A/N: So, this is the prologue for my second storry. I know this chapter is very short, but the next one will be longer - promised :)
Disclaimer: Again the world of Harry Potter does not belong to me, but J.K. Rowling
Prologue
"Finally!" said Alice Longbottom as she settled down on the couch with a glass of wine. " I thought he would never go to sleep."
Her husband Frank who was sitting next to her looked up at his young wife who had just returned from taking their one-year-old son Neville to bed. They both had had a rather eventful day at the Auror's office while Neville was at his grandmother's house as Augusta normally watched him during the days when both Alice and Frank had to work and now they were both looking forward to a quiet Halloween evening.
And tomorrow they would go have lunch at the Potter's whose son Harry was the same age as Neville. In fact Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom were born within a week of each other – Neville being only two days older than Harry.
The fact that their sons were born so close to each other had been a great excitement to Alice and Lilly as the two witches had already been good friends during their time at Hogwarts. Thus they had decided to name each other godmother of their respective sons.