Written for the Challenging Pairing Challenge and My first entry for the 1991 Challenge and The Doctor Who Appreciation Competition Prompt Amy Pond. This collection will be for the 1991 Challenge, but will more than likely include other challenge's too :) I hope you all enjoy, and please review.

Hannah sat in the library, struggling as she always did over her Potions homework. The library was almost empty, the other students already having left for their common rooms to avoid a detention for missing curfew. Hannah was nearly finished, she only had the conclusion to write, but it felt to her like her brain had stalled. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, before packing away her things. She would finish her essay tomorrow.

Leaving the library quickly, she didn't notice she was being followed. As she opened a portrait, a recent discovery thanks to Susan that led to a corridor away from the common room, she found herself immobilised. The portrait was pulled shut behind her and her attacker, and she knew, even if it was possible, no one would hear her scream. She couldn't see the person with her, it was too dark, but she could feel their presence.

"I've been watching you for a while, Miss Abbott. I'm surprised you haven't noticed."

The voice didn't seem familiar to Hannah, it could have been anyone.

"You have...grabbed my attention. You are rather beautiful."

Hannah would have been shaking had she been able, she had never been so scared in all of her life.

"You need not worry, I have no wish to hurt you, I just know that had I approached you in person, you would have run as fast as you could away from me."

It had to be a Slytherin, Hannah thought to herself. They were the only student's she was wary about, the only student's she had never willingly spoke with.

"I find myself with a bit of a dilemma however. The war will begin again in earnest shortly, and I happen to be leaving this year. I will not be able to ensure your safety."

Hannah frowned internally. Was this boy, man, a little unstable. She had obviously never spoken to him before, why would he want to keep her safe?

"I've made you a very strong protective necklace, that I wish for you to wear at all times. It will protect you from most spells, although not Avada Kedavra nor Crucio. It will leave you unable to be imperioused though. I wish you to wear this necklace, and when the war is over, I wish you to wait for me in the great hall of Hogwarts. I will find you. If you decide then that you have no interest in me, then I shall leave you alone."

Hannah tensed inside when she felt the man lean over her, but he was gently placing the necklace on her, fastening it around her neck.

"Goodbye Miss Abbott."

He kissed her head softly, and she felt the immobilisation lift as she heard the portrait close quietly behind him. Putting her hand to the chain around her neck, she couldn't help but wonder if he was telling the truth. Could this necklace keep her safe?

xxxx

The war was over, the battle won, and relief seemed to fill the hall. People walked around, some embracing others, some crying over a lost one, and others, just chatting, glad the fighting was over. Hannah sat in the hall, looking around nervously, wondering if her savior would turn up.

The necklace had saved her from capture, and death countless times over the time of the battle, and had also protected her from the Carrow's over the school year.

A hand on her back startled her, and she turned quickly, standing up as she did. She recognised him as soon as she saw him, recognised him from the quidditch pitch more than anywhere, but she could also feel his presence, the same way she had when he had accosted her in the secret passage.

He smiled at her, and stroked a hand gently on her cheek. She placed her hand on his, smiling back. Reaching up, she kissed him very gently on the lips.

He gestured to the door, suggesting they go somewhere a little quieter. She nodded taking his hand as she did so.

As Hannah walked out of the hall with Marcus, she smiled slightly to herself. Stranger things had happened, and she felt something deep inside her, telling her she was where she was supposed to be.