Daddy was a traveling robe maker, and wasn't home much. Hannah was an only child and if it weren't for Mummy, she would have been completely lonesome in childhood.
Eleanor Abbott was the common housewife, wearing stained aprons over her robes and taking time out of cleaning to read a story with her daughter. Hannah thought the world of her. Her mummy was always smiling, always equipped with a smile and a sweet. They'd run in the meadows behind their house together, making each other crowns of daises to wear to dinner together.
"I love every little thing about you, darling," Eleanor told her daughter prior to her first trip on the Hogwarts Express. "Show all those schoolmates you."
Hannah kept Mummy's words in mind, and because of them, she became friends with Ernie, Justin, and Susan. They're the chums she read of in storybooks with her mother when she was a little girl. The amount of times she giggled in the girls' dormitory with Susan after the lights turned off at night were countless, as were the Chocolate Frog Card trading sessions she had with Justin and Ernie.
But she didn't forget Mummy – she could never forget Mummy. Hannah wrote her every week, and sometimes even more if she had the spare time. Mummy knew of how proud her daughter was to be in Hufflepuff, how terrified she was when Justin was Petrified in second year, and how traumatized the school was in reaction to Cedric Diggory's death. She never expected that Mummy was in danger at their quaint, peaceful cottage on the outskirts of Ottery St. Catchpole.
The news came in sixth year, in the midst of the war. Hannah was called out of class by McGonagall, and the professor spoke to her quietly, almost in a nurturing, sympathetic way.
"I'm sorry, Miss Abbott. Your mother has been…"
She doesn't remember anymore words after that. But Hannah still hears sometimes the thud of her body hitting the floor in shock. She was brought to the hospital wing after that, and only an hour later, Susan had appeared with Hannah's things packed in her trunk. At the time, Hannah was drifting in and out of consciousness, afraid to face the reality of her horror.
When her father, who had been in America on a business trip, came to bring her home, Hannah looked him deeply in the eyes, and saw a stranger.
It was then when she cried, pressing her face against Daddy's robes.
Her best friend of all was gone.
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