Alice and Frank Longbottom stood at the grave sites. Their son, Neville, was staying at Frank's mother's house while they were gone. The couple were paying their lasts respects to two dear friends, Lily and James Potter. Lily and James had been in the Order of the Phoenix with the Longbottoms, and fifteen months ago, both couples were confronted with the fact that Voldemort was after their sons. Alice had been a good friend of Lily's back in Hogwarts, and they had only become closer through the Order.
The Potters had been murdered the night before. Most of the wizarding world was breathing a sigh of relief because when Voldemort went to kill their son, the dark wizard himself had gotten the curse. While the people celebrated, they forgot to mourn the deaths that it had cost.
The Potters' funeral had been very quick and hush-hush. Fearing that the bodies would be harmed by Voldemort's followers, Dumbledore had them buried the morning after they died. Most people would not have been able to attend. The ministry and several Order members were running around trying to gather up the Death Eaters. Of the Potters' three closest friends, Sirius Black was in Azkaban after betraying them, Peter Pettigrew was dead after being killed by Sirius, and Remus Lupin was at home, ill. Their baby boy, Harry, had been moved for his own safety. It was decided that the couple should have a private funeral, and no one was in attendance.
Though the funeral had been nine hours before, by six o'clock that evening, lilies covered the recently upturned earth. Alice shook her head at them. Most people didn't know (or care to know) that Lily's favorite flower was the petunia, and James's was the white rose (the only lily he loved was Lily Evans). Alice watched, tears silently falling down her face, as Frank laid down a bouquet of petunias at Lily's grave and a bouquet of white roses at James's grave. Frank, an amateur herbologist, thought that the white roses were quite appropriate for their meaning of eternal love and respect, something that he had for the Potters.
Leaving the flowers and the unspoken good-byes, the Longbottoms apparated to their house. They were going to bring the soup Alice had cooked before leaving to Frank's mother's house. When they got to the house, they were ambushed. Frank didn't even have time to blink before he was hit with the Cruciatus Curse. Neither would remember going to the graveyard in Godric's Hollow, nor would they remember their son, their jobs, their friends, or who they were at all.