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Frank Longbottom
Frank Longbottom smiled down at the girl with whom he danced. He couldn't believe his luck that, after finally plucking up the courage to ask her out, she liked him the way he liked her.
As her arms tightened around his neck, he lent into the embrace, and sought comfort in her soft arms.
Because Frank was afraid – Merlin, he was terrified. He knew of the danger that lurked outside the castle walls, and he knew that his conscience demanded that he do something about it.
His mind was made up. He couldn't back down now. God only knew what his mother would do when she found out about his decision. But it was too late, his name was already down. When he finished his education at the end of the year, he was joining the aurrors.
He couldn't sit back and watch everything he loved in the world be destroyed, he couldn't let the darkness prevail over the light, he just couldn't.
And he couldn't lie to himself. He was bricking it. He was putting his life on the line at only eighteen years of age. And sometimes he wondered if he was strong enough to go through with it.
The soft arms around his neck shifted slightly, and the beauty he danced with looked up at him questioningly, silently. She didn't need to speak her question, and he didn't need to ask.
He smiled down reassuringly. Because somehow he just knew. She would be with him through it all. And with her at his side, he could do anything. All would be right.
Where some people turned to God, Frank Longbottom turned to Alice.