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A couple of weeks after the Battle of Hogwarts after all of the funerals and memorials, both Neville and his Gran were settled back into their home glad that the war was over and wondering about the progress that Frank and Alice made in their new home wh
A couple of weeks after the Battle of Hogwarts after all of the funerals and memorials, both Neville and his Gran were settled back into their home glad that the war was over and wondering about the progress that Frank and Alice made in their new home when they received a letter from Augusta's brother, Algie that updated them on their progress.
Dear Neville and Augusta,
Don't worry about us all of us are fine here, including Frank and Alice. I'm glad to hear about Neville's actions this past year during the war. Both Frank and Alice are doing better here than what they've been doing at St. Mungo's, even though they will never be like they were before their attack. Frank is starting to communicate with us and he's now in a wheelchair that allows him to get around, even with his limited physical ability. This is a whole lot better than seeing him in a bed. I've enclosed a piece of parchment with his first words that he "typed" out on his communications board that he now uses to communicate with us and the staff with. Alice, on the other hand has made great strides this year, she's starting to talk on her own and the staff here has even gotten her started with vocational rehabilitation where she can learn a trade that she can do back in England. She's even competed in a muggle sporting event for people like here and performed admirably, even though she did come in next to last place but Enid and I were proud of her for just being able to participate. One thing though, she does know that she has a son named Neville but she thinks that he's one going on two not seventeen going on eighteen. The Healers here think that having Neville visit with her on a regular basis will help Alice to realize that her son is now grown, so for the summer we've arranged for him to have an internship in the herbology department in the wizarding hospital here. You're also welcome to come over here too, since I know that you want to see how both Frank and Alice are doing. Augusta if you haven't told him about his first year, you better tell him before someone else does and you know what I'm talking about. I've enclosed some muggle pictures of Alice in her muggle sporting event.
Love,
Algie
After reading the letter, Neville looked at his Gran wondering what it could be that she needed to tell him. Augusta looked pale at the part that she needed to reveal a secret to him, after keeping it from him all this time.
"So do you want to go to Switzerland, it was nice of Algie to set up that internship for you," Augusta told her grandson hoping that he wouldn't ask her what she's been trying to hide from him for years.
"That was nice of him, but what is this thing that I'm supposed to know about?" Neville asked his grandmother who looked like she didn't want to share this information with him in order to protect him from the guilt that it could cause.
"Wouldn't want to look at these pictures of your parents, while I go and retrieve a memory of what happened right after the first war when your parents were still healthy?" Augusta asked her grandson while trying to stall for time.
"I guess so, as long as you plan on letting me know what's going on," Neville replied sounding curious as to what it could be that his Gran was so reluctant to tell him.
About an half an hour later Augusta came down the stairs carrying the family pensive and what appeared to be a potion in a glass vial. She immediately placed the contents of the vial in the pensive and motioned her grandson to join her in the memory.
Neville recognized that he was in his house, but there was another Gran there, a younger looking one who looked like she was relieved about something when a knock was heard at the door. When the younger version of his grandmother answered the door, he was surprised to see both of his parents standing there looking healthy and vibrant, with a chubby toddler in a stroller who he recognized as a younger version of himself.
"What are you doing here, it's late and besides it isn't even safe for you to be out late not with You Know Who after little Neville here," Augusta reprimanded her son after waking her up in the middle of the night.
"I guess that you haven't heard the news yet, mom," Alice greeted her mother in law while pecking her on the check while entering her mother in law's house along with her husband and son.
"Yeah, well You Know Who was defeated earlier tonight by the other one, the Potter boy. So that means that we're safe and no one will go after Neville now," Frank informed his mom.
Augusta looked at him in surprise and then said, "I thought that Neville would be the one to defeat You Know Who, not the Potter boy. Isn't he a half blood while Neville here is a pure blood. I thought that he would go after the pure blooded boy not the half blood," Augusta replied sounding pleased that her little family was safe after all.
"I think that's what everyone thought too, but isn't it great that the war's over now we can go back to our normal lives and in a few days we plan on going back to work in the Auror department. Besides, aren't you glad that we're all still alive and well after all of this. Now we need to celebrate the fact that we're alive not that the Potters are dead," Alice told Augusta.
"I'm glad that you're alive and well, but I don't think that we should be celebrating that another little boy has lost his parents tonight," Augusta looked at the two of them while Neville was looking at the grownups wondering what they were talking about.
When the older Neville and Augusta got out of the pensive, Neville looked at his grandmother wondering what they were talking about and wondering if that was the reason that his parents spent all of those years in St. Mungo's.
"Did you ever think that I caused their attack?" Neville asked his Gran wondering if that was why she had pushed him to be like his father all these years.
Neville's grandmother didn't answer the question not wanting to tell her grandson the truth, though Neville took her silence as a yes that she did blame him for his parents' condition.
"I don't believe this, how could you even blame me for something that happened when I was just a baby, because of some stupid prophecy," Neville yelled back at his grandmother who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but there for the moment.
"I don't know, when they were first injured and I was told that there was no hope for them I was angry at everyone. I blamed myself, the ones who did it and even you, because I felt that they would be better off dead and having you as the Boy Who Lived. Over the years, I looked at why Harry was chosen over you, since you were the obvious choice as the one to defeat You Know Who because you were a pure blood and he wasn't. I know I should have been more supportive of you when you were younger and I loved you even before you became this great war hero. You don't even know that when your parents were attacked, you were also attacked and fighting for your life when I found you. I stayed by your hospital bed most of the time, while you were healing from your injuries and sometimes I wondered if you showing signs of magic was a result of the injuries that you received when you were younger," Augusta told her grandson tearfully while Neville still looked disgusted that she would even think that he would cause his parents injury.
"I was hurt when you found me?" Neville asked timidly.
"Yes, and I didn't even know where your parents were for almost two years and when they were found alive, I was so happy until I found out that they suffered irreparable damage. Do you forgive me for ever thinking that you could of caused this accident, and do you still want to go to Switzerland if not for me but for your parents?" Augusta answered her grandson sounding hopeful.
"No, but I'll still go to Switzerland for them and besides this internship sounds interesting. I would like to know what they've been doing for the past year anyway. I want to see if the internship people could find me other housing away from you and for the next few days until we leave, I'm going over to The Leaky Cauldron to stay since I can't stand to be under the same roof as you right now," Neville answered her while taking the piece of parchment and the muggle pictures with him.
A few minutes later he left with their departure instructions, since they would be leaving within the next few days. When Augusta realized that her grandson had left with the pictures and parchment, she cried because she never had a chance to see what her son's first words were in almost seventeen years.
On the piece of parchment that Neville took with him had the words, "I'm glad to be alive and able to see my family."
Author's Note: In future chapters you'll see if Neville does forgive his Gran and you'll see both Frank and Alice.