"Frank, come one, it's starting to rain!" a young woman holding an infant called to her husband from inside their kitchen.
"Just one minute Alice, I have to check the security again, you heard what Dumbledore said at the meeting; we have to be more careful."
"And you should be more careful when mentioning Dumbledore. Anyway, it's pouring, not even Deatheaters would be out in this weather," Alice whined. The child in her arms started squirming and obviously wanted fed.
"Fine, I suppose we could fight off anybody who decides to rattle our windows, we are Aurors after all." Frank came in the kitchen door and hung his cloak by the fireplace to dry.
"Exactly, and we just happen to be Aurors with a hungry son. Help me get Neville's chair to the table, Mum will be here soon," Alice ordered as she prepared her baby's food.
"I thought you said no one would travel in this weather," Frank shouted over a particularly loud roll of thunder which caused Neville to start wailing.
"Oh, hush, hush baby, it was just a little bit of thunder," she turned to Frank, "well, you know my mother…" the young mother trailed off as it was obvious by her husband's expression that he did.
"Your mother is a terror. I swear she's hated me since we met!"
"Yes, well we did meet at a bar when I was 15, and you were three years older than me."
"A bar? My love, it was the Three Broomsticks! And it was you who snuck out of your dormitory; I was there for my graduation party," Frank caught his wife around the waist and kissed her, "plus, didn't Lil help you get out?"
"Of course, she was trying to escape James, and I was the perfect excuse."
Frank smiled and released her to finish feeding their peeved son. He turned to lock the door as Alice cooed over Neville, who had calmed down significantly since the thunder had gone. As he turned back around he heard a click from the door before it was flung open, knocking him down and temporarily stunning him. Shortly after one of the intruding Deatheaters petrified him while another hexed his wife. One of the Deatheaters, obviously the leader of the raid, gestured to the rest to leave. By now Neville had stopped screaming again and was watching the dark witch avidly. When the rest had gone she turned toward Alice and lifted her wand.
"Crucio," the word was almost casual as Alice screamed in pain, echoed be her baby's terrified cries. The woman lowered her hood to reveal her black hair and identity. After a few minutes she ended the curse and knelt down next to Alice and whispered in her ear. Frank saw her eyes go wide and she attempted to shake her head but the dark haired witch had already stood up, smiling, and turned toward Frank.
For the next three hours the Deatheater alternately crucioed the young parents, ignoring the now quiet child. Once Frank and Alice were to her liking, far off the insanity cliff, she turned to Neville.
"Grow up," she said, "grow up angry, hating me. Then we will face each other on equal terms, Longbottom."