Written for a Drabble Tag. Prompts were Neville/Hannah; Room of Requirement; Uncertainty

"Neville…."

"I have to," Neville said quietly.

It had been a few weeks since they'd gone into hiding. More and more kids were coming to the Room of Requirement now. Neville, with the help of his Dumbledore's Army coin, had kept in touch with Professor McGonagall. Any time the coin burned, that meant a student needed rescuing. It was burning now, and two names had appeared on it.

"Neville, the Carrows are starting to get suspicious," Hannah said. "And you almost got caught last time. What if there are more patrols out? What if they've found out and this is a trap?"

"And what if I don't go, and the Patils get sent to Azkaban?" he asked. Nevertheless, he didn't move any closer to the door.

"It doesn't have to be you."

"Michael's not strong enough yet," Neville told her. He looked over to where the Ravenclaw was sleeping, heavily bandaged.

"It's inhuman, what they did to him…." Hannah muttered.

"Right. That's why none of the younger ones can go either."

"I could—"

"No," he said flatly.

She sighed. "Wait one more night? If it happens again—"

"They may not have another night," Neville said, finally standing up. He looked at his watch—two in the morning. "Slytherins shouldn't be out now. I promise I'll be careful." Making his way to the door, fear and doubt overtook him. He paused, his hand on the doorknob, shaking. Hannah might be right. It might be a trap. One more day couldn't hurt—just to be sure….

No. He had no choice. He wouldn't have another student on his conscience—not after Michael. Turning to Hannah, he said, "I'll see you soon."

"I'll wait up."

With another deep breath, he pushed the door open and stepped into the chilly Hogwarts hall.