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...
{TW: This chapter will contain some nudity and heavy discrimination of violence and torture. Also, lots of blood and cutting on the arm (done by another person). If this makes you uncomfortable, skip to the AN at the end of the chapter, and I'll explain what you need to know for plot reasons.}
August 1975
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Frank
WE APPARATEDIN A BIG DUNGEON. It appeared as though everyone had forgotten about it. Cracks filled the dirty walls. The lasting smell of mould and mildew didn't help its looks either. The room was also cold. Far colder than I expected. Small splashing sounds echoed as water dripped from the ceiling.
I didn't have time to think about anything else before Voldemort shot a spell at me. My body was overfilled with peace and calmness. It wasn't the kind of peace I felt with Alice, but the kind that felt empty. "Stay," A voice in my head said. So I did. My body took control and didn't move. My eyes stared at the concrete walls in front of me. Refusing to look away.
I heard a metal door close behind me. Then silence followed quickly after. The only thing disturbing the uncanny silence was a soft sob. The familiar cry began interrupting the peace I felt in my body. I no longer was relaxed because I knew who that cry belonged to. It could only belong to one person. Alice.
I tried to look at her. I tried to call her name. I tried to touch her. I tried and tried and tried but couldn't move, no matter how determined I was. A single tear of frustration rolled down my cheek. I just wanted to look at her-to comfort her. And I couldn't. All I could do was hear her sob. It hurt. It hurt so much just listening to her.
"Ooo. New toys," A female voice said as the door behind me opened.
"You will have time to play later, but only if they don't comply. Understand? These two are very powerful," Voldemort instructed. The women grunted as if disappointed.
The two walked where my eyes were focused. The women stood relatively close to Voldemort. Closer than most friends would. She had large dark curls that looked as though she struggled to control them. Her skin was pale, contrasting the dark clothes that laid on her body.
"What's your name?" Voldemort released the imperius curse from me. Ignoring him, I turned and found Alice. She was lying down on the floor, clutching her side. Her face was wet from tears. Hair stuck to her cheeks. I bent down and combed her hair out of her face. "If I'm not mistaken, it looks as though we've got young lovers here, Bella," He chuckled.
"He didn't answer you, my lord," Her voice sounded with excitement and impatience.
"Not yet," He said.
"What's your name, boy!" Her loud voice echoed throughout the walls.
I looked up at her. "Frank." I found Alice's hand and weaved my fingers with hers. Her hand shook. I squeezed it, trying to calm her.
