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color:#222222"Day by day, they stayed in the same room, never leaving the building. They sat together and kept each other company while listening to the rambles of Broderick and the barking of poor Agnes. They rarely spoke, and they couldn't remember much about themselves or anything else. The years they sat seemed like days. /span/p
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color:#222222"Alice often wondered why this Mary continued to come into their house, and often she wondered if Frank hired a maid of some sort, but she was confused on why since they had a perfectly wonderful House Elf named Tandy. They treated Tandy right too. Where was Tandy? She hadn't come by in a while?/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Times New RomanTimes New Roman" /spanspan style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Times New Romancolor:#222222"The two people/spanspan style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Times New Romancolor:#222222"that came in were recognizable, the woman more than the boy. Augusta Longbottom was the woman's name, she was Frank's mother. The boy was small with a round face and the cute kind of chubby that only the cutest types of babies had. He looked about six./span/p
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color:#222222""Hello, mummy," the boy whispered quietly. emMummy?/em Alice thought in confusion. She was far too young to be a mother, she had just graduated Hogwarts! ...Right? Of course she did. It was just a few days ago. The little boy came up to hug her and she gently hugged him back, the look of confusion clear across her face. He must be some poor confused kid. Or maybe he thought her name was Mummy… No, that would be odd. The most likely situation was that she looked like his mother./span/p
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color:#222222"He greeted Frank as 'Dad' and gave him a quick hug as well. Frank looked equally confused and tried to look to his mother for help, but Mrs. Longbottom just gave him a pitying look and told the boy to sit in the corner as she swept the white curtains back around them for a bit of privacy./span/p
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color:#222222""Hello, Frank, dear," Mrs. Longbottom smiled edgily. "Hello, Alice. Do you two need anything? A cup of tea perhaps?" Without waiting for an answer, the woman busied herself at a tea cart, fixing them a cup./span/p
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color:#222222""How have you two been? Not giving Mary any trouble are we?" Mrs. Longbottom teased, something she rarely did as of her stern nature. It was odd that she did so now, but Alice decided not to think too hard about it./span/p
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color:#222222" /spanemspan style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-size: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial;"There/span/emspan style="font-size:10.5pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:Times New Romancolor:#222222" /spanspan style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-size: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial;"was the Augusta Longbottom that Alice knew so well./span/p
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color:#222222" /spanAlice opened up her mouth to try and ask the little boy what his name was, but when she tried to speak, no words came out. That was normal, she thought. She couldn't remember how to form the words anyways. Smiling at him instead, Alice leaned over and pulled open a drawer beside her bed, pulling out a small item. Leaning over, she passed it to the little boy./p
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p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.5in; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-size: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial;"span style="font-size: 10.5pt; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-size: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial;" /spanJames and Lily Potter were dead, but their son, Harry, survived He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named himself. Survived the killing curse! No one knew how exactly he did it, there were many assumptions, one being that Harry was going to grow up to be a better wizard than Dumbledore and that he used a very powerful Protego on the Dark Wizard. Ridiculous, of course. Mrs. Longbottom's idea was that Harry was just a boy that got lucky and that You-Know-Who defeated himself because of his own mental illnesses. Surely even a man that evil had guilts./p
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Alright, thanks for reading! I'll try to get the next bit up sooner.
