A/N: This series of one-shots were written for the Golden Snitch Jurassic Fever Challenge. Challenge prompts will be included at the top of each story.

Mosasaur: Write about a character/s having a collection.
Egg Prompt: (word) discover
Points: 15

"I've asked Hannah to marry me, and she said yes."

Neville Longbottom smiled at the dark-haired woman across from him as he held her hand.

"We're quite in love. She makes me so happy."

The woman smiled at him and hummed. She opened a drawer, rummaging for a particular item. When she pulled it out, she pressed it into Neville's palm.

"I know Mum. I love you too." He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. He glanced to her right, where his father was sitting, looking out the window. It had been a bad day for him—he was unresponsive to everyone but his wife—but Alice had been having a relatively good day.

"All finished, Mr. Longbottom?" asked the on-duty Mediwitch.

"Yes Doris, thank you." He signed out on the visitor's log. "I'll be back next week."

"Aye. Bring that pretty blonde girl with you. She always seems to cheer up your Mum."

Neville nodded. "I'll do that Doris. Have a good weekend."

"You too, sir."

When Neville got home, he kissed his grandmother on the cheek.

"How are they?" she asked.

"The same. You should come with Hannah and me next week."

Augusta Longbottom nodded. "It's been too long. It's just so hard to see them like that. Even after twenty years, I keep expecting Frank to look over and ask where your grandfather is."

He nodded and his fist tightened in his pocket, the item his mother had given him still safely tucked away. "We'll all go together. That will make it easier for you."

Once he was in his room, Neville went to his desk and opened the left drawer. He withdrew a few knick-knacks he kept inside, and then pulled up the false bottom. It was a Muggle solution for his need for secrecy, but Hermione had taught him that wizards often overlooked such measures. There, tucked away where no one would discover it, was a thin leather notebook.

He gently laid the notebook on his desk and traced the edges with his fingers.

Then he pulled the chewing gum wrapper his mother had given him from his pocket and smoothed it out next to the notebook.

He opened the first page. There were two wrappers laying flat, with large block letters next to each.

'30/7/1988 - My 8th birthday'

'25/12/1988 - Christmas'

He turned the page reverently. There were more birthdays and Christmases, but as the years went by the moments of significance became more personal.

'30/7/1991 - Received my Hogwarts letter'

'25/12/1994 - Pictures of Ginny and me at the Yule Ball'

'25/12/1995 - Meets Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny'

'10/6/1996 - Outstanding in Herbology'

'4/5/1998 - Battle of Hogwarts'

'25/4/2000 - Mastery of Herbology'

The moments of his life, as chronicled by his mother's chewing gum wrappers. Since he was little, he'd known her wrappers were more than the trash his grandmother claimed them to be. He'd long ago hidden his notebook from her, knowing if she found it she'd throw it out. She'd tell him he was imagining things and that such fixations were unhealthy.

His grandmother didn't understand how his mother communicated, but he did.

He took the new wrapper and smoothed it out once more. Using the most gentle sticking charm he knew, he affixed it beneath the most recent entry. In handwriting that had become much neater as the years had passed, he made a note next to it.

'14/2/2001 - Engaged to Hannah Abbott'