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
GREEN FLAMES ENGULFED ME. I appeared in my fireplace not a second later.
I stepped out, into my house, covered in soot. I threw my auror coat on the kitchen table. I walked over to the cupboard and grabbed a teacup.
Out of nowhere, the soot on my clothes disappeared.
"Mum," I sighed. I turned around to find my mum standing by the kitchen door. She waved her wand and placed a kettle on the stove. "It's late, Mum. You should be asleep."
"How many times do I have to tell you to clean up the ash before you walk all over the place," Mum said. "And coats do not belong on the table." She waved her wand and the coat floated to lay over top of a chair.
"Mum—"
"You're late, again."
"I don't have a bedtime, Mum. So, you don't have to stay up, waiting for me," I said.
"Frank. You are an auror during a war. Of course, I'm going to stay up and wait for you to come home. And if you cared enough, you wouldn't come home late."
"I'm stationed at Hogwarts. The biggest threat is children skiving off."
"It's mindsets like that, that get you killed."
"Who is going to attack a place with Dumbledore?" I asked.
"Maniacs like—like that guy." Mum moved her hands around.
"Like who?" I pressed.
"Oh, you-know-who," Mum exasperated.
The kettle whistled in pain. Mum waved her wand and the kettle poured boiling water into my teacup. Tea leaves quickly followed.
I sighed. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to worry you," I said.
Mum walked over to me. "I just want you to be safe. And as your mother, it is my job to worry."
"I know." I closed the distance between us and wrapped her in a hug. "I appreciate it."
"How's Alice?" Mum pulled away and sat in a chair. Confused, I cocked my head. "Assuming, you were with her?"
"I wasn't—"
"Yes, of course, you weren't. You're just stationed at Hogwarts, where your girlfriend is, mind you. And you come home hours after your shift ended. A fool could figure it out, Frank."
"I thought you didn't like her," I smirked. I sat in a chair and sipped my tea.
"It's not that I don't like her, I just thought that you could do better."
"Thought? Not think?" I asked.
Mum scoffed. "No, not think. Thought. She's brilliant, anyone can see that. I just wish she'd be a proper woman. No working and such ungodly things." She gagged.
