When the Journey Finds the End

A HariPo drabble

by mew-tsubaki

Note: The Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. This pairing was discovered by my buddy, Morghen, so please give her a little mention if you write them! Thanks! It is one of many of Mew and Mor's Weird Pairings, most of which you may find in Mor's and my forum, "Mew and Mor's Weird Pairings Fan Stories," found here (Just take out the spaces!): http : / forum. fanfiction. net/ forum /Mew_and_Mors_Weird_Pairings_Fan_Stories /76194 / Read, review, and enjoy! And check out and join the forum FUN! *Note: For Morghen, who agreed with me that this pairing has cute possibilities…except I'm going for a subdued tone here. *lol*

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Just because they were nobodies didn't mean that they couldn't have worked to their hearts' content to make a life for themselves.

Nowadays, Rolf thinks that maybe that's where he went wrong. He watched the war, all right, and the rise and fall (it was more like a little stumble) and subsequent rise of Harry Potter and friends. But he watchedwatchedwatched and didn't really a · c · t because it wasn't in his nature. Retreating—it was what he did best. He had lovelovelove for the big, w-i-d-e world, but he knew his arms weren't big enough to protect it all.

So he left it up to his classmates, Housemates, and friends.

(And, oh, Luna, how he worried when you—his friend—disappeared*then reappeared*then dissolved into the foray to fight.)

Just because they were nobodies didn't mean that they couldn't have worked to their hearts' content to make a life for themselves.

Nowadays, Hannah wonders if it had really been worth it. All the sacrifices made, all the suffering the D.A. saved…and undertook. Pushpushpush—it's all they ever seemed to do and sure, they made a difference, but did the end justify the mean? How many were ( ( l o s t ) ) ? How many i.n.j.u.r.e.d. ? How many minds were there, irrevocably broken beyond r*e*p*a*i*r? Things were never going to be p-p-perfect and she knew that now. Truly, she knew it.

(And, Neville, how she fretfretfretted when her eyes lost sight of you during the battle—she couldn't focus on fighting the bad guys when you might've been more than just [momentarily] g o n e.)

Just because they were nobodies didn't mean that they couldn't have worked to their hearts' content to make a life for themselves.

And they did. Rolf left to wander&&wonder on his own for a while. Then he came back a few years later to find that Luna wanted to follow a similar |path|. Godric, it was so r · i · g · h · t to have her by hishishis side…

So when he asked her several years after that to remain .::permanently::. by his side, he feltfeltfelt he'd made the r · i · g · h · t choice.

(But even Eagles can be w-r-o-n-g.)

Just because they were nobodies didn't mean that they couldn't have worked to their hearts' content to make a life for themselves.

Hannah made Helga Hufflepuff proud in doing so. Hannah couldn't leave her home—wherever Neville was—so she took what little there was and rebuilt something a~w~e~s~o~m~e. She found her f.o.o.t.i.n.g. and helped h e r s e l f up when no one else could. She created a strong home and helped a once-dull business f*l*o*u*r*i*s*h.

Things were just looking b-b-brilliant when Neville discovered he had feelings for her, too. Nothing could've been betterbetterbetter.

(But she was a Huff and she was tough and…really, loyalty will only get one so far when you're blind to everything around you.)

Just because they were nobodies didn't mean that they couldn't have worked to their hearts' content to make a life for themselves.

So Rolf and Hannah…they persevered. Rolf and Luna had twins—Lorcan&&Lysander—and Hannah and Neville made a home with just the two of them. Life seemed to be that picture you found in a kid's fAiRyTaLe book.

But they're all too old&&knowledgeable for that.

For Rolf, it was probably Luna's "stops" at home. Infrequent at first and frequenttoo frequent as time ~flew~ by, the little trips toyed with Rolf's heart and set his logical mind into overload. When he plucked up enough courage to !voice! his concerns, Luna stared at him, that ~*~dreamy~*~ smile on her face.

It was the closest thing to a lie that Rolf would ever come by from her.

For Hannah, Neville's living&&working at a castle a c-o-u-n-t-r-y a w a y planted seeds of d.o.u.b.t. before Hannah even had time to let it sink in that he'd be working at Hogwarts after a few years as an Auror. He would have f*r*e*e r-e-i-g-n and Hannah wouldn't be there to hold his hand (or tug on his leash).

And she ignored the fact that he talked notatall about Luna, Harry, Luna, or the others… Funny—couldn't you not forget those whose lives you fought to save and who fought to save you?

So she wondered, The Department of Mysteries—maybe whatever s~t~a~r~t~e~d there had never ended?

Right in one, Hannah, sweet Hannah. Rolf took a little longer to reach the same CoNcLuSiOn.

25th anniversary: No one would miss it. Twenty-five years since the war-to-end-all-wars…and Hannah, and Rolf, felt as though they were privately starting one all over again.

Because Harry made a speech. Because Hermione caught them all up on p-r-o-g-r-e-s-s. Because Ron reminded them of the happiness they'd all secured (was he j-j-joking?) afterwards. Because Ginny led several others in a little flight to honor the fallen.

In all the seriousness, nothing could've felt like more of a SHAM.

To the side, where no one paid attention, where others stood—forgotten—where only memories stirred back to l*i*f*e (oh, wait, they'd been rekindled for decades…)…stood Luna&&Neville&&others who no one would really giving a flying *bleep* about because all Hannah and Rolf could see was the Luna&&Neville and all Hannah and Rolf could hear was the melded laughter of Luna&&Neville and all Hannah and Rolf could taste in their mouths was the bitterness of betrayal given to them like an unbearable g · i · f · t from Luna&&Neville.

When Rolf and Hannah ran into each other, it was all they could do not to break down, so they didn't meet each other's eyes.

But Rolf said, "Let's…grab a cuppa."

And Hannah said, "Yes, that'd be nice."

And they marchmarchmarched into Hogsmeade into the Hog's Head because anyone who really bothered to enter the village was going to clamber for Rosmerta's product. And they sat silentsilentsilent in the Hog's head, Rolf glad that his twin sons had gone off to see their friends, Hannah glad that she'd never had Neville's child to begin with. And they sipsipsipped their drinks because really, they last thing either of them wanted was to hear useless, meaningless, e (m) p (t) y words from one another.

So when the sun set and the sky was H~a~Z~y with warm, languid colors, they both opened their mouths and said, "Love is a load of BULL."

And, as they say, the ice was b-r-o-k-e-n.

It was just a companionship, only meant-to-be a companionship. But Hannah worked hard to *hold on* to it and Rolf figured out that this was probably the only -sure- thing that had happened in his life, so neither wanted to mess it up by throwing around that littlelittlelittle w.o.r.d.

Yet they're both too old&&knowledgeable for that.

The whole world knew Luna&&Neville, and Rolf and Hannah became used to that, almost grew a-c-q-u-a-i-n-t-e-d with that. If Luna&&Neville could have the one on whom they relied the most, could trust the most, then why couldn't Rolf&&Hannah?

Just because they were nobodies didn't mean that they couldn't have worked to their hearts' content to make a life for themselves. And Rolf&&Hannah nurtured those hearts…one another's h-e-a-r-t-s.

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:] I am very proud of this piece. It captured Rolf and Hannah without making them too OOC or OC, for that matter. I didn't like hurting them with the Luna&&Neville pairing, but hey, it was thrown in there for an obvious purpose. And Rolfannah…I think I might have a soft spot for them now. ;3

Thanks for reading and please review!

-mew-tsubaki :)