I got this idea after my dad made me get him some Cheerios. I was being slow (nothing new) and ripped the bag…REALLY FAR DOWN. So I was STUPID ENOUGH TO ACTUALLY TRY AND POUR IT IN THE STUPID BOWL! And Cheerios went EVERYWHERE. Hahaha, so it was on the floor, the kitchen counter, scattered around the dirty dishes, and was overflowing the bowl! XD

So, while I picked it up, I said, "Blasted Muggle food…" and BAM! This dumb idea was born. XD

PLEASEREAD!Ok, so I realize this is UBER late and I'm sorry! D8 I JUST got my old comp fixed, so this is as early as I could get it! Now, this is pretty…again….LATE, but I hope you like it! I'll try and update sooner.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters…just…just Frank Xenophilius "Frankie" Longbottom. Seriously…you HAVE to love that name! XD Rowling owns everything else and the MARVELOUS stories, though! ;D Oh, and I don't own Cheerios.

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[Frank is the same age as Rose (Ron and Hermione's daughter), which is 11 years old]

Frank was awoken by a sudden tap on the head. He groggily opened a clear blue eye to find Luna, his mother, standing over him. She had a smile painted across her perky-yet-calm face. He opened both eyes and sat up lazily, yawning just a tiny bit. After sitting up completely, he twisted his body around to face his mother. Smiling back at his Luna, he waved at her. She beamed, waving back. This made him chuckle slightly.

"What did you need, Mom?" he queried calmly.

"Dad's at work," she replied in the same calm tone he had used, "and I'm going to my job, as well."

Frank's eyes bugged out of his head. He absolutely glowed with anticipation, anxious to hear the words leave her lips. He rose to his knees, letting his hands clutch the armrest. He waiting, waiting, waiting…when would she say it? Those words that gave him freedom would make him the happiest boy in the entire world!

"So, you get to stay here on your own."

"Yes!" he beamed, falling back on the couch.

"Now, no messing up the house, you must call us if something horrible happens, and Rose is coming over soon."

"Why's Rose coming?" he inquired as he sat back up, aligning his spine.

"Oh, Hermione said she would drop off some food she wanted us to try." Luna stated.

"Cool," he nodded. "So, I can't fall asleep, then?"

"Nope," she replied in her usual tone.

She leaned in and kissed the top of his head. "Goodbye, I love you," she smiled.

"Love you, too, Mom," he replied.

With that, Luna skipped out the door. Frank felt the atmosphere. It was quiet as usual, felt like any other day. The pictures were still on the wall, the books were still on the shelves, and Neville's plants were lined up in their customary order. He decided to jump off the couch (literally), which was instantly a bad idea. Sadly, he had inherited Neville's clumsy nature. While leaping off of the couch, his socks slid across the wooden floor, causing him to bump his head against the stupid piece of furniture.

He could hear Neville now: "Frank Xenophilius Longbottom, I thought I told you to not jump or run around the furniture!" This basically meant no running or jumping…period. He rolled his eyes at the thought and stood up carefully. The moment he stood, a knock sounded out at the front door. He walked cautiously through the kitchen. Goodness knows how many times he'd been cut, scraped and bruised in the room. He sighed in relief when he made it to the door safely. He turned the knob and yanked the aperture open, finding Rose Weasley at the door.

"Hello-o-o-o-o," she droned out her greeting with a smile.

"Hi," Frank replied.

"So, my mom told me to drop off some food for you guys…" she began as she showed him a huge shopping bag.

"Oh yeah, come on in." he smiled as he stepped aside, allowing her to pass.

"Thank you," she said as she stepped into the house.

Frank closed the door as his guest set the heavy bag on table. She began removing all of its contents, to which Frank had given confused looks. Every time a new food left the bag, he became even more puzzled. Rose sighed in relief once she had finished taking out the food. She clapped the invisible dust off of her hands and smiled in satisfaction at her work. However, Frank was looking over the food. He'd never seen any of those types of foods before! But one thing caught his eye more than anything else.

"What're these?" he asked as he picked up a yellow box with a heart on it. "Some sort of love potion?"

"No, no, no," Rose giggled. "Those are Cheerios! It's a good cereal!"

Frank gave her a blank look. What on earth was she talking about? It was clearly a love potion! It had a heart on it!

"Frankie," Rose sighed with a smile, taking the box from his hands. "Cheerios are just food. They don't have any spells or charms or anything like that."

"Oh yeah," Frank tested. "Prove it, then."

"Ok, I will."

She opened up the box, ripping the bag ajar and taking out an oat. She plopped one in her mouth, chewed and swallowed it. Frank looked inside the box's contents, seeing what was in there. He was about to ask politely for the box, but she got the message and handed it over. He blushed and thanked her, looking at the Cheerios. They were just oats. What was so special about oats? Rose grabbed a bowl and poured a small portion of the Cheerios into it. She then dumped milk over all of it and stuck a spoon in. She handed it to Frank.

"That's an odd mix," he stated with a furrowed brow.

"Just eat it," she smirked.

He shrugged and did so. He tasted them and made a face. Rose watched him squint his eyes tightly and bit his lower lip. He erased the face once he swallowed. He looked up at Rose, putting on a fake happy face.

"It's really…" he almost lied, but couldn't. "It's kind of bland."

"Well, maybe some sugar will help."

After the sugar, it tasted much better. She smiled and began putting the foods in the fridge and freezer. As she stocked them, she explained each food he didn't already know. He nodded and helped out. He looked at each new food, wondering what they tasted like. More than anything, he wanted to mix some stud together. He learned sugar, milk and oats blended fabulously! Maybe some other foods would mix well. Mixes and blends reminded him of something rather quickly.

"Hey, Rose," he began as he stacked some canned foods in the cabinets.

"Yes?" she replied, putting some pickles in the refrigerator.

"How's Scorpius," he inquired.

"Oh, not you, too!" she complained, stamping her foot rather angrily.

He was surprised by her little tantrum. He had forgotten that Albus, James, Lily, and all the Weasley kids teased her about the Malfoy. He slapped his forehead, groaning in embarrassment; something he had picked up from Neville.

"I'm sorry," Frank apologized. "I completely forgot they teased you guys."

"Oh," she blinked. "So, you weren't trying to make fun of me?"

"No!" he exclaimed in shock. "Blimey, Rose! I don't do that sort of thing!"

"Sorry," she replied sheepishly. "Anyhow, Scorpius is doing fine."

"Nice," he nodded slowly, tucking the eggs away in the fridge.

"Well," she sighed in relief, a smile plastered across her face, "that's all of it! Trust me, Frankie, you'll love the food!"

"Thanks a ton, Rosie," he smiled back.

"You're very welcome," she said, "but I think I should be going. I'll see you later, Longbottom."

"Same to you, Weasley."

He watched her leave through the window, making sure nothing attacked her on her way out the door. She waved her wand, muttered a spell and was back at home in no time. Frank smiled, returning to the couch. Maybe he could finally take a nap. Lately, he couldn't sleep well. He'd been having nightmares about random things. He never knew what they were about, but they always left him in a cold sweat. He could never remember his dreams, which scared him more than actually knowing what they were. He never told Neville or Luna, knowing they'd be worried about him. If there was one thing he hated more than those stupid nightmares, it was worrying his parents.

After thinking for a while, he finally just quit it. Every time a thought even tried to wiggle its way into his head, he shook it out. Sighing, he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. It was white, boring, and lumpy, just like it was everyday. Putting his hands on his sweatshirt, he clenched the fabric. It felt warm and nice; the exact opposite of the weather. Winter break was fun, but he could never find a thing to do except lay around and think. Sometimes, if she had time, Luna would take him hunting for creatures. Other times, Neville would help him out with Herbology and plant bushes, flowers, and other foliage.

He kept thinking as he stared at the ceiling. He didn't want to, but he did. Suddenly, his eyelids closed and he soundly slept for the first time in a long while. After an hour or two, he woke up to Neville and Luna coming through the door. He quickly sat up on the couch, leaning his head back against the cushion. He was looking at the ceiling again, suddenly deep in thought. Did he wake up because of his parents or did he have a nightmare again?

"Hi, Frankie," his father greeted him as he sat on the couch next to his son. "How was your day?"

"It was alright," Frank shrugged. "It's boring here without you guys, though."

"You don't do much with us here, anyways," Neville snickered.

Frank looked at him for a moment, and then back at the ceiling, thinking again before saying, "I suppose that's true, isn't it?"

"What are you looking at, dear?" Luna inquired as she walked to the couch, staring up at the ceiling with her son.

"Nothing," he shrugged, "just thinking a bit."

"Hmm," Luna hummed as she sat down on the other side of Frank, still trying to figure out what was up there.

Neville looked up, too. After a few moments, he asked, "Is this what you did all day, Frankie?"

"Basically," he answered; a far-away look blooming in his silvery-blue eyes.

"You must have Wrackspurts in your head, love," Luna assumed.

"Probably," Frank smiled softly and lowered his head, letting out a brief sigh and stretching his arms out. "Rose brought the food over. They're very irregular types of food."

"Really now?" Neville asked.

"Yes," Frank replied with a small nod. "You should come see."

"We're right behind you," Luna stated as she stood up.

Honestly, once Frank got to the doorframe, Luna had to steer his body through the kitchen, so he wouldn't hurt himself. He didn't mind, though. She always did this…always. Whenever people came to visit, they'd always ask why he was being led by his mother. He remembered just last Christmas when Seamus Finnigan had come to celebrate with them (as he always did), Luna had to walk Frank through every little bit of the kitchen trying to avoid anything sharp or dangerous. The kitchen was pretty small, so everything was basically just out where it could fit. Anyhow, Seamus sniggered, whispering to Neville, "Sorry to tell you this, but that boy has your woman on his back." This made everyone laugh, though. Frank loved Seamus like an uncle, so he could never become angry with him.

Anyways, Frank grasped the handle on the fridge, pulling the door open, and grabbed the milk. He reached for the Cheerios and a bowl, as well, causing his parents to watch him in great wonder. He grabbed two spoons and shoved them into the bowl, telling them to take a bite. They did as told, immediately grimacing at the lack of flavor.

"Frankie, this is awfully…" Neville began, "It's rather bland."

"Really," Luna inquired, extremely baffled.

Neville nodded his head, a smile on his face, already knowing what she was about to say.

"I find it delicious!" she beamed.

"Hold up," Frank said calmly, taking the sugar. "Put this on your side of the bowl, Dad."

"Alright," Neville agreed with a puzzled look upon his face.

He sat at the table with his wife and sprinkled some of the sugar on his side of the oats. After finishing, he took a bite, liking it much more. Frank smiled softly and sat in between them.

"Aren't you going to eat any, Frankie?" Luna inquired.

"Nah," he replied, shaking his head before setting it softly into his folded arms, resting his skull on the table. "I already ate."

"Alright, then," Luna nodded slowly, a bit concerned.

Frank caught sight of her nervousness and smirked, "I'm fine, Mom. I ate just an hour or so ago. I'm actually very full."

"You're sure?" she asked.

"Positive," he nodded.

She smiled and ruffled his dark, curly hair. As she got back to eating, her son stole a Cheerio from Neville's side of the bowl.

"I'm still surprised it's not a love potion," he whispered to himself, almost inaudibly, as he glanced at the heart on the yellow box.

=A/N=

LOL mmk, so how was that? :3 BTW, I'm not trying to ship Rose and Frank. XD I absolutely LOVE the whole Scorpius/Rose concept. Hahaha~

So, that's about all for this chapter! 83

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