Harry,Ron and Neville go face a dangerous adventure , but this is not there tale , it is the tale of the wives left behind.

Hopefully a tale in five parts , the first three each dealing with a different wife.

Disclaimer ; The Wonderful JK Rowling owns the world and characters of Harry Potter , I've just borrowed them.

Hannah

It was a Saturday morning, a few years after Lord Voldemort had been defeated by Harry Potter and the wizarding world at the battle of Hogwarts, in what was known as the second Wizard War. It was also the morning of the last ministry raid on a Death Eater stronghold, Kresburg castle, in the east of Germany.

Hannah Longbottom slowly woke from her poor nights sleep, and stretched out her arms as she yawned. Her arm met no resistance as it crossed the bed where her husband Neville slept, only he wasn't there this morning. She turned her head to the empty space, regret of the night before written in the worried furrow that lined her face.

They had argued, and they didn't argue, Neville was too kind, too caring for that. He could always just look into her eyes and the two of them couldn't stay angry with each other. Only last night Hannah wouldn't look him in the eye, for some god only knows reason she didn't want to make up, she wanted to stay angry at him. It was Harry Potter's fault she thought, it always was.

Hannah sighed, heaved herself out of the bed and went into the bathroom to get ready for the day to come. The two of them had a room at the Leaky Cauldron, the bar that was the bridge between London with its mostly normal inhabitants, and the wizard world of Diagon Alley, with all its magical shops and services, the magical, beating heart of the wizarding world. The room was part of her payment for being a bar maid at the pub, a job she was always surprised she loved, and one she had got by chance.

After the war had ended , she was left with no where to go and had found herself sat at the bar , talking to Old Tom , the Leaky's owner , and before she really knew what was happening he'd offered her the job, saying how he could see that Hannah would be a natural and she'd accepted . He had been right to , with her hufflepuff ways , the customers loved her , and she really enjoyed the camaraderie .But the best part of all was that she'd been only working there a week , when Neville came looking for her , and their romance , which during that seventh year at Hogwarts they held in check , scared at what was to come , not believing they would both survive ,final blossomed .

She started her shift, greeting the customers and getting the latest gossip as she rushed around bringing people there orders , and cleaning up after them .She didn't let any of them get any whiff of the fact that she was pissed off . She wasn't supposed to be here. She had been looking forward for weeks for this weekend; - PARIS! , she was supposed to be in Paris on a romantic break with her husband , living it up the city of love .Instead she was her , on her own working in a pub , trying to keep her anger well hidden , and doing a good job of it to .

She almost dropped the glass when she heard a couple of guys mention Harry , talking about his latest exploits and sounding like they had a bad case of hero worship .It was the last thing she wanted to hear right now , that bloody Harry Potter .

Last night , she thought back to , every thing was going wonderful .Neville had some time off from his further training in Herbology , training to make him a foremost expert and he hoped some day a Professor . She and Neville were excitingly chatting about the Paris trip, laughing at each other as they packed, especially Hannah as she saw what Neville thought was the right thing to pack.

That all stopped the instant the owl appeared.

They were having such a good time, that they missed the owl tapping at the window at first. Finally letting the bird in, Hannah had suspected it was from one of there friends wishing them well on their short vacation, but she couldn't have been more wrong.

The look of Neville's face as he read the letter showed her she was wrong. When he told her the letter was from Harry she new she was so very wrong, and when she found out what the letter said, she just couldn't believe it. The last death eater stronghold had been found. Harry and Ron were leading a ministry raid in the morning, and they wanted their old raiding partner with them.

Straight after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry, Ron and Neville had joined as a trio to hunt down and bring to justice the remaining death eaters, a job Neville was very good at, that final year at Hogwarts had trained him well. He had bared too much pain and had seen to much pain and death which had almost destroyed him. The hunting of these men is what was what he had needed at the time, but that had been awhile ago, and he no long needed that particular crutch.

So when Neville said he was going with them, that's when the argument had started , She was so angry , an anger that was fuelled by fear , fear that she would lose him , the man that meant the world to her . They had argued for a long , long time , well into the night in fact , before she had finally just stormed of to bed , telling him he could piss off with his beloved Harry for all he cared about her .She had even cast some sort of locking charm on the bedroom door , one that he could of easily got around , but when he had realised what she had done he hadn't tried . Giving her her own space and time to cool down, she supposed, as she cried herself to sleep.

So here she was, keeping bar whilst her husband was gallivanting off, facing who knew what dangers. Sighing she pulled herself together and continued with her chores.

It was sometime later in her shift that night that she felt an icy hand grab at her heart , the frozen fingers digging deep ,and she knew something was wrong ,very badly wrong , something terrible had happened. The chill of that touch stayed with her the rest of the Saturday, a chill she could not shake off.

A/N well that's it for part one , please review and help make the other chapters better , thanks