Note: This is the second chapter I posted today.
Chapter 8. Loss
Harold Potter was standing in the Entrance Hall with Augusta Longbottom who was sobbing profusely. His face was grim and his eyes were red. Trevor Longbottom had been a great Auror, and a close friend. Elizabeth was here too, here eyes red as well. Harold wanted to go over and comfort her but felt it would be rude and extremely messed up to go over and hold his wife right in front of a woman who would no longer be able to do that with her own husband.
His thoughts were interrupted by Dumbledore coming in front of him.
"How is she?" He asked quietly.
Harold was a little confused that Dumbledore had to ask. If he spared a glance in Augusta's direction he would have seen that she is clearly not alright. He didn't say that, however. Instead he just responded, "Not well, but she will be in time. She's a strong woman. I think we should get Frank."
"I don't think we will need to do that." Dumbledore said, a slight, hardly noticeable smile appearing on his face for a second. Harold Potter was, once again confused, but that didn't last long as, not a moment later, five boys were in front of him.
"What's going on Dad?" the boy with unruly black hair and hazel eyes asked looking up at him.
"James, its Mr. Longbottom, he's-" Suddenly he was cut off by a particularly loud sob by Augusta. He looked over to see her crying and holding Frank who had a shocked expression on his face.
"How?" the boy asked. And Mr. Potter found himself explaining to Frank, in a daze, how Death Eaters had broken into his house, how his mother and father were given an ultimatum: join or die. He told everything Augusta had told him: the two fought off the Death Eaters, they stunned a couple which the Aurors had arrested, and then how more came, and his father was hit by a Killing Curse. They had no idea who it was; all they knew is that they got away.
Mr. Potter saw the boy's face change from sadness to anger, pure rage and determination seemed to create an aura around Frank Longbottom. A suit of armor exploded as a result of accidental magic. Mr. Potter felt Frank's pain, his want for vengeance. He said the only thing that he thought might make the child feel remotely better:
"We'll get him."
He didn't expect what came next though, in retrospect he should have. It's how he would feel if it were him in this situation and, despite the fact he shouldn't encourage this, Harold Potter knew that Frank needed this.
"He's mine."
A/N: Really, really short chapter, I know. I probably should have attached this to the last one but I didn't think to until after I had put it up. Hope you liked it!
