Longbottom

Neville eyes futtered open, he felt like he had been hit by the night bus. He groaned realizing that he was in the infirmary. The last thing he remembered was the confrontation with Hermione. He wasn't the father of her baby, she had been lying to him all along. He looked around, why was he in the infimary, what had happened?. The baby, had something had happened to the baby?. He started panicing, if something had happen to it, Neville didn't know what he was going to do. Tears threaten to fall, he looked around for Madame Pomphrey. He didn't want to move, afraid it would harm the baby. He put his hand lightly on his stomach, praying. He wished that Barty was there, he needed him so much. Finally he saw Madame Pomphrey, who strolled in. Upon seeing Neville, Poppy quickly ran over to him. "The baby, how's the baby," Neville asked. Looking up at Poppy witrh pleading eyes. "Both baby's are healthy Longbottom," said Poppy smiling down at him. "Both, you mean I'm having twins?," Neville asked, feeling faint. Poppy smiled and nodded at him. Neville couldn't believe it, he was going to have two children, instead of one. Love swelled up inside him, he could feel tears run down his face. he wanted so desperately to tell Barty, then the whole Hermione situation came back to him. "What happened to Hermione?," he asked Poppy. Who was looking uneasy about telling him. "Mr. Longbottom, I want you to rest, I'll tell you later." Poppy said pulling the covers back over Neville. "Please Madame Pomphrey, I need to now," Neville said pleading with the witch. "Miss Granger was sent to Azkaban, but escaped killing to Aurors." Poppy said frowning, she still couldn't get over Miss Granger's behavior, who knew. Neville was shocked, he didn't think that Hermione would that far in killing someone. But also didn't know that she would lie to him about the baby. The only good that came out of the situation, was that he was not the father. He however felt sorry for Ron, for having to deal with the twit. He looked at Poppy, he knew there was something else. Was it Barty, was something wrong with him?. "Please," he begged the nurse. Poppy looked like she was going to protest, but stopped. "Its Mr. Weasley." "Ron?," Neville asked looking confused. "Miss Granger confessed to killing him." Poppy said no longer hiding her tears. Neville felt sick, why would Hermione do this. He felt sorry for the Weasley family, Ron had always been a good friend to him. He bowed his head, crying for his friend. What was going to happen to the baby. With Hermione as a mother, who knew. He looked at Poppy, wanting to ask her about Barty but was afraid. Poppy looked down at Neville. She knew about that Mr. Crouch was the baby's father, at first she been concerned about Lopngbottom. With the father being a Death Eater and all, but she figured there was probably more to the story. "Mr. Crouch escaped the Auror's as well." Neville looked relieved, he put hand over his waist protectively. He was glad that Barty was okay, now he could tell about the babies. "By the way Neville, Mr. Crouch know." Poppy said looking guilty. Neville eyes widen, "He WHAT?"

 Barty opened his eyes, who could see the moon shining from the tiny window of his cell. He felt betrayed and angry. Betrayed by his Lord, the man he helped all last year, because of him Voldemort got his body back. And this is how he is repayed. Barty looked out the window, promising himself, that once he got out of here. He was going to help Potter, destroy the bastard. His thoughts shifted to Neville, was he alright?. He looked arounf he had to find a way out of here. He needed to protect his Neville, from that mudblood bitch. Barty vowed right then to do anything in his power, to protect his family from that crazed whore. She was not going to destroy the only thing he had left.