Hello, all! This is just a little introduction to something I hope will eventually become much bigger. Even though I have so many other things I'm writing right now, this was one of those things I had. to. get. out. Neville Longbottom is my favorite Harry Potter character, and since I'm definitely NOT a Luna/Neville shipper (although I do love Luna) I thought there should be a little bit more back-story about how Hannah and Neville ended up married.
Anyways, this is how I imagined their first encounter. I hope you enjoy, I don't own any of the characters or places.
Hannah Abbott wasn't concentrating quite as well as she should have. Not that she was very good at concentrating in the first place, she had always been a bit of a scatter brain. "Dumb blonde" they called her in the primary school, which her muggle father forced her to attend. But by tomorrow it wouldn't matter that they called her names or threw stones when she (on accident!) made daisies grow out their ears. In less than twenty-four hours, she would be whizzing right along on the Hogwarts Express.
She absolutely couldn't wait. She hadn't stopped thinking about it since she woke up that morning, although she probably should have. If she had snapped out of her daze for just a moment, she would have realized that she had gotten off on the wrong floor. Her mother, who worked as a healer on the third story of St Mungos, let Hannah bring flowers from the gardens at home to patients. Sometimes she even played chess with them, just to help pass the time. But as Hannah shuffled along, large vase of Umbrella Flowers obstructing her view, she hardly even noticed that she was walking down the corridor of the fourth floor, straight towards the long-term care facility.
I wonder if anyone else collects chocolate frog cards at Hogwarts. I'm sure they do, maybe even more than me. Or, what if I have the most! She set down her vase on a table next to a bed and arranged them absent-mindedly. People would be so impressed, I bet I'd make a lot of friends. Unless chocolate frog cards aren't cool. Then I guess I better hide them in my trunks or something.
Smiling brightly and twisting one of her pigtails, she turned around to say hello to Gregory Demus, who she had been visiting for the past week. Only, the old man covered in purple stripes wasn't there to say hello back. Instead, there was a gaunt face with eyes like saucers staring emptily up at her.
"Oh!" Hannah squeaked, jumping back. Frantically looking around, she finally realize what she had done. On the other side of the bed the women was sitting on was an old witch with an enormous stuffed vulture on her hat and a young, moon-faced boy. He looked both mortified and furious, and as the two made eye contact, a dark blush creeped from his cheeks to his ears.
Panicked, she tried to stutter out an explanation. And then, realizing that there was no way she could talk herself out, she turned around and ran.
As she stood outside the Spell Damage ward catching her breath, she thought to herself, "At least I don't ever have to ever see them again."