The moon was clearly visible in the black inky sky. It made its reflection on Alice's face as she leant across the windowsill. Lately it seemed always as though either her or Frank were out on business for the Order. Tonight however, was a rare occasion because all three of them, including their 1 year old son Neville, were home in Godric's hollow. She could hear the Quiddich on the television as she walked back into the living room. Plonking herself down on the couch she sighed.
'Frank dear, can we put the news on please?' She said.
'Hang on, he'll catch it I can feel it!' Replied her husband, enthusiastically. Sure enough, the Chudley Cannon's seeker did catch the snitch, ending the match. Frank jumped up off the couch, cheering with his arms waving in the air. Neville, who was playing on the floor in between his father's legs, laughed excitedly and threw his own little chubby arms up above his head. This made Alice laugh.
'You two are exactly the same,' she said shaking her head. Frank laughed and leant back, flicking through different stations. A television set was a rare item in a wizard home, but Alice was from a 'muggle' background and had insisted it be installed, much to the annoyance of Frank's mother.
'And it seems that this ghastly weather had finally decided to move on, were expecting lots of sunshine over the coming week, the lucky ones were able to catch a glimpse of the sun minutes before sunset today, something which London hasn't seen in months.' Read the Muggle newsreader.
'I wonder what that could mean?' Said Alice. 'It hasn't been sunny since the war started.' She frowned.
'We'll hear from the order if anything major happens.' Frank mused.
'Maybe I should duck over to the Potters place?' Said Alice as Neville started to cry. Picking him up she walked over to the kitchen to get his favourite sipper cup.
'You can't, remember!' shouted Frank across the living room. 'The Potters are in lockdown, no-one can get in or out of that joint!' He sighed. 'James must be going out of his mind.'
'And poor Harry, he probably hasn't played with anyone his own age in weeks!' said Alice, sitting Neville down in his highchair. Neville began to babble nonsensical words. 'He really is a very vocal child, the paediatrician was amazed at how advanced he is for his age!'
Frank laughed. 'You with all this muggle medical stuff, I don't need a muggle to tell me how smart my child is, I can see for myself. Take my word for it, Neville is going to achieve great things when he's older.' Alice smiled down at her one year old son and laughed when she saw he was changing the colour of his hair by banging his wand on his head over and over again. And that's when; utterly out of nowhere a rather large figure apparated into their living room.