Mmk, so this is a new laptop...and it so stupidly does not have spell-check. =.=" Sorry, I told you guys I would have time to write the other day, but I got this HUGE HEADACHE again (ppl working on our roof) and I had some friends over...I also had camp. SO there ya have it. ^^

Alright, yes, this is somewhat angsty, but I've had this idea for quite a while, ya know? :3 I prob won't have time to write tomorrow either, because my bro n I are trying to live our summer with our friends for the last few weeks. XD;;;

DISCLAIMER: Again? Dude...alright, Rowling has it all, I'm a wannabe with an FC. =w="

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[Frankie is 7 years old here. :3 Wish him luck, guys~]

Neville and Luna walked through the doors, guiding their son through the halls. This was Frankie's first time seeing his grandparents, creating a funny feeling in his stomach. Was this going to be hard? What would he talk to them about? Would they like him? What if he had that sort of personality that they'd hate? They probably wouldn't love him; he was quite weird according to most people. He looked ahead, becoming even more nervous with every door they passed.

"Relax," Neville said, reading his thoughts.

"How can I?" Frankie asked quietly. "What if they don't like me?"

"Stop thinking like that," Neville told him, kneeling onto the ground and looking into his son's silvery-blue eyes. "You know that they'll love you."

Frankie looked at his father, pondering over his answer. After a moment, he looked away from the ceiling and frowned. Neville's parents didn't even know who he was, let alone the fact that he had married Luna and had a child with her! After a brief sigh, Neville frowned himself, realizing he hadn't gotten through to him. After a moment, Luna smiled softly and squated down to their level.

"Frankie," she began calmly, "if they love us, there's no doubt they'll love you, too."

"But they don't even know me," he stated softly.

"They don't know you yet," Neville smirked, taking his son's hand as Luna took the other. "And they barely remember me and Luna, but they love us just the same."

"How do you know that?" Frankie inquired, baffled.

"You can tell," Luna affirmed quietly.

Frankie looked at his parents with a soft expression on his face. He was still wondering what they meant by everything, but he felt as though no questions could be answered unless he confronted his problems himself. He sighed, smiled an assuring smile, and nodded at his parents. They each smiled back and stood up. As they walked toward the eldest Longbottoms, a healer gave Frankie a perculiar look. He smiled sheepishly as he looked him over.

"He's just visiting his grandparents with us," Neville confirmed.

The healer nodded and walked them in the right direction of Frank and Alice. The trio walked in and sat across from the formerly-tortured Longbottoms. Frank and Alice looked at them, big grins across their faces. They'd seen Neville and Luna many times, but Frankie was somewhat new. They gave him questioning looks, which made him insanely nervous. He began to shake just a bit.

"H-Hi, Granma and Grampa," he whispered his greetings.

Frank and Alice looked at him, to which they both beamed and clapped loudly. Frankie smiled softly, feeling accepted by his grandparents. After a moment, Alice dug her hand into her pocket, pulling out a wrapper. She gave it to Frankie, which he accepted greatly. He slowly came to her and trapped her in a hug. She just stood there and beamed while Frank rocked back and forth, continuing to clap his hands.

Frankie walked back to his parents as he backed out of the hug. Luna lifted him into his lap and smiled as she settled her head on Neville's shoulder. Neville began speaking to his parents, telling them everything that had happened in the past eight and a half years. Frankie wasn't listening, though; he'd heard this story too many times. He leaned his head back, beginning to think.

By the time he lowered it again, Luna and Neville stood up, grasping their son's hands. He made a slight groan of sorrow. He smiled happily at his grandparents and attempted to wave at them. They beamed at him, but didn't wave. Once they were out of the room, Frankie looked up at his parents.

"Why didn't Granma and Grampa talk?" he inquired qiuetly.

"They're very sick, Frankie," Neville replied in the same quiet tone his son had used as he uppered his hand to Frankie's hair, running his fingers through it.

"But they love you," Luna stated as she lifted him into her arms. "Did you feel that they loved you?"

"Yeah," Frankie nodded, "they smiled and clapped...and Granma gave me this thing."

He pulled out the wrapper Alice had given him, smiling softly at it. Luna giggled and dug her nose into his hair. She loved his curly locks just like anyone else, but whenever she dug her nose in it or touched it, he knew it meant something important. Neville smirked and pulled a similar wrapper out of Luna's pocket.

"How'd you know it was in there?" she queried, arching an eyebrow.

"Well, you never go see my parents without it," he replied.

"She gave you one, too, Mommy?" Frankie inquired, resting his head on Luna's shoulder.

"She gave me one, too," Neville stated. "It was quite a while back ago, though."

"Well," Frankie looked down at his wrapper, "does it mean she loves me?"

"Yes," Luna beamed, "and that she accepts you, love."

"I get it," Frankie smiled, stuffing the wrapper back in his pocket. "Can I bring some gum next time?"

"Yeah," Neville nodded. "For what?"

"To let them know I love and accept them, too."

=A/N=

LOL i love my characters. XD Again, sorry for the lateness! D8 I started school today and it freaked the ever-living crap outta me! 0x0 bigger skool than my last one!

Alright, so, the next one implies some pairs, and it's funny...XD

LOL I'll be updating ASAP, but if any of them are late, they should be up around my breaks, weekends, and, POSSIBLY, Wednesdays (because barely any Algebra HW). SO look forward to those, k? ;p