Hannah has been naive in the past, willing to take people at their word until they are proven wrong. It's an endearing quality but she is more apt to believe what's told than most people around her. She has issues performing under pressure and she is the kind of person that is easily flustered. But she is willing to be loyal to her friends, and is fiercely supportive of those she cares about. She's a hard worker, and she keeps trying until she succeeds. She is quiet, but not necessarily shy. She is a bit more of a introvert than the people around her and her favorite way to decompress is to read a book or play Wizard's Chess with a friend. It's not that she hates being in a crowd, but she needs space from the crowd to recharge her batteries. She is always willing to extend a helping hand, however she has needed to learn to say no. She's the one who gets things done though and she's more than happy to take care of execution while other people dream up plans. Her confidence has been low in the past but it has continually grown since she had gotten involved in Dumbledore's Army.

However, her involvement in the War and the Battle of Hogwarts has had some adverse effects on her personality. The sight she'd blocked out of her memory has haunted her in her dreams, causing her to be moody and sullen, relying on Calming Draught to get some sleep. She has also convinced herself that she needs to put on a brave face for her closest friends after the Battle, with all the deaths of friends and family. She has a constant need to prove she's doing well, even though she's clearly not.

My wise mother once said that in order to know where you're going, you have to know where you came from. So I guess it's a good idea to give you a little bit of a background on where I came from. My mother, Miranda Sandstorm, a Muggleborn witch, and my father, Thomas Abbott, a Muggle, met in London, where they went to primary school together. My Mum knew nothing about her magical abilities until she received her letter. When she went off to Hogwarts, she kept in touch with Dad by writing letters. Grammy Sandstorm would owl Dad's letters to Mum and she'd owl her letters so that Grammy could send them to Dad. It was rather sweet. It wasn't until Mum finished at Hogwarts that she finally told Dad about the truth and they began a courtship that lasted a couple of years until they got married and had me, their lovely little Hannybear.

And the rest of the world knows me by my name. Hannah Abbott. Yeah, my name doesn't ring a bell, does it? Well, if you remember, I was the first one to wear that Sorting Hat in first year. I was sorted into Hufflepuff and I haven't looked back since. People would call me a 'background girl' since I don't really tend to draw too much attention to myself, which is fine. I tend to follow a crowd rather than lead it anyway. If you're looking for me, you'll probably find me with my friends. I'm really good friends with a lot of my housemates, including Justin Finch-Fletchley, Ernie McMillan, Susan Bones...They're the best friends a girl could ever have. We really stuck by each other, especially when a lot of Muggleborn students were being attacked our second year. That was a tough time for me, since Justin was was attacked. I thought Harry Potter was responsible for the attacks because he spoke Parselmouth. I was also the one who came up with the flowering shrub theory. You know, Sirius Black had to have avoided dectection somehow, him being an Animagus! Then our fourth year, I was really excited when Cedric Diggory was chosen as the Hogwarts Champion for the Tri-Wizard Tournament. A couple of notable events happened in my fifth year. I really expanded my circle of friends when I joined Dumbledore's Army. Harry and Hermione especially helped me in improving my Defense Against the Dark Arts skills and I loved having a larger social circle. I defended Harry against Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, and I would do it again, for him or for anyone else in that group. I also became a prefect with Ernie that year, but after the whole incident with him talking me into believing Harry was the Heir of Slytherin, we kind of just grew apart.

After my sixth year, when my mother died, things started to get bad. I missed out on an entire year of schooling. Then when I finally got back to Hogwarts, Muggleborns were being gathered up and awful things were happening to them. Classes were changing, we were learning Dark Arts and hearing all this hate-mongering in Muggle Studies. It was terrible! You-Know-Who had taken over the Ministry and it was bad news all around. I went back to the Dubledore's Army group while Harry, Ron and Hermione were gone. I got prepared; we all had to be at the top of our game for what we all knew was coming. I never thought I would have an active part in a war, but it was my chance to take a stand. I had to stand by my friends. The day permanently engrained itself in my memory. Defending the secret passages all over Hogwarts, for the first time, I felt brave. I faced death and it was scary but it was something I had to do out of necessity. Luckily for me, Harry had been there to help me out, otherwise, I never would have made it.

For the first time in her life, Hannah distanced herself from her friends in Dumbledore's Army and her own close friends in Hufflepuff. The darkness of the war had taken its toll on her. Having witnessed death in various forms, including killing Death Eaters in defense of her school as well as her own brush with death, she's retreated into herself even more than usual. She spent her entire summer burried in books, studying, catch up the year she missed when her mother died. Her father had attempted to cheer her up with a vacation, but Hannah brushed it off, insisting that she needed to be prepared for school. The limited amount of time she did allow herself to relax, she had gone out to see some live Quidditch with her father.