House: Ravenclaw

Position: Transfiguration

Category: Drabble

Prompt: [object] Remembrall

Word Count: 798

A/N: AU. Post-DH, Neville is already together with Hannah Abbott, but perhaps not exactly matching the timelines as revealed by The Cursed Child. HP Wiki mentions that Hannah eventually becomes a Healer, although it is not clear when in her (or Neville's) career that transition takes place after their tenure as owners of the Leaky Cauldron. I'm placing him at Hogwarts already working as a teacher, and she is not yet fully immersed in her studies to be a Healer.

I've also decided that Hannah Abbot is very good at Charms. This is not supported (or refuted) by any info available in all the usual places, but may be outside of what is considered canon.

Little Gifts

Neville rolled the Remembrall around beneath his fingers, watching the red smoke within gather and billow. He'd been sitting at his desk within the castle for more than an hour now, trying to recall what it was he'd set the Remembrall for. Or had Hannah set it for me? It was almost impossible to know. He finally palmed the glass orb and headed for home.

"Tell me," he said, immediately as he came through the door, "was it milk from the shop? Or antacids from the apothecary?" He placed the Remembrall down on the kitchen counter in frustration. "For the life of me, I couldn't remember," he huffed.

"Well, it was dill," she replied, a smile on her face as she turned away from the pot on the stove she'd been tending to. "For the fish." She nodded towards the stove top, and Neville's eyes widened with realization.

"Your parents! Oh, Merlins' beard, let me—"

"No, no. It's too late for all that now," she said, returning to tending the dinner. "Go wash up. They'll be here any minute."

"It just doesn't make any sense," he muttered.

"Oh?"

"No matter what I'm supposed to remember, it always looks the same." He held the glass up to his eye and peered at it with annoyance. "There's never any difference between grading First Years' papers to stopping off at the library to—"

"Remembering your wedding anniversary?" Hannah added not-so-helpfully.

Neville blushed. "Yes," he stammered. "That, too."

She reached into the oven and pulled out an au gratin bake from the oven to cool. "I can't disagree. It does seem as if the whole concept could be improved." She threw her oven mitts onto the countertop and started to undo the knot of her apron. "If only to bring some relief to the overworked wife of a nutty professor," she teased.

"Your Charms work is exceptional," he replied, reaching out for her hand. "Do you think you could do something with it?"

Hannah laughed aloud. "I'm good with food. And I dabble in healing here and there." She picked up the Remembrall and looked it over. "I'm not sure my skills fit the bill, to be honest." She looked up at the clock and grabbed a dish towel. "And now isn't the best time to discuss it. You need to change!" She swatted at him with the towel end, and Neville disappeared with haste while Hannah bustled about to set the table.

But it wouldn't be the last time she thought about her forgetful husband's request.

Within a few months, the question came up again.

"Here," she said, placing the Remembrall in the pocket of his robes just before he stepped through the Floo. "So you won't forget."

"You mean so I won't forget that I've forgotten something," he muttered.

Hannah smiled at him. "I think you'll find that this works a bit better now."

"Oh?" he asked, but she only pulled down the Floo powder from the mantelpiece and broadened her smile. He grabbed a handful and gave her a kiss goodbye.

Sometime after his morning classes were finished, Neville was recording a few notes at his Greenhouse desk when he heard a light rapping nearby. He looked up and noticed the glass orb vibrating, ever so slightly.

He grabbed it up, and sighed. "Oh no. What have I forgotten now?" The Remembrall continued to flutter in his hand for a moment and then a thin, pale pink tendril of smoke started to swirl within. He watched for a moment as it twirled and filled the Remembrall in his palm. The sun peeked out from behind a cloud, streaming through the nearest window and illuminated the sphere and Neville thought he could detect the finest glittering particles suspended within the mist. He clutched the ball tight and closed his eyes. Think, damn you. Think!

And then, it hit him.

"Wonderful timing," Hannah called from the kitchen as he walked through the Floo to their small flat above The Leaky Cauldron. "The Healer's just arrived and the tea is hot."

He walked in, the pink Remembrall glittering in his hand. He wasn't sure what face he was making, but if Hannah's reaction was any indication, it was as funny as funny could be.

"A girl?" he stammered.

"Well and truly, Mr. Longbottom," the Healer piped up as she was packing up her bag. "Congratulations." She finished off her tea and grabbed up her hat. "Now remember, a bit more rest wouldn't hurt. And do be sure you aren't taking in too much caffeine." She gave Hannah's arm a squeeze and headed for the door.

"I— you—"

Neville was lucky in that Hannah found his stammering endearing. She stroked his hair off his face and smiled. "Good thing you remembered," she teased.