"Merry MasMas Mama!" The young boy shouted with glee. He couldn't quite say his words right yet, but he had been practicing very hard. "I lobe du!" His mother giggled. She knew what he meant.
"Come here, Neville-bug" She said, and crawled onto the floor, and wrapped her only son in a tight embrace. Lightly, she kissed his head. Alice Longbottom had been waiting for this day for a while. It was her sons first Christmas.
Downstairs, she heard Christmas music, and could smell bacon and eggs.
"Lets go downstairs and see what Daddy has cooking!" Alice picked up her son, and carried him downstairs.
"Dada!" The boy shouted, a big smile coming on his face. He ran into his fathers leg, and hugged it. His dad put down the spatula, and turned around to face his son and wife.
"Come here sport!" Frank Longbottom picked his son up off the floor, and wrapped his strong arms around him. "I love you"
"I love you too dad" Neville whispered. He wrapped his toned arms around his father, and then went beside his mothers bed, and hugged her tightly too.
St. Mungos was a lonely place to be on Christmas.
"Look mom, I brought you more flowers. And Dad, I got you a magazine. I know you love to look at the pictures." He said. Neville sat down in the arm chair that was beside both of their beds.
No one else was in ward ninety two.
"Lets put on some Christmas music" Neville said. He turned on the radio, and put the volume on as low as he could, but so that he knew his mother and father could still hear it.
"I have loads to tell you. I met a girl. Her name is Luna Lovegood. We just had twins, or she would be here with me. Frank and Alice. That's what we named them." Neville looked at his mother. As usual, she looked almost completely unresponsive.
"We put up our first Christmas tree. Last year we didn't bother. We were still moving in, you know. It looks beautiful." He looked over to his Father. Frank was looking at him, but his eyes still had the normal dreamy look.
The music softly went on. It was playing a melancholy tune. Neville felt the music reflected his mood.
"Here is a picture of the babies. The one on the left is Alice, and the right is Frank. I brought you each one, so you can keep them" Neville stared at the window, watching the soft snowfall hit the windowpane.
Then, he felt a small tap on his shoulder. His Mother was pointing at the picture, she seemed excited.
"Yes, mom, those are your grandchildren." Neville looked at his mom. Her baby blue eyes were commanding his attention, and she ever so softly muttered one single word.
"Neville" He got so excited. That had to be one of the first words his mother had said since that fateful day Bellatrix Lestrange rendered her insane.
He looked over to his father.
"You guys remember me?" he asked. Then, suddenly, his father did the same. Whispered that one singleword that he hadn't heard fall off his fathers lips since he was one.
"Sport" He looked at his father, and he felt his eyes tearing up.
"Neville Dearest, I am sorry to interrupt, but extended visiting hours are over" It was the Healer that had been taking care of his parents since they had been admitted.
"Did you hear them? They remember me!" Neville was so excited.
"They have been working hard for months, I guess it was their Christmas present to you." She said smiling.
Neville looked one last time at his parents. They were still looking at him. This time, if only for a second, Neville saw his old parents again.
"Merry Christmas Dad. Merry Christmas Mom." Neville said. As he walked out of the ward, he realized that this just had to be one of the best Christmases he had ever had.
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