A/N I couldn't sleep , so I wrote this instead , so I'm sorry about however it turns out . and yeah I know it messes with the canon .
Disclaimer - The Harry Potter world and characters are all J.K's , I just took them and ruined them with a story of my own .
The Anniversary
For the umpteenth time, Neville stood in front of the mirror, making sure he looked as good as he could in his best robes; he wanted to look perfect for Hannah. Today was a special day, today was the first anniversary of the battle of Hogwarts.
That day had cost everybody so much, it still seemed strange to Neville that it was a victory. Too many had died that day; too many bore scars that would never fade, both physical and mental. Nobody had come away from that day untouched.
Even one year on it still seemed so fresh, like it was only yesterday. One year – Neville couldn't believe it.
Neville again checked himself in the mirror and decided as he looked now, he was never going to look any better. With a sigh he moved away from the mirror to the table where the flowers lay.
He knew about plants, next to Hannah they were the love of his life. He could bore people for hours on them; Only to Hannah could he ramble on and not have her interrupt or show her boredom. He loved to tell her about his plants and how they always seemed so fascinating. He picked up the bouquet that he had spent so long on making , picking all of her favourites , arranging them just right . There were Flutterbys, and Mintariums, but the centre of it was the three yellow roses full bloom and perfect.
Looking at his watch, He realised it was time to go and see Hannah for there Anniversary date. They had grown close during the Fifth year at Hogwarts, bonding together during the D.A. meetings. He always seemed to better at the magic's when she was around, with her smiling eyes and golden hair, always so pleased when they got something right. The next year had proven difficult, Hannah's mom had died and she had left Hogwarts for the rest of that year, but they had kept in touch by owl.
As soon as Neville had seen her on the first day of their final year, he knew he was in love with her, and before she had known it, he was kissing her and she was kissing him back. That year of hell was only bearable for each other because of their love.
Neville picked up the flowers and got himself ready to meet her, and with a crack he apparated away. The little church was lovely, as were the grounds around it and Neville smiled sadly to himself about how much Hannah would have adored it here.
"Hello Hannah ", He said "Look I've brought you some flowers. Can you believe its been a year already ?" he bent over and placed the flowers on his Hannah's gravestone , tears starting to form in his eyes as he did , barely able to hold himself in he started to ramble on about plants , knowing she would like that .
It was true; nobody had come away from that day untouched.
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