A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Word Count: 685
The blankets were warm, the pillow beneath her head head soft. If she shifted slightly, the hammock beneath her rocked. She had to admit sleeping in the Room of Requirement was much better than sleeping in her own dorm.
It was such a contrast to the outside world, at least the world right now. Here, buried in this mound of blankets and plushies, everything was fine. There was no war, there were no people lying, putting everyone in danger. Here she was safe. She wanted to hold onto that feeling for as long as possible.
"You know, at some point you do need to get out of bed, Hannah," a voice whispered. Hannah blinked one blue eye open and looked at her roommate. Susan was looking at her with a worried expression on her face. Hannah sighed.
"Why?" Hannah asked. "Why do I need to get up? To go to classes? That's a joke, this whole year is a joke. We're not learning anything other than how to sneak around, how to survive when you've got a target painted on your back. I still have the scars, Susan. Why would I want fresh wounds?" she asked, pushing a vermilion pillow out of the hammock.
She still had about six more pillows. The Room had a weird sense of décor, everything was bright colored. Maybe the Room itself was trying to help get rid of the bleak atmosphere by making things look a bit less gloomy?
"Because, if you don't get up, you don't get breakfast?" Susan suggested. Hannah groaned.
"Breakfast does sound good," Hannah muttered. "I'm not going to class though."
"Didn't say you needed to," Susan laughed as Hannah slowly pushed the blankets off and sat up.
"Good, I know the Carrows are looking for me again. It was another first year, a little snippet of a girl, Susan. She wouldn't have survived. They don't care about killing anymore. I mean, in the beginning, you know how they were terrified to spill pure-blood blood?"
"Things are just getting darker, but we can't give in, Hannah. I'll have you know, I'm scared to death, too, but we need to fight, we need to do what's right. Neither of us can just sit on the sidelines and watch as the world we love is destroyed."
"Maybe you can't, but I'm done, Susan. I can't do this anymore. I can't keep trying to save everyone. I did everything I was supposed to. I kept my head down at first, I joined the DA, I've been fighting and fighting. I'm exhausted, Susan," Hannah whispered. Susan nodded, putting an arm around Hannah.
"I know, I know. Look, let's get some breakfast, maybe things will seem a little less bleak on a full stomach?" she suggested. Hannah bit back a snort.
"You know they say all our house cares about is food," she muttered.
"Food makes everything better," Susan replied, pulling Hannah from the hammock. Hannah slid onto her feet.
"Not everything," she whispered. "But yeah, breakfast sounds good. Maybe there's some of those giant cinnamon rolls this morning," she added, trying to find something, anything, to look forward to in a world torn asunder.
"There might be," Susan agreed, tossing Hannah some clean clothes. "Only one way to find out though," she added.
Hannah nodded, grabbing the clothes Susan has thrown to her.
"You know, you're my best friend, Susan, no one else could have pulled me from that bed," she muttered as she dressed quickly, wrapping a Hufflepuff scarf around her neck. As much as she joked, she was still proud of her house, proud of who she was.
"I know, now, let's see if we can get some cinnamon rolls, get out of the Great Hall, and back here before anyone notices," Susan replied, both girls knowing they could just summon a house elf, but at the same time, both knowing they couldn't just hide under the covers forever.
This was a war, this was their war, and neither was going to back down, despite how much they wanted to just hide until it was all over.
