Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbot

A/N: JK Rowling owns the characters. Nickelback owns the lyrics.

"You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear."Anonymous

It was the morning of the day after the Final Battle and Hogwarts needed to be repaired. The people who had stayed to help repair had taken the day off after the fight of their lives the day before. Now, it was time to heal the fortress that had stood for so long and protected its inhabitances. Now, it was time for its inhabitances to protect and repair it. Neville exited the Gryffindor common room and went down to the Great Hall. Professor McGonagall was splitting up the people who had stayed to help into groups and giving them jobs to do.

"Mr. Longbottom, Ms. Abbot, and Ms. Lovegood, you will be helping Hagrid in the yard to pick up debris and dead bodies…" Professor McGonagall said and Hannah and Luna joined Neville. The three left the school and saw Hagrid waiting for them.

"Hi, Hagrid, we were told to come help you…" Luna said looking up at Hagrid.

"Alrigh' we'll be splitin up. Luna, yer an I will be picken up the trash. Neville an Hannah, yer put the dead bodies in a pile, we'll burn em later. Lets get to it…" Hagrid said looking down at the trio.

Neville and Hannah worked for several hours without talking then, around two, Neville heard his name being called. He looked up and saw his Gran waving at him. Neville walked over to her.

"I'm off, Neville. I'm going to pay Andromeda Tonks a visit. She lost her entire family this year except her baby grandson. I know how she feels… that was me. I'm making pasta for dinner, so try to be home in time. I'm proud of you, Neville. I know your parents would be proud of you too for all you've done." Neville smiled and kissed his Gran's cheek softly.

"Yeah, well I was taught by the best. I'll be home for dinner, Gran." Neville said going back to Hannah and helping her pick up the body of Colin Creevy.

"He wasn't even supposed to be involved. He died way too young. He wasn't even of age. He was just a baby…" Hannah whispered as the set the body on the pile of bodies they had formed.

" I know. He was only a year younger than us. But war doesn't care how young or old we are. It only cares about how many victims it gets. It will take as many people as it can, no matter who gets in its way. No matter if the person deserves to die or not." Neville said softly as the two went to look for more bodies. Hannah looked up at Neville as he was almost a foot taller than her.

Hannah had had a crush on Neville for quite some time now. He was tall, at six foot two and his baby fat had turned into muscles since Hannah had last seen him back at the beginning of her sixth year. His dark blonde hair was slightly past his shoulders and his blue eyes held all that he had been through over the past year. But Hannah thought it suited him. It made him look older and, in Hannah's opinion, more handsome.

"That was very adult thinking, Neville." Hannah said quietly.

"War makes people grow up, Hannah. Look at Harry. He had the mind of a adult by the time he was fifteen. He was forced into adulthood by the time he was fifteen. His parents had been dead for fourteen of those years and his godfather died that year. He had every right to be angry with Umbridge and the ministry. He was only trying to prepare us for what happened here. I know how he feels. My parents were tortured for information about Voldemort by Bellatrix LeStrange and a group of others. They are still alive. They are at St. Mungo's permanently. They don't know who I am. That's why I live with Gran in the little cottage she bought after Granddad died. Gran and I go to visit Mum and Dad during the vacations. It makes me sad. My own parents don't know who I am." Neville said quietly stooping to grab another body and adding it to the pile. He looked at Hannah.

He had liked her since his fifth year. She was beautiful, but not in the typical way. She had blonde curls that fell to her back and sparkling blue eyes. He hadn't seen her since the beginning of his sixth year, but had always hoped that she would return to school so he could at least tell her that he liked her. Neville knew that her mother had been killed, that was why her father had pulled her from school. But the fact that she returned for the battle gave Neville hope. She was loyal to Harry and the DA even if she hadn't been back in fifth year. And Neville admired her for it.

"Our generation grew up so fast. We had to. Our adolescence was stolen from most of us. By the time we were sixteen, most of us were faced with death, either of a family member or of a friend or acquaintance. We didn't get to enjoy our teen years like the generation before us. I'm sorry about your parents Neville. But I can tell you that they would have been extremely proud of you. They are. They know all of what you've done. And you still have your Gran and the DA… and me." Hannah whispered looking at the pile of bodies that they had formed. Neville looked down at Hannah for a moment, and then pulled her into a hug. Hannah hugged Neville back tightly. Neville rested his chin on her head.

"I'm sorry about your mum, Hannah. I'll always be here for you, if you want me to be." Neville said quietly, still hugging her.

"It's not your fault. I'll always be here for you too, Neville. I promise." Hannah said quietly, still looking at the pile of bodies.

"I really like you, Hannah. Will you go to dinner with me sometime?" Neville asked, prepared for the worst.

"I really like you too, Neville. I have for awhile. I'd love to have dinner with you. How about next Saturday?" Hannah said, looking up at Neville.

"Next Saturday it is." Neville smiled down at Hannah as Hagrid and Luna joined them.

"Good job yer two. Let's light this and we will head inside." Hagrid said, lighting the pile on fire.

"It's time to move on…" Luna said as the group headed inside.

"Together." Hannah whispered, taking Neville's hand. Neville smiled down at her, she beamed back.

Yes I'd come for you, no one but you,
Yes I'd come for you
But only if you told me to