Pairing: AliceFrank
Worse than dead
They don't all agree on the fact that death is the worst thing that could happen in this war.
Alice and Frank, however, know that it is true, though.
It breaks her heart that Neville could be made orphan, at any second. Her chest aches when she thinks of him waking up one morning screaming, both of his parents gone, their bodies bloodied – the Dark Mark blasted into the sky.
Frank, he tells her to not worry. He tells her that they're fighting, resisting him. Sometimes, sometimes, as she watches her mum rock the wailing Neville, ever so gently, and she assures her "Mum, it's fine – we'll be fine. We'll be careful, don't worry," she curses herself.
She had been thinking, at that instant, about joining Y- Voldemort. Because Malfoy, Malfoy and his wife, they don't need to worry that their spawn will get killed by Voldemort. They don't need to worry that their son will die for being born of the resistance, like little Neville and Harry.
They don't need to worry about anything, except slaying their enemies, playing their twisted games, spreading terror. They don't need to worry about the war, about the fall of the Ministry, of their community falling and becoming their monstrous dream – because that was their goal all along, wasn't it?
But she chases that thought away, that thought about joining Voldemort, because it's not true. At all. She thinks of Frank holding her, assuring her that they'll win, Voldemort and his followers will die, and they'll be rewarded and free – he assures her Neville will be able to grow up in peace, unlike them. She thinks of Neville, his chubby fists grabbing her hair, her hands as he gurgles happily – she thinks of her mother and Mrs Longbottom, who believe in them. She thinks of James, Lily, and even little Harry – she thinks of Marlene's spirit looking down at her.
Their world is fragile, but cannot be touched by Voldemort. Their world is fighting, fighting against him. Her badger's heart knows it, believes in it.
When he disappears, when the entire Order gathers and celebrate, clink glasses, mourn Lily and James, toast little Harry – Helga bless him, wherever he is, Frank and Alice don't think about the aftermath. They didn't think about four Death Eaters sneaking up on them, torturing them.
Her screams, after a while, are empty. She hears a man's voice calling, but his agony is hollow, like hers. She doesn't remember, and she doesn't miss.
She's worse than dead – it's called insanity.
Alice and Frank Longbottom are now insane.
I love AliceFrank - they're awesome! I always did feel sorry for them two... Stupid Bellatrix :P This was pretty interesting to write.
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