This is just a Pre Chapter
First Chapter up tomorrow
This story belongs and is dedicated to JK Rowling :)
Hannah Abbott took a swig of firewisky and laid her head upon the sticky bar counter. Aberforth gave it to her so that she didn't cry, even though she too felt she was much too young to become dependent on it. He like everyone else in this world had seen far too many tears, many that he hated to recall, many spilt from eyes as beautiful as Hannah's electric blue ones. The walls were bright with a yellow glow that hadn't been seem in Hogwarts since the fall of dumbledore, since the golden trio had disapeared and taken with them all signs of hope. But a foggy darkness clouded Hannah's mind. She was alone.
Aberforth hated that students who were a part of the DA had slowly become regulars in his bar, Hannah knew it, but she couldn't keep herself away. Greif surged through her veins like ice, tightening her skin, making her feel clammy and hard as stone. Firewisky however had a knack for making you feel warm, like happiness was real. A feeling Hannah hadn't been able to find since her mother died. Since death reared its ugly head and robbed her of her innocence.
"Alright, Han?" Aberforth muttered, knowing she wasn't.
"Fine." She replied, knowing he wouldn't believe her.
It was just in that moment that a boy slid himself into the chair beside her. Neville Longbottom appeared not to be the pudgy, lonely, hopeless little boy he had been. Except when you looked into his eyes, at the right time of night, when hope drained from the world faster than you could say dementor.
He has bags under his eyes and gentle stubble across his chin, a thick purple bruise was nestled near his jaw, a little dried blood glistened on the side of his neck. He was their leader now, Dumbledore's army. Hannah didn't really know Neville well, he spent his days in silence. That is unless he was resisting the Carrows or whispering in Luna Lovegood's ear.
"Hello Hannah." He slurred, unable to talk properly.
Hannah bit her lip trying to figure out what to say. This was it. The greatest defence they had. Hannah couldn't help but be worried.