Who: Hannah Potter and Neville Longbottom What: Reunions in an unknown place When: Backdated to December 8 Where: Outside the movie theatre and then elsewhere? Status: Closed, incomplete.
Sneaking out of class was never really a problem for Hannah. At Hogwarts it had been a matter of knowing exactly where the points where you could leave were: The passages, the alcoves. Public schools were the same except it was easier. She'd waited until Maths class let out before making her way to the school's exit. She would be marked down as absent but right now she didn't care in the least. Her stuff with her, she ran out of the building and through the yard before getting somewhere out of sight and apparating. The movie theatre had been one of the places she's scoped out in the last few days and there was an alley two blocks away that she'd made a mental note could be used as an apparation point. And now she was glad that she had. Upon touching down she took a second to ensure that no one was around, that she didn't have to cast any charms. When she was sure the coast was clear she dashed out and started running the two blocks towards the theatre.
It had been five months since the last time she'd seen him. Five months since the night of Bill and Fleur's wedding. She'd thought that there would be more time, thought that they might have another week or two to spend together before the inevitable happened and the threads that were holding their world apart frayed and permenantly broke. But they hadn't. The warnings had come followed almost instantly by the Death Eaters and she hadn't even had the chance to say goodbye. They'd fought and someone had grabbed her hand and then she, Ron and Hermione had been in London. The whole night she'd waited, hoping that they'd hear something from anyone, but the charms they'd cast had made them untrackable. It had been part of the plan and Hannah who had tricked herself into thinking she was ready... in those moments she realized that she hadn't been, realized what she would have given to be able to say goodbye. Even though everything had been planned.
It had been five months. Five months of marching around the UK. Five months of sleeping in tents, dealing with Ron and Mione, and for most of it just her and Mione. Four and a half months since she'd been able to contact him via coin.
He was up ahead and she didn't stop running until she had her arms around him. She barreled into him on the bench, burying her head in his chest, refusing to let go.