Harry strolled into the pub, his eyes adjusting to the din before walking towards the bar. "MLE. You had a brawl?"

"Aye. Large one. Three men." Harry nodded, following him towards the back of the bar. "We them em' in the back. Didn't want other people to see the ruckus."

Rolling his eyes, Harry watched as the barman threw open the door to the stock room. There were three obviously stunned men lying on the floor. He sighed. "They were fighting?"

"Yeah. They were fightin' and we stunned 'em. One of 'em lost their wand in the fight. Not sure where it went."

"Alright. Just let us know if you find it." Harry knelt next to the men, turning one of their chins over slowly. "Who cast the charm?"

"Dunno."

Harry turned and threw the man a glare.

"Oi. I don't know who cast it, I just know they fell to the floor in a heap and stopped fighting in my bar!"

Harry stood. "They're going to need to go to St. Mungo's. I have no idea what they were hit with and since you don't know who with them with it." He sighed. "Have you tried to revive them?"

"Yeah. They wouldn't rouse."

"Great." Harry flicked his wand at the three men and tried to wake them. It didn't work. "I'm going to need a pint of firewhisky."

The barman raised an eyebrow before leaving, returning with a large bottle of Ogden's Old. Harry grabbed it from him, performing an emergency portkey. "You need to help me get them to touch it."

"You can't?"

Harry looked back up at the man with narrowed eyes. "Yes. Help me."

Harry and the barman managed to get all three men to touch the portkey before Harry apparated them to the lobby of St. Mungo's. He stood, shrinking the bottle and sticking it into his pocket. Might as well get something out of this.

"I need Gi-" He shook his head. She wasn't here anymore. He stared at the medi-witch for a second, not sure who to ask for. "Oh! Neville. Longbottom. Is he here?"

The medi-witch nodded. "He's working the clinic, so you're in luck. I'll have him brought down."

Neville had just finished calming a distraught mother down when his page-bracelet started to vibrate and turn red. He looked down at it and frowned at the words that scrolled across.

'Requested by name. MLE Auror. Three bodies in tow. Emergency main lobby.

After reading the message, it started to reply and he looked up at the mother.

"I promise, Mrs. Thornewhistle, little Nick here just had a bit too much fun with his father's wand, obviously showing off, for what good that did him. I'll give a note to a medi-witch in the clinic and she'll write up a potion you can get to make the spots go away. I've been requested in the emergency ward, and it's something I must take care of."

When the woman finally let go of his robes, he quickly left and handed off the folder to an amused med-witch and leaned against the counter to one of the nurses.

"Will you let Emergency Main know I'm on my way? Thanks." With that, Neville took off at a quick walk to the lobby he was needed in. When he got there, his eyebrows shot up. "Harry! What are you doing here? Something wrong?"

Harry smiled. "These three got in a bar fight. I got called in. That's the second time I've gone to a bar and found the people passed out." He motioned to the three on the ground. "They won't wake up, and I know you're the best." He grinned. "Second best, I suppose, but seeing as she's not here any longer...."

Neville laughed. "Oh shove off," he said. "You know that if it weren't protocol to send anyone picked up by the MLE here, you'd be in Ginny's waiting area right now. And also, Gin may be amazing, but when it comes to minds? Well, let's just say I have more of one than Snape liked to say."

He tapped his wand to the bracelet. "Three intoxicated. Emergency Main Lobby. Standard pick up with MLE." Almost at once, medi-witches and wizards appeared and started taking the three men to separate rooms. Neville looked up and grinned at Harry.

"Well, now that business is out of the way, care for a quick chat with some tea in my pathetic excuse for a break room?"

Harry nodded, motioning for Neville to lead the way. He was supposed to stay to make sure the drunks were alright anyway. "So you've proved Snape wrong, yeah? That's a good thing. He never gave you much credit." He shrugged out of his outer robes and followed Neville. "What have you been up to?"

"Nothing as glamorous as you, Mr. Auror. Finally pass have you?" He motioned to a lift and pressed a button to take them up, and waited for it to arrive. "I traveled out of school and got a lot of research abroad. Got my herbologist certificate abroad as well, and came home and worked on my medi-wizardry. Mind healing is what I do. I'd like to think I'm rather good at it." They entered the lift. "So, any other news from you?"

"How's Mac?" Harry grinned when he saw Neville look at him out of the corner of his eye. "Was her dress alright? I think I should murder you for the torture she put me through that day."

Neville laughed. "It was very nice, but she wasn't in it for long."

Harry rose his eyebrow at Neville in the mirrored reflection of the elevator doors. "Oh really? Well, I'm fairly sure I would have known if something had happened because I'm sure she would have came right over and talked to me about it, even though I have specifically told her not to. Ever." Harry leaned back against the wall of the elevator, tossing a look at Neville. "You went abroad, yeah? That must have been nice."

Neville blushed. "I didn't mean it like that. We went to the Leaky and got into a bar fight, so I took her back to my place and made us dinner. She, er, put on one of my shirts and then we sort of... wrestled in my living room and then watched a movie." He cleared his throat and tapped his foot nervously. "So, yeah. All over the world. It was fun."

Shaking his head, Harry headed off the lift as the door opened. "Yes. That does sound like a nice evening." He sighed, trying to ignore how sad it was that Mac was the last woman he'd been with. Or really been interested in. At all. He felt the need to tell Neville that he better not hurt her, but he knew that would be stupid. One, Mac would kill him if he hurt her. Two, Brody would kill him if he hurt her. Three? He was Neville.

"Well, at least it was worth it for her, I suppose."

The lift bell dinged and before the multitude of people waiting in the hallway could enter the lift, Neville pushed his way out. Once they were clear of the mob, he turned back to Harry.

"For what it's worth, the dress was very nice, and I suspect we'll go some nice places so she can show it off, even though I suspect she enjoyed us fighting more than anything else."

Neville opened the small break room door and there was a group of young training medi-witches in the corner who instantly giggled when Harry and Neville entered. Both rolled their eyes and went to the other side of the breakroom, but as soon as they reached the table with drinks and food, Neville's bracelet vibrated.

"For once, I'd like to have a bit of a social life! Merlin!" he huffed as he looked down at the bracelet.

No response from one of the intoxicated. Alarming vitals. Brain activity low. Request consultation. Room 2435.

"Damn," Neville said with a frown.

"What is it?" Harry leaned forward looking at the thing on Neville's wrist. "Alright, I've heard of people being shackled to work, but this is a little insane, Nev." He stood up. "Did that say one of the drunks are responding?"

"And the vitals and brain activity are low. That's really not good. Come on," Neville said while rushing out of the break room. He pushed an emergency button on the lift and immediately the doors opened to an empty lift. When the doors closed, Neville tapped his wand to the doors. "Floor two, ward four." Almost immediately the doors opened to medi-witches and wizards running around shouting at each other. Neville quickly made his way to room 2435 and walked up to the bed. "What happened?"

The medi-wizard closest to Neville answered. "We gave him sober-up, and then when he wouldn't respond to Ennervate we tried to draw him out with a waking potion, but his blood pressure and pulse dropped, as well as his breathing. When we tried to stabilize him, he went into a coma."

During the discussion, Neville's face became more puzzled. "But that doesn't make any sense."

Harry had stayed behind Neville, stepping back to let the medi-wizards work. He'd gotten a few ear-fulls from Gin when she'd yelled at him for hovering, especially during the war. He took a step forward, hoping that if they had more information it might help. "He was probably hit with a simple stunner spell."

Neville shook his head and skimmed through the man's chart. "No, if he was hit with a stunner, then Ennervate would have woken him. Ennervate kick-starts the magical core which automatically brings someone to consciousness," he explained distractedly. "Why is there no medical history on here? Or any identification?"

"There wasn't any wand on him," one of the medi-wizards explained.

Harry's eyebrows furrowed. "No. He had one clutched in his hand. One of the other guys lost their wand in the fight." He looked between the medi-witches. "We couldn't find the other one, but he had one in his hand. I'm sure of it."

The medi-wizard shook his head. "It wasn't his. The wand in his hand belonged to that gentleman over there," he pointed to a man rubbing his head on a bed about ten feet away. "He still doesn't have a wand."

"Well, wand or no, I have a solution to wake him up, so can I get some help, here?" Everyone moved out of Neville's way as he waved his wand over the unconsious body. The numbers already over the body indicating the man's vitals didn't change, but an extra number came up. Neville scowled, but then his eyes widened.

"Oh shit," he breathed out.

"That's impossible!" the medi-wizard said in alarm.

"Tell me you checked that you didn't just give a muggle spells and potions that could kill him!" Neville said hysterically.

Harry looked between the men's faces, his heart starting to race. Neville wasn't usually one to panic, and him doing so did not mean good things. "Wait. What?" Harry looked back down at the man. "Muggle?" He shook his head, not understanding. "Why would it kill him?"

"Remember when I said that Ennervate kick starts magical cores? On a muggle who doesn't have a magical core it's almost like kick-starting his heart, which could give him a heart attack, but it wouldn't wake him up. And the two standard potions used after Ennervate fails are used to draw magic slowly out of a magical core instead of kick-starting it. On muggles, it doesn't draw out of a magical core. It draws out life forces. It's slowly draining him of life." Neville quickly turned back to the all the medical staff. "Alright, try to get natural ingredients to neutralize the potions, alright? No magical ones either!"

He turned away in a huff. "I have no idea how to stop the potions. Every way I know deals with purely magical plants. Oh damn it!"

Harry looked down at the man, thinking that he should have checked to make sure he was a wizard at the scene. "What the hell was he doing at a wizarding bar? You don't just wander into a place like that." He looked over at Neville. "Do you think he's a squib?"

Neville shook his head. "No, the man registered no magical core whatsoever. Squibs have cores, but no magic. Ennervate would have worked, as well. I don't think we've ever had this problem, because even when muggles are brought here, one of the first spells done is to check magical cores. It's procedure. I guess they thought that since he had a wand, they assumed he was magical." He turned to Harry. "Maybe he was a friend of a wizard in the bar or something? Wouldn't it have been warded like the Leaky?"

"I have no idea." Harry didn't know what to do. This was out of his area of expertise. He was at a loss as to what- "Hermione!"

Harry's eyebrows furrowed when Neville turned to look at him. "She does... something with beakers... Merlin, why do I always tune her out when she starts to talk about her job!" He ran a hand through his hair, trying to remember why her name had popped into his head. "Her boss is doing something with this. Wizarding and Muggle genetics or something else equally as boring. Do you think it could help?" He looked up hopefully at Neville.

Neville didn't want to get his hopes up, but the study was sounding perfect right about now. "It sounds amazing. I don't guess you tuned her out after she mentioned where she worked or who she worked for? An owl would probably be best."

"Hamlet?" Harry snorted. "No. That's a play. Hancher? No! Hamlin. His name is Dr. Hamlin." Harry looked at Neville with a smile. "I do pay attention. My brain just locks the information away."

He just gave Harry a look. "Right." Neville turned back to the staff leaning over the man. "I want him transferred out of emergency and into critical at the soonest possible time. I'll be working on neutralizing the potions. Nothing magical goes near him without me knowing, got it?"

Neville sent an apologetic grin to Harry. "Sorry to say I'm going to have to ask for a rain cheque on our chat. I need to owl this doctor so we can get this poor bloke out of here."

"Yeah. Don't worry about it. We can do it some other time." He nodded, looking at the man one last time. "I hope Hamlin can help. I don't think Hermione would work for an idiot."

He snorted. "I don't know," he said with a grin. "She stuck with you all these years, hasn't she?"

Harry glared at Neville, a smile on his lips. "I guess so."

"Thanks for the info, Harry. Really. Hope you have a good rest of the day."

"I get to go back to work. How good do you think it can be?" He smiled before waving and making his way out of the room.

"I bet it's better than dress shopping with Mac!" Neville shouted after him with a grin of his own.

[Summary]: Harry gets called to yet another incident with drunks at a bar. He takes them to Neville at St. Mungo's, but finds out there's a bit of a problem.