HP: Awake (Part 1 of 2)Hannah couldn't believe it had only been two weeks since she'd moved in. It seemed like forever. But maybe that was because it was better here, all wrapped up safe in the Room of Requirement with the rest of the DA. Something about it felt right, in a way that nothing else this year had been. It felt right to be all together, not scattered across the castle in steadily-emptying dorm rooms. Hannah's own room was just her and Leanne, now, with Susan's family in hiding since Christmas and the muggle-born students gone since the start of the year. But now they were here, under their Hufflepuff banner with Ernie and Wayne and a few of their housemates from other years, and the other DA members were right there, too, under their own house banners, and anyone else who needed protection, and even though their hammocks here weren't as comfortable as their beds in the dormitories, even though they didn't have their trunks with all their things or their
HP: Awake (Part 2 of 2)By the time she and Neville got back with breakfast, the other early risers were starting to get up - including Ernie, who raised an eyebrow at Hannah in a way she wasn't sure she liked. As she walked by him on the way to the bathroom to brush her teeth, she whispered fiercely "I'm going to catch him asleep sometime, just to prove he sleeps." As if that answered anything. Which she knew it didn't. It might even make things worse. But either way, everyone else would be getting up soon, too, and then she could avoid Ernie entirely. Or at least, she could try. And then it would get to be late afternoon and they'd pull the books off the shelves again and teach each other whatever could be managed. Mostly, the only people who were really still learning much were the few first and second-years they'd rescued from the Carrows' torture, because almost anyone could teach them something new.
Neville and Hannah in HogsmeadeIt was a Hogsmeade weekend, that much was obvious. The normally relatively tranquil little town was bustling and alive under its cover of deep snow; shop windows were steamy and glowing cosily from within, there were a variety of lopsided snowmen built randomly on the street-side and everywhere there were children and teenagers wrapped up in scarves and knitted jumpers. With all this kerfuffle, nobody noticed two figures appear suddenly out of thin air in the centre of the high street. And after all, why did it matter? There were always people apperateing into Hogsmeade, except these were not quite normal visitors.
"I've told you a thousand times Neville!" said the girl, wrenching her hand away from his and bringing a light pink flush to her face. "It doesn't matter to me what you do as long as you're happy! And I really don't think you are!"
"Well what else am I mean to do Han?" The young man was tall with light brown hair and his voice was much calmer than his girlfriend's. "Harry's
Neville and Hannah-the weddingThey had wanted a simple wedding: just one day, after the years of hiding, excuses and hurried, embarrassed explanations, to show everyone just how much they loved each other. But, thought Neville, as he nervously took his seat in the front row, it was never going to be that easy.
Nemesis had overtaken his and Hannah's quiet plans in the shape of his gran, who until recently had harboured a secret misgiving that Neville would never get a girl to marry him, and also happened to approve whole heartedly of Hannah seeing at once through her gentleness an occasional fit of the giggles to the grit and determined loyalty that lay beneath.
And so the second they told her about their engagement she was off, informing everyone she knew and some people she didn't , calling in decades old favours and locking a bemused Hannah into the drawing room with her for hours discussing guest lists, table decorations, dresses, flowers , the lot. And the bridesmaids hadn't exactly helped either, pushin
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