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Ancestry: Muggle father, Muggle-born witch mother. (So way too Muggle to have Slytherin friends, not that I'd want them.)

Wand: Rowan wood, 10 inches, unicorn tail core.

Patronus: Koala

Height: 5'6" (weight 135 lbs)

Hello. You may not know me. My name is Hannah Abbot. I went to school with Harry Potter. Him, you probably know. I suppose you want to know about me.

My mum was a muggle-born witch. Dad was a Muggle. He’d been Mum’s sweetheart from before her Hogwarts days and stayed close to her every holiday. They were married after he finished University. He became a barrister. I came along three years later on the 22nd of March, 1980.

Mum realized I was a witch early on. Dad was okay with it because he was seeing the same talents in me that had so intrigued him about Mum when they were children, so he was prepared for the Hogwarts letter I received when I was eleven.

I had a really hard time as a little first year being so far from my family for the first time, but a fourth year by the name of Cedric Diggory took me under his wing, literally. He said that as long as he was here, I’d have a big brother. He meant it. After that I was included in all the things I’d been too shy to initiate on my own. He even helped me practice flying. That’s how I made friends at school—all Hufflepuffs. We got along with the other houses, but as Hufflepuffs, we stuck together. At the end of my fourth year Cedric was killed. Hufflepuff House went into mourning and never completely came out of it.

My best friends in Hufflepuff house were Ernie MacMillian, (I even went to the Yule Ball with him in fourth year, but we just went as good friends), Justin Finch-FLetchly, Megan Jones, and Susan Bones. I would have liked Wayne, but he changed during fourth year--probably because of Cedric, like the rest of us--and he wasn't a very nice boy to witches after that. Ernie can be a little overeager, but he makes me laugh. I got more studying done because of his study schedules. Zach Smith? Well, he was part of the group. We were always nice to him, even when I wished I could have pranked him like Ron's twin brothers did. Too often he just seemed like he was trying to out-Wayne Wayne. Zach wasn't very skilled at that game; he just wished he was.

I was made a prefect my fifth year along with Ernie, my friend. Mum and Dad were so proud. I suppose I was too, but mostly it just made me worried. There was so much more I had to prove. When I get worried, I lose control—yeah, that was me you heard about who turned the ferret into a flock of flamingoes. I’m still embarrassed. And yes, I was the one who was taken out of Herbology in tears because I fell apart panicking over my upcoming OWLs. I did do really well on my Defence OWL—but that’s as much to do with Harry Potter as anything. He helped all of us in the DA. (I’ve always liked Harry, even when my fellow Hufflepuffs nearly convinced me he was the Heir of Slytherin.)

In spite of all that evil that was going on outside of Hogwarts and the evil within that went by the name of Umbridge, the DA is what made fifth year worth it. That summer I was informed I’d earned 8 OWLs. I went on to NEWT level, preparing to work with legal magical contracts, rather like my dad, only the magical version of the job.

But the war was now real and all around us. Everyone was afraid, but especially families like mine, where our magical connections were tenuous at best. Our worst fears came to pass when, well into sixth year, Mum was killed by Death Eaters. I went home for three weeks for the funeral and to be with Dad. Dad and I did a lot of talking. There was no safe place for me to be. Finally I returned to Hogwarts, deciding that learning while in danger was better than not learning while in danger. But Mum’s death changed Dad and me both. Dumbledore’s death changed the whole wizarding world.

When that letter came from Headmistress McGonagall, I was astonished. In all my time at Hogwarts, I’d always assumed Hermione Granger would be head girl. Harry or Ron would be head boy. But McGonagall said in her letter that they had refused. They weren’t returning to Hogwarts. So the Head responsibilities were left to me and Ernie. It should have been a Hufflepuff triumph, but it didn’t feel like one. Not in the middle of the war we were in. I spent seventh year as Head Girl to a student body that was decimated by the war. Everyone had been affected, some of the students had been killed, some were staying away. We all grew closer together—except for a few of the Slytherins who had stayed yet refused to be part of us. It was during my seventh year that I became closer friends with Neville. We’d always been friendly, but with the house lines so blurred as we drew near for comfort and support during the war, I really got to know him. I have the greatest respect and admiration for him. I wish I could have been brave enough to tell him. But I’m a Hufflepuff—he’s the brave one.

Since I’ve left school, I’ve been studying magical contracts as an apprentice with the Knightly and Poppington firm of Wizarding Solicitors. I should qualify to take my test in another year.

Neville and I finally started dating in January. I moved in with him when Dad started dating Zemelda Smith--well, more than dating her. Since then, Neville and I have grown even closer. He means everything to me.

I have progressed rapidly at Knightly and Poppington, recently working with Draco Malfoy on his defence and with several wills of prominent wizarding families.

Dad married Zemelda Smith, I was quizzed about her by an Auror named Tonks and by Charlie Weasley--they seem to have as much reason as I do to dislike her. And now my stepmother is the new Minister of Magic.

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