Typical Gryffindor

Neville/Luna/Hannah

Belongs and is dedicated to JK Rowling.

Also, the lay out and style of the room of requirement looking like the decks of an old ship is just how I see it, so yeah :) Enjoy and Review if you have comments or advice!

Lying in her bunk in the room of requirement she could here people sleeping. It was the softest sound, the kind of sound that made you sure that if danger struck you would have to protect every dormant mind, every resting soul.

Nevilles farmiliar snorts, because it took someone like Neville to snore truly differently, came out of a dark corner. He had made this place, and it was like in exchanged they let him keep to himself; his bunk seperate. His dreams distant.

Something caught Hannahs eye over the sea of hammocks. On top of a bookshelf next to Nevilles bed was a small red box. It looked to be a childs music box, it had a dial which made it muggle made. Sleeplessness often tormented Hannah, thoughts of her beautiful mother infested her thoughts like a drug, making her feel an all time high yet leaving her to fall as she remembered her mother was gone. So she slipped from her bunk, tying her dresssing gown over the T-Shirt she wore to bed and sneaking amoung the sleeping boddies.

She knew she had no right, private property was private. But that bright red box was so intriguing and it was muggle made. No one had much muggle made stuff, and this box was so beautiful.

"Lumos." She murmured, sweeping her blonde hair out of her face and up into a bun.

She reached Nevilles corner quickly, it looked the captins quaters of an old ship. The walls were wooden and damp, neville slept in a army green hammock, his bruises less frightening in the half light of her wand. A photo in a tarnished frame sat at his side, his mother and father holding him as a baby. He was such a small baby. Neville turned and she felt her breath catch in her lungs, shoving her wand into her pocket to hide the light.

"I'm sorry. We couldn't save her. I'm so sorry. I know I know, I tried. Please don't she's everything. No. No. NO-" But the last of his sleeping rambles was lost as he turned over burying his face in his pillow with another deep snore.

Luna had returned only a few days ago, but Neville's nightmares of her dying had never stopped. He had told her about the, after she had found him screaming in his sleep. Luna was still being held by the death eaters. He was truly terrified she would never return, he dreamed of going to her father and telling him he couldn't save her. That she was long dead.

Hannah had listened and held him as he shook with anger and fear, the light in his eyes fading; determination leaving him and desperation ruling his thoughts. He seemed such a small boy, so young and vulnerable despite his battle scars. Hannah tried to silence her selfishness, her silent prayer that Luna would never return. It made her want to vommit, to run, to not be that girl that wants beyond the help of others. But it hurt so much to listen to him so desperately wanting her, when she so desperately wanted him. Her mother was dead and she shouldn't have wished that loss on anyone. But thats the cruelty of humanity, we never quite learn anything. Not really.

Opening the red box finally, she heard a soft tinkle and snapped the box shut.

Idiot. Its a music box... they make noise. Neville didn't stir though, he snores unbroken.

"Silencio." She whispered, casting a spell to silence the music. The music. She recognised it, she had heard it before, when she had left the empty room go to the bar with everyone else. The music had echoed up the hallway as she walked back from the bar early, the sound of tears adding their own vocals to the decaying piano song. Neville had cried when he opened this box.

Curiosity and selfishness to know Neville better than anyone, than Luna, pushed her to open the little wooden box. The song silenced by her spell, she saw its contents for the first time, it was filled to the brim with tiny sweet wrappers. An engraving into the top of the box read,

We had this made for you dear Neville,

Our new baby boy,

Without magic so that one day you can listen to the music and remember we love you,

No matter who you are.

Despite all we have done, YOU are our greatest triumpth.

We love you forever,

Forever proud,

Your Mum and Dad.

A heat rose in Hannahs whole body as shen slumped to the floor leaning against the bookshelf, tears choked her eyes. She knew the message must mean the world to Neville. But she didn't understand the sweet wrappers. She had a feeling she had seem Neville with one of those wrappers before.

"Hannah?" Nevilles voice came.

She started and almost dropped the box.

"I- I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have- Private- I- Sorry!" She explained, dropping the box awkwardly onto his bunk and backing away her arms crossed as she backed away.

"Han, its alright." Neville seemed to be smiling.

"Thats such a beautiful message." Hannah trembled, still trying not to cry as Nevilled stepped down from his hammock and sat next to her, placing his arm around her shoulder.

He strocked her hair for a moment, until she was just hiccuping gently, tears gone.

"They give me hope you know. That I can do something, that we can. My gran made sure I always knew how great they were. How great I should be. The fact that they loved me so much, makes me wonder. If maybe they raised me. Maybe that I could have been stronger, acted out faster." He said, answering all the questions Hannah couldn't bring herself to ask.

"Its frightening. That its up to us." She giggled, something about the laughter just pushed itself up. Perfect for the moment.

"You know the sweet wrappers, they could help you as much as they help me, if you want. I keep them in there because-"

"Neville, have the wrackspurts woken you. I've heard them buzzing too." Came Luna's voice out of the dark.

Neville let go of Hannah like she had given him an electric shock, a grin spreading on his face at Luna's voice.

"No Looney, just helping Hannah with something, but she's going back to bed now." Neville used the nickname affectionately as he cruely cast Hannah aside. Neville suddenly looked scared he had upset Hannah, so she smiled. If only so that he would sleep soundly.

"Night Luna." Hannah said as kindly as could, brushing past Luna as she walked back to her hammock.

As she settled back into bed, she heard that Luna had walked over to Neville, they were probably huddled in his hammock.

"She's an quite a beautiful girl Hannah." Luna said, passingly, as if it had only just occured to her to say it.

Hannah heard Neville say something that made her sadder than the box of old wrappers had.

"Not as beautiful as you."

Hannah rolled over and let the nightmares of death and destruction overwhelm her. At the moment, they were kinder than her concious world.

I know that was a lot of reflection and not much action, if you don't like that let me know.

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