Frank Longbottom

July 30th 1980 was one of the best days of my life. I remember how the nurses handed me the small baby in a bundle of blankets, and I held him in my arms. Big brown eyes stared up at me, and I felt my heart warm at the sight.

It felt weird to be holding something so small, and I held him with care, fearing that he would break. He was so tiny, so fragile.

I imagined him growing up; taking his first steps, learning to talk, getting his Hogwarts letter… I couldn't wait for it all to happen. I couldn't wait to see what house he would be sorted into, and what job he would get. I imagined him one day getting married.

At the moment, I was the happiest I could ever be.

It had finally happened. I was a father.