DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter. This is for all chapters!
Hannah Abbott POV
I remember sitting down in Herbology class.
I was nervous, I was always nervous in those days.
And no wonder, everyone was dropping like flies now.
But then they came, that one messenger came in with the devastating news. My mother was found dead in our home. My mother. She was the only one I had left, considering my father died a few years ago.
What the hell would I do now?! I had no one left!
I remember just leaving quietly with him. He led me out of the greenhouse and I remember just sinking down to my knees and crying uncontrollably. My mother was gone, there was no one left for me!
"Are you going to be all right?" a warm voice asked me when I was found on the ground.
I looked up and saw Neville Longbottom on the ground next to me. "Yes, I'm fine," I whispered, standing up and smoothing out my uniform.
"No you're not," he sighed as he grabbed my arm and turned me around. "What just happened?"
"I have to go! I just—I just need to go back home!" I turned away from him and could feel the tears searing their way down my cheeks.
I walked behind the man that had left me alone when I sank to the ground. He let me take his arm and side-along apparate with him. We came up at my home.
The home where my mother let out her last breath. I broke down one more time, walking around our house and touching the things that reminded me of her. The man just stood there, looking immensely awkward, but not wanting to leave me alone in case I hurt myself. I couldn't stop crying, the tears just pouring out of my eyes without stop. My best friend in the world was gone and I couldn't ever get her back!
"Are you ready to go miss?" the man asked unceremoniously.
"Go where?" I managed to choke out. I finally collapsed onto our sofa. My legs were shaking so badly that I didn't believe I would stand up on them anymore.
"Your mother's funeral is tomorrow. We need to get you out of here so you can get ready and no one will come after you!" he said quickly.
"You don't even care!" I screamed my blonde hair whipping around my face in the wind from the open door. "You don't even care that my mother just died!"
"What do you want me to do!? Say, aw. Poor baby! Your mother is dead! What the hell do you want me to do?!" the man screamed back.
"That's exactly what I want you to do! I have no mother! I have no one and you're treating me like everything is fine and nothing has changed! What kind of a person are you?!" I screamed, surprising myself. I had never been one to lose my temper, but he had just disregarded my mother's death and as such it was a special circumstance.
I took one look at the man and the surprise written all over his meaty face and decided that I didn't have to put up with it anymore. I walked straight out of the house and didn't look back.
Of course I had no where to go. No one to see. But it helped to feel the cold air hit my face and just be able to sit down and cry. I finally decided to apparate to London and figure it out from there.