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A/N-So I was thinking about how I've loved Neville and Hannah together since I heard they ended up together and this was created.
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Neville stood in what used to be the Paved Courtyard, attempting to clean up all of the rubble and debris without much success. He picked up a small portion of a brick that had fallen off of a wall and threw it to the other side of the ruined courtyard. He sighed and looked up at the destroyed school that was his second home. It was no use to try and clean up the mess made from the battle that had occurred the previous night and early that morning. Hogwarts was ruined, and it would take a lot more than magic to put it back together.
"Hey you," called a voice, breaking through the silence that had built around the 17 year old wizard as people had begun to go home. Neville looked up and saw Hannah Abbott walking toward him. Hannah was one of Neville's best friends. They had never been very close until the previous September, the beginning of their seventh year. Neville had decided to restart Dumbledore's Army, and Hannah had been one of the first to jump at the idea of starting the secret group once again. The two had grown closer when Neville told her how Bellatrix Lestrange has tortured his parents into insanity, something Hannah was shocked to learn.
Neville stood and waited for her to make her way over to him. Hannah's face was covered in dirt and dry blood, and her eyes were red as if she had been crying. Neville wondered if she'd lost anyone in the battle. It was bound to have happened to her. It seemed as if everyone had lost someone important to them in the battle.
After what seemed like hours, Hannah came to a stop in front of Neville. She pushed a strand of blond hair behind her ear and tried to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. The usual spark in her blue eyes was gone, replaced by sadness and exhaustion. Neville took in how bad she looked and knew he probably looked ten times worse. He tried a small smile at her and picked up a rock. He wanted to throw it, but he didn't. He just held it in his hand and stared at Hannah, who sighed and looked up at the morning sky, shoving her hands into her pockets. "Last night was…" she trailed off, not sure how to describe the previous night, not sure it she wanted to. Neville wasn't quite sure he wanted to describe it either.
"It was brave what you did," Hannah started again, looking at him, "cutting of the head of You-Know-Who's snake."
Neville shrugged and said, "I just did what Harry told me to."
"But You-Know-Who, he was standing right there when you did it," she argued.
Neville shrugged again then said, "Voldemort." Hannah jumped a little at the mention of his name and Neville shook his head. "He's dead, Hannah. It's okay to say his name."
"I know, but it's weird. I've been calling him You-Know-Who for as long as I can remember." She shrugged at him. Neville understood though. That was the first time he'd called Voldemort by his name. He'd always called Voldemort You-Know-Who too, but last night had changed Neville. He didn't feel like the worthless git who was afraid of everything anymore. He felt important, brave even.
Hannah opened her mouth to say something then hesitated and shut it. They stood in an awkward silence. Neville fidgeted with the rock he was holding in his hand until Hannah finally said, "I'd better go find Ernie and Justin." Neville watched her walk away. He couldn't help but think there was something special about Hannah Abbott.
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I wrote this in about 10 minutes, so I hope it's okay. Reviews are always appreciated!