Neville had sat in the dark for more than six hours, just staring at he firelight. He thought about all the plans they had made. He thought about how they had sat on this couch, planning their party, and how she had felt in his arms. Another tear leaked down his face. His Hannah was gone. He had just found her, and now she was gone.
Why did life have to be so unfair?
He hadn't eaten since Susan came over Saturday. He'd been at the hospital, and when not there, he had gone to work, just to keep the place running. He was running on energy that seemed to come from nowhere.
When he heard the soft knock on the door, it startled him. His mind went to "It must be Hannah," even though it was logically not possible. After all, Hannah had a key. But his Hannah was gone.
He threw the pillow next to him on the sofa across the room, and got up to answer it. Opening the door, he was surprised to see Hermione. "Hey," he said flatly.