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: From now on, the story will contain depictions of trauma.}
August 1975
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Frank
MOLLY GAVE MEA CALMING DRAUGHT, MAKING ME FEEL NUMB AND LOST. I just sat on their couch staring at the grandfather clock. Watching the second hand click onto the next second. TICK...TOCK... TICK... TOCK. Over and over again as I waited for Alice to wake.
Tears rolled down my cheeks. I don't know why because the draught made it hard for me to feel anything. Nonetheless, tears came. They would fall into my mouth. Filling my tongue with an oddly satisfying salty taste.
TICK...TOCK... The draught slowly left my system. Making all of my emotions come up gradually. Tears ran down quicker. My breathing was heavier. Trying to cope, I wrung my hands as my legs bounced up and down. Memories of Alice flashed through my mind. Her scream. Her body. Her tears. All of it. Stuck to my mind like a parasite. I laid my head on my hands, hoping it would dissolve the recollections.
CRACK! I shot my head towards the main door. Fear spread quickly throughout my body. Did they find us? Were they here to finish what they started? The door flung open. Instinct took over my body as I hastily stood with my wand at the ready. A bright light took over my vision. Usually, I'd try to block the light with my hands, but because of fear and the knowledge I had from auror training, I forced my eyes forwards.
"Turn it off you bloody idiot," A harsh whisper spoke. The light immediately diminished. There Fabian and Gideon Prewett stood. We stared at each other, not knowing what to do.
Eventually, Fabian got antsy and ran up to me. His body crashed into mine. Gideon quickly followed, engulfing the two of us in a hug.
"They said you two died," Gideon cried. In all our years of friendship, I had never once heard him cry before.
"Who?" I asked. My voice was raspy and dry.
"The Daily Prophet," Fabian said.
We pulled apart.
"Paper came out as soon as you two were taken. They said you two were dead. We all thought... W-we thought..." Gideon stumbled.
"What happened?" Fabian asked. What happened. A simple question. At least I should have taken it as such but I didn't. My eyes quickly swelled as my feelings grew to be too much. Gideon rapidly rushed towards me and hugged me. I gripped his shirt as I cried.
"T-they...they tortured h-her...a-and I-I had t-to watch. All of it," I sobbed. Gideon rubbed my back. Patiently waiting for me to let go. But I didn't.
"Is she..." Fabian hesitated. I pulled away from Gideon.
"S-she's in the kitchen. S-sleeping." I wiped my nose on my sleeve. "I don't know what to do when she wakes," I said. "I-I'm a mess and I wasn't even the one w-who went through all of it."
