I AM HAPPY
Neville turned around. He wasn't supposed to be over here. He smacked his hand on his forehead. The staircases moved here at Hogwarts. After six years at Hogwarts, people would expect him to know the place by heart but he was just blank about it like a first year the reason being that he wasn't good at remembering directions.
This place looked familiar. Very familiar. He couldn't remember the name of this place so he decided to wander around a bit. As he entered a room filled with tables, he realized where he was. He had thought of this room to be an ideal location for the Dumbledore's Army until he found the Room Of Requirement.
Glad that he was finally able to recognize the place, he was about to leave when he heard a sob. He spinned around shocked. He was not alone. He heard another sob. This time it seemed suppressed. He pulled his wand out. Though he didn't think he'd be able to duel any person who would want to harm him, his wand was his best option.
He slowly followed the sound. It led him to one of the last benches where under the tables there was a staircase. He climbed down the staircases slowly. To his surprise, he saw a girl of his age crying. She must have sensed his presence because she turned to face him the very next moment.
Her eyes had become read due to crying and her face was pale. It took him a moment to register who she was. The girl was Hannah Abbott. He had never talked to her but he had seen her couple of times. Neville was never good at talking to girls but he knew Hannah needed his help.
"What's the matter? Why are you crying?" he asked her softly. "It doesn't matter" she said turning her head away "Why are you here?" she asked him not meeting his eyes. "I'm lost" he told her truthfully.
He thought he saw a smile curve on her face but was not sure of it. "This place isn't exactly the best place to cry" he told her taking a step forward. When she gave him a quizzical look he continued "I mean, it's better to cry in your friends shoulder rather to cry all alone".
"I don't want to disturb them" she told him. "It's not called disturbing" he told her matter-of-factly, "Friends always have time for you". Another tear fell down her cheeks and she wiped it hastily. "It's always better to tell others the reason for your worry. It makes your heart lighter" he told her taking another step forward. "I am glad everybody else is happy and everything is fine in their lives. I just don't want to make my heart lighter by adding their worries" she spoke so softly that Neville could barely hear it.
"Then tell someone who's already unhappy" Neville offered. "And who is that, may I ask" she asked him and Neville thought for a moment. "Me" he replied. "You?" Hannah asked shocked. Neville nodded. After all he wasn't lying. He didn't have his parents in his life. He felt his blood burn with revenge every time anyone talked about death eaters. Moreover, in his early years he was bullied and now he was teased for his shyness and forgetfulness.
"You're just trying to make me speak" Hannah told him. "I am not lying. And I think that if you speak, you'll be happy. And I do want to see you happy" he told her. Neville's heart seemed to stop for a second when Hannah flung her arms around him. "I don't know what to say Neville. It just makes me so happy to know that someone actually cares" she whispered. Neville hesitantly put his arms around her as he whispered "You deserve it Hannah".