"Neville!"

Neville looked up from the hospital bed as his grandmother raced into the room.

"Neville, are you all right?" Augusta asked.

"I'm fine, Gran," Neville said. "Just a broken nose... they mostly wanted me in here, you know..."

"I know," Gran said. "Is it true you were abducted?"

"Not exactly," Neville said, but his grandmother wasn't listening; she was checking his face, his arms, and his hair.

"Where's your wand?" Augusta asked as she eyed his bedside table. "You always keep your wand with you."

"Um... about that," Neville said. "I need a new one. I'm - I'm so sorry."

Augusta's face crumpled a little. "Your father's wand? You lost it when the Death Eaters took you there?"

"Nobody took me anywhere," Neville said. "I went on my own accord, to help Harry find his Godfather."

Augusta's eyes widened, and her mouth opened.

For a moment, Neville thought perhaps she would praise him...

But instead, Augusta let out a weird noise.

"You could have been killed."

Neville sat back into his pillow, but not defeated.

He'd never win with her, but he'd make sure they won with those horrible Death Eaters - and for once, he knew he could.