First Times: NL/HA [1/1]
Title: First Times
Author: Royalty25
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Hannah/Neville; “When do we get to be heroes?”
Word Count: 1067
Summary: Hannah volunteers to distract Amycus Carrow.
Disclaimer: These characters are never mine.
Author’s Notes: Written for wawwhite. It's been a while since I've written anything that has Hogwarts as a setting. Enjoy!
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, I’m sure of this Neville. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life,” Hannah replied. The look of conviction and bravery on Hannah’s face said it all. She had sought Neville out earlier in the day to arrange this meeting. She knew all along that she was risking herself for a cause she firmly believed in. The death of her mother wouldn’t be in vain. She knew that her father couldn’t do anything to help since he was a muggle, but she could and she would do something to fight against Severus Snape, the Carrows and by extension Lord Voldemort. Ever since she was forced to return to Hogwarts to complete her education, things weren’t the same. The only good thing about returning to school was that she could distract herself long enough to live her life calmly. Her mother’s death had left her family shaken, broken and struck with insurmountable grief.
Neville nodded his head and proceeded to explain his plan to her. He planned on stealing the sword of Gryffindor with the help of Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood. They couldn’t do it alone. They needed people to distract Snape and the Carrows long enough for this plan to work. Hannah listened intently as he explained the details of her assignment. She would be distracting Amycus Carrow. He already had another student distracting Alecto; two in Severus’s case since he was a difficult man to distract unless you were Harry Potter.
“When do we get to be heroes?” she asked him quietly after some time had elapsed in complete silence. Hannah didn’t care about heroism. It wasn’t about that. It was about making her mother proud. She wanted to be heroic in loving memory of her mother Beatrice.
“Our plan is for this evening, but we’re not sure when Harry is going to come back to Hogwarts. That’s when the real heroism begins,” he replied.
That evening Hannah entered Amycus’s office to discuss her interest in some of the dark spells he was currently teaching the class. Hannah wasn’t bashful about complimenting him whenever it seemed appropriate and he soaked up every compliment like a sponge. He decided to show her the finer points of the Cruciatus Curse.
“Performing a proper Cruciatus is an art form,” he told her in his raspy voice.
Hannah smiled and nodded as he demonstrated the curse on a spider he had captured for that purpose. He wasn’t having much fun doing that so he summoned a first year student into his office. Hannah’s eyes bulged when she noticed the young, Gryffindor boy enter the office quietly.
“You wanted to see me sir?” he asked meekly.
“Yes. I’ve finally figured out the perfect punishment for you, Jones. Stand by me and don’t move unless you want this to be more painful than necessary,” Amycus replied as he motioned the young boy forward. Hannah watched as the frightened boy did this, but before he could reach Amycus she burst into a coughing fit. This startled both the boy and Amycus, who turned to look at her.
“Ms. Abbott, are you feeling okay?”
“I need a glass of water. I’m going to go to the kitchens quickly to get one,” she replied as she rose from her seat. She started to head for the door, reached for the handle, but then she heard Amycus’s voice say, “Not so fast young lady! I haven’t finished showing you how wonderful a perfectly executed Cruciatus can be.”
Hannah turned to face Amycus and then pretended to burst into another coughing fit. Amycus rounded his desk to see if she was okay, pushing the younger student out of the way in the process. If Hannah ended up dying it would be at his hands, not at the hands of a coughing fit that could signify she had a serious illness. As he took the time to push the younger student out of the way, Hannah took the opportunity to take out her wand and point it at Amycus. In between coughs she uttered, “Stupefy,” causing the spell to zoom in Amycus’s direction and hit him directly in the chest. Amycus felt back. Hannah gasped.
“I’m so sorry Professor. I didn’t realize I had my wand out. We’ll go get help,” she told Amycus. She motioned for the boy to run towards her and once he did they both bolted out of Amycus’s office. They ran all the way to the Gryffindor Tower. The boy uttered the password to the common room and headed inside. Hannah sighed; she was relieved this whole ordeal was over with for now. Moments later she was joined by an out of breath Ginny and Neville, both of them were surprised to see Hannah outside their common room. Ginny left Neville and Hannah alone to talk.
“What happened?”
“We couldn’t get to the sword. Snape managed to shake off the students we sent to distract him so we had to make a break for it. He almost caught us too,” Neville explained.
“Oh. I’m happy to hear he didn’t manage to catch you.”
“How did things go for you?”
“Amycus was way too willing to demonstrate some of the dark spells he teaches in class. He almost used the Cruciatus Curse on a first year. I had to fake a coughing fit to save him. I ran up here with him to make sure he made it back to his common room safely,” she explained.
“I knew it wouldn’t take long for you to become a hero.”
“What are you talking about? I’m not a hero yet.”
“Of course you’re a hero. You saved a first year from a terrible experience. If that’s not heroic, then I don’t know what the definition of hero is,” Neville told her with a smile. She smiled back at him and leaned in to kiss his cheek. Neville moved at the last second because he heard the common room door swing open and Hannah ended up kissing him on the lips as a result. Seamus and Ginny witnessed this. Hannah backed away quickly when she realized she was feeling the texture of his lips not of his cheek. She blushed. Neville looked pleased. Hannah ran off before anyone could say anything. Seamus patted Neville’s back as he watched Hannah’s retreating figure.
“I’m sure that won’t be the last time something like that happens to you, mate.”
“I hope you’re right Seamus. I hope you’re right.”
Author: Royalty25
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Hannah/Neville; “When do we get to be heroes?”
Word Count: 1067
Summary: Hannah volunteers to distract Amycus Carrow.
Disclaimer: These characters are never mine.
Author’s Notes: Written for wawwhite. It's been a while since I've written anything that has Hogwarts as a setting. Enjoy!
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, I’m sure of this Neville. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life,” Hannah replied. The look of conviction and bravery on Hannah’s face said it all. She had sought Neville out earlier in the day to arrange this meeting. She knew all along that she was risking herself for a cause she firmly believed in. The death of her mother wouldn’t be in vain. She knew that her father couldn’t do anything to help since he was a muggle, but she could and she would do something to fight against Severus Snape, the Carrows and by extension Lord Voldemort. Ever since she was forced to return to Hogwarts to complete her education, things weren’t the same. The only good thing about returning to school was that she could distract herself long enough to live her life calmly. Her mother’s death had left her family shaken, broken and struck with insurmountable grief.
Neville nodded his head and proceeded to explain his plan to her. He planned on stealing the sword of Gryffindor with the help of Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood. They couldn’t do it alone. They needed people to distract Snape and the Carrows long enough for this plan to work. Hannah listened intently as he explained the details of her assignment. She would be distracting Amycus Carrow. He already had another student distracting Alecto; two in Severus’s case since he was a difficult man to distract unless you were Harry Potter.
“When do we get to be heroes?” she asked him quietly after some time had elapsed in complete silence. Hannah didn’t care about heroism. It wasn’t about that. It was about making her mother proud. She wanted to be heroic in loving memory of her mother Beatrice.
“Our plan is for this evening, but we’re not sure when Harry is going to come back to Hogwarts. That’s when the real heroism begins,” he replied.
That evening Hannah entered Amycus’s office to discuss her interest in some of the dark spells he was currently teaching the class. Hannah wasn’t bashful about complimenting him whenever it seemed appropriate and he soaked up every compliment like a sponge. He decided to show her the finer points of the Cruciatus Curse.
“Performing a proper Cruciatus is an art form,” he told her in his raspy voice.
Hannah smiled and nodded as he demonstrated the curse on a spider he had captured for that purpose. He wasn’t having much fun doing that so he summoned a first year student into his office. Hannah’s eyes bulged when she noticed the young, Gryffindor boy enter the office quietly.
“You wanted to see me sir?” he asked meekly.
“Yes. I’ve finally figured out the perfect punishment for you, Jones. Stand by me and don’t move unless you want this to be more painful than necessary,” Amycus replied as he motioned the young boy forward. Hannah watched as the frightened boy did this, but before he could reach Amycus she burst into a coughing fit. This startled both the boy and Amycus, who turned to look at her.
“Ms. Abbott, are you feeling okay?”
“I need a glass of water. I’m going to go to the kitchens quickly to get one,” she replied as she rose from her seat. She started to head for the door, reached for the handle, but then she heard Amycus’s voice say, “Not so fast young lady! I haven’t finished showing you how wonderful a perfectly executed Cruciatus can be.”
Hannah turned to face Amycus and then pretended to burst into another coughing fit. Amycus rounded his desk to see if she was okay, pushing the younger student out of the way in the process. If Hannah ended up dying it would be at his hands, not at the hands of a coughing fit that could signify she had a serious illness. As he took the time to push the younger student out of the way, Hannah took the opportunity to take out her wand and point it at Amycus. In between coughs she uttered, “Stupefy,” causing the spell to zoom in Amycus’s direction and hit him directly in the chest. Amycus felt back. Hannah gasped.
“I’m so sorry Professor. I didn’t realize I had my wand out. We’ll go get help,” she told Amycus. She motioned for the boy to run towards her and once he did they both bolted out of Amycus’s office. They ran all the way to the Gryffindor Tower. The boy uttered the password to the common room and headed inside. Hannah sighed; she was relieved this whole ordeal was over with for now. Moments later she was joined by an out of breath Ginny and Neville, both of them were surprised to see Hannah outside their common room. Ginny left Neville and Hannah alone to talk.
“What happened?”
“We couldn’t get to the sword. Snape managed to shake off the students we sent to distract him so we had to make a break for it. He almost caught us too,” Neville explained.
“Oh. I’m happy to hear he didn’t manage to catch you.”
“How did things go for you?”
“Amycus was way too willing to demonstrate some of the dark spells he teaches in class. He almost used the Cruciatus Curse on a first year. I had to fake a coughing fit to save him. I ran up here with him to make sure he made it back to his common room safely,” she explained.
“I knew it wouldn’t take long for you to become a hero.”
“What are you talking about? I’m not a hero yet.”
“Of course you’re a hero. You saved a first year from a terrible experience. If that’s not heroic, then I don’t know what the definition of hero is,” Neville told her with a smile. She smiled back at him and leaned in to kiss his cheek. Neville moved at the last second because he heard the common room door swing open and Hannah ended up kissing him on the lips as a result. Seamus and Ginny witnessed this. Hannah backed away quickly when she realized she was feeling the texture of his lips not of his cheek. She blushed. Neville looked pleased. Hannah ran off before anyone could say anything. Seamus patted Neville’s back as he watched Hannah’s retreating figure.
“I’m sure that won’t be the last time something like that happens to you, mate.”
“I hope you’re right Seamus. I hope you’re right.”