony.

Reaching out he ran his hands over his wife. "Come on. Let's go. Are you alright?"

[oddlylunalu]

She looks at him and fights the urge to hold onto him and never let go. She was just so thankful that he was alright.

Reaching up she wiped at the gash on her forehead and nodded. "It could have been much worse. Let's go love, might want to keep your wand at the ready, I had to stupefy a few Death Eaters on the way here."