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Neville was looking forward to the end of the school year, almost more than he normally did.  He was looking forward to being home all of the time with Hannah, every once in a while coming back to look after the greenhouses.  He took a sip of his tea before sitting back down in his chair.  The photo from six years ago sitting on his desk, Hannah and Minni before Min's first year at Hogwarts, she was so little, so innocent, everything ahead of her.  He couldn't believe that in three months she was going to be a mother.  He missed her, the Minni that she was before her seventh year, the Minni that he was close to, the Minni that could come to him for anything.  He opened the top drawer of his desk to take out a piece of parchment to write her, wanting to see her, though their last couple meetings hadn't gone according to plan, when he stopped.  The little black box was sitting, neatly tucked away, in the corner of that drawer.  He had no doubt that the answer would be yes, but the timing just wasn't right.