The tragic love story of the underrated heroes, Frank and Alice Longbottom.
The story starts in 1974 (Aka Alice's 6th year) and ends in 1982.
Disclaimer I don't own the rights to these characters. These are owned by JKR. Also, we do not like her her...
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Frank
THE LAST COUPLE OF WEEKS HAVE BEEN THE BEST WEEKS OF MY LIFE. Simply because I spent most of my days with Alice. It was heaven on earth.
We would be seen together during our free time, sitting underneath a tree near the Black Lake. We were usually eating sweets and talking. When we weren't by the Black Lake, we were studying together in the library. We often fool around the majority of the time instead of studying. We would get pretty loud too. Frequently, laughing until our stomachs hurt.
At first, Alice hated being so loud. She was always scared we would get in trouble, but eventually, she contributed to the noise. It wasn't rare for Madam Pince to tell us off. She was constantly making us leave the library. (Alice got used to that too). Lily once told me that Alice was only loud when she was with me. She said I brought that part out of Alice.
Alice brought out parts of me too. Features I didn't even know I had, like peace, calmness and silence. I always hated the quiet growing up. Mum would often scold me for being too loud around the house. I would never listen, of course, because it made me uncomfortable. But with Alice, there was something beautiful about it. Something I learned to love. But it was only with her that I loved it.
Alice and I were sitting at the bottom of a tree looking out onto the Black Lake. It was peaceful and quiet. Alice had sweets in her hands as she stared at the water. I gazed at her as I drew a picture of her face in my head. Alice scrunched her nose, signalling she was deep in thought. The sun bounced off of her pale skin as if she was an angel. It was stunning—the water reflected in her eyes. I also couldn't help but notice the way her hair moved in the light breeze. I smiled at the masterpiece I had in my head and at the one in front of me.
"Have you ever wanted to meet a mermaid?" Alice looked at me as she handed me a sweet.
"Not really. I heard they're vile." I popped the treat into my mouth—Mmm, caramel.
"Do you think if I were really kind to them, they would be nice to me?" She asked.
"I think you would need to be extra cautious with them. But if anyone can befriend a mermaid, it's you."
"You think?"
"Well, it would be hard, and you'd probably get hurt. I don't suggest doing it, but I think there's a chance you'd be successful," I said, hoping Alice wouldn't try it. She nodded as if she understood.
She turned her attention back to the lake. The comfortable silence allowed my mind to wander to tomorrow's events. My palms began to sweat. The question was straightforward in my mind. It made my heart pound like a drum. Heat rose to my cheeks. What if she said no? I took a deep breath. "Gryffindor is playing Slytherin tomorrow. So when we win—"
"When? Or if?" She smirked. I playfully rolled my eyes.
"When we win, Gryffindor is holding a party. Would you like to come?" I asked. I tried desperately to tame my beating heart, but it wouldn't settle. I could feel the heat rise to my ears, making me embarrassed. I hoped she wouldn't notice. So, I had to try not to fidget with my fingers consciously.
