This is a sad... you have been warned. It was very difficult to write so I'd really appreciate reviews!It's Neville's dad, Frank Longbottom.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is J. K. Rowling's, without her none of these people would be fathers :)
Frank loved his family with all his heart.
He loved Alice so much he knew he'd easily die for her. And he knew she was nearby, he knew, despite the muddle of thoughts in his head right now that she might be in pain. But it was hard to tell if he screams he heard came from his own mouth, or from her.
He loved Neville so much he knew he'd die for him. And he knew he was so lucky to be with his grandmother right now. The possibility of his son facing this pain was more then he could bear.
And as the cruciatus curse paused for a fraction of a second he tried to regather his thoughts, wanting to escape.
But it hit again, somehow seeming worse then before. Was that possible, was it really possible that the fire in his bones could be hotter, was it possible that the skin could stretch any tighter over his head, that his brain could rattle any more violently in his skull?
It seemed it was.
He clenched his teeth together and tried to picture Neville's happy round face, so much like Alice's. But the image wouldn't come. In a strange panic he tried to shake the curse. He had to find his son somewhere. It wasn't possible that he couldn't remember his own son's face.
The curse stopped again, but his nerves were on end, numb at the suddenness of the ending pain. He heard her footsteps come closer before she spoke. Her voice was mocking.
"Are you ready to give up Franky?" Bellatrix laughed, a high pitched cackle. "Do you want to help us?"
He knew, for some reason, that she hadn't wanted any of these things, that she was just teasing him. And he knew he hated her.
"Never," He croaked, shocked at his own voice. The woman cackled and called "Crucio!"
And this time he realised the screams that echoed weren't his own. The pain had not come again with the curse.
"Alice!" He screamed, surprising himself at the sudden flow of air and sound in his throat. "Alice!"
But then the pain was back, and his teeth rattled before he clenched them together. And he may have been screaming again, it was hard to tell.
Was he dying? But what about Neville? What would happen to his son? And it troubled him again that he couldn't remember Neville's face. How could he love someone so much and not be able to remember them?
What colour were Neville's eyes anyway? Blue? Brown?
There was a splitting pain in the back of his head as well. Where did that come from? It was so painful. He didn't know what he'd been thinking of anymore.
And then, as if something snapped inside him he realised that he may never see his son again. He may never get to be a proper father.
His back arched as the pain intensified again, and he was hardly able to focus on anything.
"Alice..." He grunted. "Neville..."
These people were important, but why? He racked his brains. The pain was too bad. Couldn't it stop so he could find out who these people were?
And then, with a final snap, his head hit the ground and the pain consumed him. He knew he couldn't fight it. It was eating him alive. And in a moment of shock he realised that the curse was breaking him. And he'd never be able to stop it... not even for his son, not even for Neville.
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The first day he had been told many things. He knew his name; he knew that other woman's name.
Alice.
She was beautiful. He felt like he should do something for her, but he didn't know what, and it frustrated him. He was sure he knew her.
Alice looked at him too, she smiled shyly back.
Then that nurse came in, that nurse who had told him everything else. She said Alice was his wife.
Wife, what did that mean? Surely Frank should know. But he didn't.
He liked Alice though, and even though she didn't know what wife meant either she reached her hand out across the gap between the beds and held his.
It felt nice.
Still, there was something missing, and as his eyes roved the room with Alice he knew she was looking for it too.
It wasn't until midday that it became clear what it was.
The woman who was his mother came in. He liked that woman. She'd been in here in the morning and told him she as proud of him. Then she'd hugged him and Alice and sat with them for a while. He'd wanted to talk to her, but he didn't know if he should, or how.
Now he looked with wide eyes.
There was a tiny person in her arms. And for some reason Frank knew he loved that tiny person.
He reached out a hand and was a little shocked when his mother put the boy in his lap. But Frank smiled at him and patted his head, not knowing what else to do.
"Daddy," Whispered the child, his lip jutting out. Frank was distressed. Why was the boy sad?
He patted his head again. The boy began to cry, tear pouring down his face.
"I love oo." He gulped. Frank nodded. He loved the boy too.
"That's Neville." Said his mother, looking upset. "Your son."
His son. Frank looked at the boy for a long moment. Neville was biting his lip and looking worried.
Frank finally leaned in and put his arms around Neville.
He let the boy cry into his pyjama top.
He loved Neville. He loved his son.
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