Neville smiled at the sight in front of him, it was a wonderful autumn afternoon. Sitting along Pansy on the soft enormous blanket with their grandchildren surrounding them. Enjoying the last days of Autumn before winter and ice made it impossible to enjoy the garden, at least with such young infants.
Narcissa Malfoy was the princess that everyone thought she would be once Violet and Scorpius told the family the name they had chosen for their daughter, just like her namesake.
Grey eyes and short sandy brown hair. 6 years old and nervously waiting for the arrival of her first sibling, Neville had called her Vivi too many times. Right now, she seemed like a big girl, leaning against his side, reading a book. "Grandpa, what does ambiguity mean?" Cissy asked.
Neville wondered what kind of book Hermione was giving to his granddaughter. "It's when something has more than one meaning," Pansy answered.
"Thanks, Grandma."
"I knew the meaning of that word, my love," Neville told his wife, a huge smile on his face.
"Of course, you did, but their parents are not known for their patience, are they?" She asked, blowing him a kiss.
Their relationship had not really been a surprise, Vivi and Scorp were best friends from a young age. Pansy and Draco had unofficially, and without telling their respective spouses, planned the children's betrothal since they were 13.
In the summer before their 7th year, Neville regretted having taught them the Patronus charm when they were so young. The things he heard from the squirrel in Malfoy's voice... He did not want to remember them. He should have asked Hermione to obliviate him.
The red hair of Sage Longbottom had been a surprise. Pansy's mother, Calliope, had been a ginger woman, so it was genetically possible. But Valerie was engaged, at the time, to Elliot Nott who had no ginger hair in his side of the family.
Sagie made the couple finally confess that they were not just two parents, they had been in a triad relationship with Edmund Weasley since their final year at Hogwarts.
Neville still could remember the tears falling down Val's face as she asked Elliot to go get him. Neville had been so disappointed with himself. That his little girl had not felt safe to tell them. He had hugged his Valerie for hours.
Looking at his only grandson, as he picked the leaves that had fallen from the trees and threw them over himself again, Neville could not stop smiling and making the leaves fly a little more, hearing the 4-year-old shriek of amusement. "Thank you, Grandpa!"
"Shhh, Sagie, you will wake up Sigal... and you know how loud she gets," Neville whispered.
Sigal Longbottom, black hair and soft brown eyes, was only thirteen months old and happily sleeping on Pansy's chest, a wool lilac blanket wrapped around her. She had the biggest lungs in the family, and the only person who seemed to calm her was Pansy, maybe because they looked so similar. And at age one she had slept at her grandparents more than her older brother or older cousin.
Maybe because of so many sleepovers, Valerie got pregnant just a couple months after Siggie was born. Neville looked at the little Moses basket on his side, Seena was sleeping as peacefully as her sister. One month old and this was the first time she spent the day at Great Rollright.
Neville was lost in his thoughts when Sage threw himself in the middle of the blanket. Thank Merlin for cushioning charms, or he was sure they would have earned a trip to St Mungo's. "I'm hungry! Can we have a snack?" the young boy asked.
"Oh... a snack sounds wonderful..." Narcissa added, closing her book, "I can help make tea."
Neville kissed her forehead, his eyes finding Pansy's, who nodded with a smile. "I'm not that old, Nebbie... I can look after three of my grandchildren while you go to the kitchen. And two of them are asleep." She said, "Cissa, when grandpa lets you choose the cookies and biscuits, can you choose some Jammie dodgers for grandma?"
