Written for the iPod Challenge.

Day Two.

& I swear I'm going to stop with the all these drabbles soon. Plus, I have a poll up, so please vote!

I will be your guardian
When all is crumbling
To steady your hand

Never Say Never

(The Fray)

It was frightening, and to be honest, she was scared out of her mind. She wasn't even out of school – she wasn't meant to see war. Apparently though, the world didn't work that way, and at this moment in time, Hannah Abbott was ever so slightly busy attempting to, well, save her own life.

Much to her annoyance, she was having a rather difficult time. She was a smart student, and after being in DA, she didn't think she was really all that bad at dueling. So really, she shouldn't have been struggling so much. Then again… the Death Eaters were rather good at hexes… obviously.

Oh, focus, Hannah! Focus! Narrowing dodging a flash of green light, Hannah turned away, sprinting towards another corridor, biting back tears. Why did she have to be nervous now of all times? Leaning against the wall and closing her eyes, she could hear the cries and screams that were probably only a few metres away from her. All those yells and wails were only a wall away.

Come on, Hannah. Now's not the time to fall apart. Think, Hannah, think.

Needless to say, Hannah Abbott was not good under pressure. In fact, she was very, very bad under pressure. This, apparently, wasn't a very good thing when you were in the middle of a war. In fact, it was a very, very bad thing.

Nevertheless, it was time to stop being such a wimp and to go and just bloody face the war. Everyone else seemed to be managing, why not her? Pushing herself off the wall, Hannah stood on her shaky legs, and clutched her wand nervously.

"Come on…" Hannah pleaded to herself quietly, wishing that she had the willpower to move her own two feet.

"Are you alright, Hannah?" Neville Longbottom looked worriedly at her, while casting a few nervous glances down the corridor – obviously on the lookout for more Death Eaters.

"S-sure," she stuttered in reply, staring at the floor. Feeling his gaze on her, she contradicted herself, shaking her head. "Not really."

For the first time in her life, Hannah looked up to see Neville Longbottom, of all people, looking… strong – like he could face anything. Maybe he really did belong in Gryffindor, despite what others said. Granted, she wouldn't have minded if he had been sorted into Hufflepuff. He was probably loyal enough for it.

"Come on, Hannah," Neville smiled weakly at her, unknowingly repeating the words that she had been yelling at herself only moments beforehand. "I'll back you up."

Sighing and biting her lip, Hannah shook her head quickly. "It's alright. Just give me a few moments."

"Hannah, we've got to go now," Neville said urgently. "This is war. We can't hang around waiting."

"I know – just a few moments, Nev, please."

"I'll back you up. No one will hurt you, come on, Hannah," he was pleading now, his eyes darting around the place. "I'll help you, Hannah."

"I can't." To her dismay, her bottom lip started to tremble and in no time she was furiously blinking back tears. "I can't."

"I'll help. Come on Hannah."

And there was just something about him. His sincerity and kindness...it made her reach out and take his hand. With that, they both walked away from the corridor, ready to take on the Death Eaters.

She was ready to fight. She was ready to win.