Title: Worth Fighting For

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or it's characters, this is merely a work of fanfiction.

A/N: This is also one of the first pieces I wrote, way before I put anything online. It's different from the other stuff I have put out, but I hope you'll like it. AU.

Fem!Harry x Neville

'Neville. Neville. Neville.'

Hyacinth Potter strode into what was left of The Great Hall flanked by Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. The war was over. They had finally won.

All around them people were tending to the wounded, rounding up bound Death Eaters, or embracing their loved ones.

'Neville. Neville. Neville.'

Hyacinth knew he wasn't hers, but she needed to see him, needed to get to him as soon as she possibly could.

Neville was warm and strong and brave and safe.

She just wanted to feel safe.

'Neville. Neville. Neville.'

When they were on the run Hyacinth had a lot of time to sit and think. When her mind wasn't plagued by thoughts of Voldemort and Horcruxes, she thought of what they were fighting for.

Her thoughts often turned to the boy she hadn't had time or opportunity to express her love to.

'Neville.'

He had really grown into himself the last few years. He was tall at 6'3, and his involvement with D.A. and in the greenhouses, had trimmed his baby fat into strong muscles.

There were many nights Hyacinth sat in the entry to the tent, keeping watch, but seeing nothing.

Her mind played memories of Neville on repeat. Walking with him by the Black Lake, the way his arms looked with the buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up, the sun kissing his tan face as they searched for some rare plant.

It had pained her to see his face bruised and cut when they came through the portrait hole. The last remnants of boyhood had fled his form, but the sweet smile remained.

Mr. Weasley called their group over to where their family was gathered, but Hyacinth continued her search, and let Hermione and Ron peel off to join them.

She would not be deterred now. She needed to see him, needed to make sure he was okay. If Neville was okay, then this would all be worth it. It was why she kept going on her darkest days, why she had walked out into that forest.

Hyacinth made her way to the side of the hall where the rubble had been piled high, forming a raised hill. She began to climb her way up the rubble until she stood at the top, so she could get a better view of the remnants of the Great Hall.

'Neville. Neville. Neville.'

She peered out over the hall and squinted her eyes, willing them to focus through the grime that had accumulated on her glasses during the battle.

Giving it up as a lost cause, she pulled them off to clean them with her shirt when she heard from behind her "Let me help you with that."

It was him.

Hyacinth turned around to face the man that she had been looking for, and launched herself into his arms.

"Neville, Neville, Neville" she whispered as tears began to prick at her eyes.

She finally felt safe, and she couldn't hold it back anymore. She broke down in sobs, tucking her face into his neck.

"Shhh Hyacinth, it's over, it's okay. You did amazing. It's all over."

He held her steady in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms hooked behind his neck.

He was exhausted, but he would never tell her that. He had waited too long to hold her. Everyday she had been gone had been torture.

Sometimes literally, courtesy of The Carrows.

"I love you Nev," she said so quietly he doubted she actually meant him to hear it.

Hyacinth decided it was probably time to let him go, and slowly detached herself and slid down his tall form to land back on the heap of rubble.

She had dared not hope all this time that he would return her love. She just wanted him to be okay, to see him one last time and know he would be happy.

She decided she better let him go and get back to Augusta and his loved ones.

"Neville, I'll let you get back to your Gran, and I'm sure you have a girl around here somewhere."

Hyacinth turned to leave him, but Neville wouldn't let go of her wrist.

"Nuh-uh Hyacinth, I'm not letting you go that easily. You love me?" he pulled her back in front of him, "How do you love me Hyacinth?"

Hyacinth peered up at him from underneath her lashes, his face was covered in ash and dirt. He looked tired and hopeful. There was a fire in his eyes that reminded her faintly of Fawkes.

She summoned every last ounce of Gryffindor courage she had left and looked him in the eyes.

"I love you like my dad loved my mum, like Alice loved Frank. You got me through this war, your memory."

Neville's dirt-covered face was suddenly beaming, and Hyacinth was struck with the fact that she had never seen anything more beautiful.

"I love you Hyacinth. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone, or anything."

He reached down and grabbed her gently by the back of the neck, and then he was kissing her and all she could think was 'Neville, Neville, Neville.'

He was the sun, and she wanted to spend every moment of every day soaking up his warmth. This was worth fighting for, this was worth every hex and cut and bruise she endured.

They broke apart when they became aware of loud wolf whistles and looked around from their perch to see beaming faces and people clapping and laughing good naturedly.

Neville leaned down behind her and whispered in her ear, "Hyacinth, I would very much like to escort you to Longbottom Manor, where you are very welcome to stay. Forever, if it suits you."

Hyacinth leaned back into his warmth and whispered "I would like that very much. Let's go!"

Hyacinth sent a patronus to the appropriate people telling them they could find her at Longbottom Manor if needed.

Then Neville wrapped his arms around her and with a pop they were off to Longbottom Manor, where they fell into Neville's bed and slept in each other's arms for the rest of the day.