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Ultraanimefan94: Sorry, but I like him as an only child. XD;;; I could, however, add more chapters with him and Amber! :D Or, if you want me to get all weird on you (LOL) add some chapter where Neville's parents have a kid of their own. 0.0" That would be awkward, but I'd have some sort of explanation for it. LOL VOTE PLZ! XD

DISCLAIMER: Me no own anything! Rowling does! I just own Frankie! :3

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[Frankie is 5! XD]

Neville walked through the house as he read over herbology essays. Subconsciously, he walked into his son's room as he wrote an A- down. He looked down at the floor when he heard a bottle meet the floor with a small 'thud' noise. He had a normal expression like any other until he found that a glue bottle had fallen onto its side. He wore some wide-eyes when his orbs led him toward his son. Frank was covered in Kelma's Glue from head to toe, wearing a huge grin.

"Frankie…" Neville said quietly in bewilderment.

"Hi Daddy!" Frank beamed.

His son stood completely still after that. What Neville didn't know was Frank had been that way for an hour, completely naked with the exception of his underwear wrapped around him. His father set the essays down on the bedside table and knelt onto the floor. He found three empty glue bottles, which Frank had wasted on himself. Neville became a bit angry with his son. He had been looking for glue only a few days ago, and now his son knew where it was and hadn't told him.

"Frankie!" Neville exclaimed, just about crushing the glue bottle in his hand.

This caught his son off guard, causing him to jump slightly.

"Yes sir," he queried in a scared voice.

"I asked you for glue the other day!" he growled through grit teeth. "Is this what you did with it all?"

"W-Well, not all of it…" he whispered out, holding back a few tears. "Just enough for me, Daddy."

"Why didn't you tell me you knew where it was when I needed it?" Neville inquired stubbornly.

"I-I just wanted enough to peel some glue!" Frank blurted out, a few tears running down his cheeks.

Neville looked at his son, becoming less angry with him. Actually, he was quite amused when he heard what he was using it for. He then looked at where the tears had stained his cheeks. His whole face was white except for those little lines of water running down his face. When Frank saw Neville begin to laugh, he calmed himself down and stared at his father in great wonder.

"You aren't mad anymore?" he asked gently.

"Well, not after hearing about your little experiment," he sniggered. "Is it dry yet?"

"Most of it," he said, staring down at his feet. "My feet, legs and tummy are ready."

"Go ahead and peel that all off," he smiled as he grabbed his son's pinky. "You can do that in the living room where Mom can see you."

"Cool!" he grinned, walking into the room with his father.

Neville sat on the couch with Luna as Frank relaxed himself on the floor. Luna looked up from the Quibbler and saw her son covered in glue. She gave Neville a questioning look, to which he chuckled and explained. She began to giggle herself as they watched Frank pull off all of his dry glue. It wasn't long before he could peel it all off of his face. He stood up with a sigh of relief, finally being able to move at a normal pace. However, he could barely walk without having his arm stick to his side, his eyebrows and bangs causing itches and attaching on his forehead. His legs would even meet at points and he'd stumble for a slight second before straightening himself up. He pulled onto Neville's pant leg with a frown.

"Daddy…" he began, "can I have a bath? Please?"

"Yeah," Neville chuckled back, "you deserve one."

Frank grinned and dashed into the bathroom, trying to turn the faucet, which he wasn't allowed to do. Neville walked in to find his son turning it, making him smirk. He squatted down behind him, lifted his hand to the knob and turned it to the right temperature. Frank smiled and hopped in after removing his clothing. He made sure to wash his hair and body by himself, showing him how much older he was becoming.

"I'm getting to be a big kid," Frank stated cockily.

"Uh huh," Neville smirked.

Frank dunked his whole body into the water, washing away all shampoo and body wash. He came back up with his curly locks sticking to his face, snickering. Luna came in with a towel and drained the water after Frank announced he was finished. He hopped out as Luna scrubbed him down with the towel, making sure he was completely dry. After Luna had dried a section, Neville put clothing over it. Usually, Frank would dress himself, but he was slowly falling asleep. The couple laughed as Luna tossed the towel onto the sink and picked up her son. Her husband walked with her to their son's room. As they walked through the hall, Frank's eyes were fighting to stay open.

"I'm not sleepy," he stated, holding back several yawns.

"Then why are your eyes so droopy, Frankie?" she queried.

"Because…because…because I'm thinking," he affirmed.

"You always look at the ceiling when you think," Neville countered quietly.

"Alright, fine," Frank finally let a yawn fly, "I'm incredibly sleepy."

Luna giggled, "Good, because you were going to bed anyway."

"That's like putting someone in prison with no evidence," he stated, opening an eye halfway.

"Stop watching the Casey Anthony case," Neville sighed. "We all know she did it."

"Darn right," Frank replied as Luna set him into his bed, "she deserves the chair if you ask me."

Right after he said those words, Luna let out a single laugh with wide eyes. He smirked and fell asleep. Luna looked at Neville, her mouth still open and grinning from the laugh.

"What?" he asked. "I just gave him my own thoughts."

"Neville Longbottom!" she exclaimed in a whisper, punching his shoulder.

"Well," he began as he kissed her head, "I guess I deserved that.

"You did," she smirked before looking back at her son, a smile gracing her face. "I bet girls will be crazy about that hair when he goes to school."

"They will," he snickered in return. "Heaven knows Harry's daughter can't go a day without complimenting it."

=A/N=

Yeah, I had no clue HOW to end this, so that's how! XD

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I like Frankie as an only child. XD;;; I could, however, add more chapters with him and Amber! :D Or, if you want me to get all weird on you (LOL) add some chapter where Neville's parents have a kid of their own. 0.0" That would be awkward, but I'd have some sort of explanation for it. LOL VOTE PLZ! XD