Augh! Sorry this is up so late! XP I've been grounded and crap, but that is no excuse for why I haven't uploaded in MONTHS! DX Again, I'm TERRIBLY sorry! D8

ANYWAY! this is ultraanimefan94's request! :3 Hope you like it!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter; JKR does! :3 I just own Frankie.

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[Frankie is 7 years old right here :3]

Frank was asleep on Luna's shoulder, off dreaming of sheep and theastrals. Neville smiled and tapped the boy's shoulder lightly. The boy slowly awoke, rubbing his eyelids as he did so. He sat up mindlessly and walked to the kitchen. Neville, becoming paranoid, dashed toward his son and held onto his shoulders. He guided him through the kitchen, avoiding all sharp items. Frankie beamed as he sat down and waved his legs back and forth. He tilted his head to the side, his shiny blue eyes pleading for food. Luna walked into the kitchen with them and sat across from Frank.

"Frankie," she smiled softly, "it's one in the afternoon. It's not breakfast time."

Frank gave her a confused look. Hadn't he just woken up? He didn't get it. Neville smirked and ruffled his son's hair.

"Doesn't mean we can't have some lunch," he countered.

Luna beamed, "I'll make it!" She looked at Frank and queried in her calm tone, "Frankie, would you like to help?"

His silvery-blue eyes lit up as he nodded wildly. Neville smiled himself as he left the kitchen to the duo. As they approached the counter, Luna set her son on the tabletop. She grabbed the cookbook next to fridge and began reading. Frank jumped up and down wildly, begging with his grin. His mother stopped reading momentarily to watch him.

"What are you doing," she inquired quietly.

"Are we making ice cream?" he queried.

She smiled at her son, ruffled his hair and nodded. They'd make ice cream, but they'd also make sausage, brownies, macaroni and cheese, meatloaf, corn, and celery. To Frank, that sounded like a lot. It wasn't Thanksgiving, was it? No, they'd had Thanksgiving several months ago. He shrugged it off and helped his mom make the food. He got to stir whilst she poured the brownie mix into the pan. She did much more than that, though. To Frank, it looked like Luna could make everything and anything in unison! After an hour or two, they were finally done. Neville came in for lunch in a matter of moments. They all sat down together and ate.

"Brilliant dinner," Frank's father beamed.

"I helped!" Frank grinned.

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[Frankie is four here :3]

Smiling was Frank's favorite thing to do. He smiled when he got to hold Lily for the first time, he smiled when his mommy made great meals, and he smiled whenever accomplished something. Today, as Neville walked in from the kitchen with a stack of herbology papers, he noticed his son in his grumpy mood. He sat next to his son as he set his papers on the coffee table.

"What's the matter, Frankie?" Neville inquired.

Frank looked up at him with sad eyes as he said, "Just a bad day, Daddy."

Neville smirked and poked his son's shoulder, "I thought only grown-ups had bad days."

"Sadly, no," Frank sighed in dismay.

Neville's smirk faded. Something must have really been bugging his son. He could fix that. He turned himself around, crossed his legs Indian-style and settled his son in his lap. Frank looked up at him with eyes that asked what? Neville took the corners of his son's mouth and pushed them upward gingerly. Frank's eyes softened as he chuckled a tiny bit. Neville stopped, joining him in a snicker. Frank noticed this and poked his dad's mouth-corners, mocking what he had just done.

"Happy Daddy!" he laughed.

"Now I am," Neville replied, poking at Frank's mouth.

Ok, that was short, but I'm really short on ideas! ." Sorry guys! If you have ANY IDEAS, I'D LOVE TO HEAR THEM!