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@franklongbottom-fm
FULL NAME: Frank Hector Longbottom AGE: 27 GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis man, he/him OCCUPATION: auror BLOOD STATUS: pureblood ALIGNMENT: lawful good, order of the phoenix SEXUALITY: heterosexual AMORTENTIA: crisp air, alice’s shampoo, fresh scones, ink BOGGART: before the war started it was mice, now it’s Alice’s dead body PATRONUS: porcupine
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Holding Frank's stare, Rabastan laughed, bluntly and self-satisfied. The other wizard had reacted precisely as anticipated. His expectation was perversely vindicated, to such an extent that he found it amusing. Frank Longbottom was stubborn and loyal. For the latter, Rabastan retained a modicum of respect, despite being far offset by disgust. Longbottom represented such a waste of pureblood excellence. His death would come, and it would be deserved. But it would not be today.
He stepped forward, the ghost of his laugh still thrilling through iron-tinted eyes. Though his wand was lowered, he felt the thunderous remnants of toxic magic, pressing vigorously against his fingertips in a way that only the Unforgiveables could achieve. It was a delicious aftermath.
"Far from it, Longbottom. But you know that, don't you?"
He raised his wand, allowing pause enough for Frank to anticipate what could happen next. Rabastan only desired a second to see the change in his eyes, to see him fear death just as he and Alecto had done. Then he sliced his wand, emitting a deceptive flash of green before knocking Frank unconscious. He returned him unceremoniously to Hogsmeade's streets, leaving him crumpled in the alley from which he'd been abducted.
End.
where: cottage outside the forbidden forest. who: open. when: before the full moon.
The cottage was dim, lit only by the flicker of a dying fire. Outside, the trees groaned against the wind. Inside, Remus moved with tense precision, checking wards, locking cabinets, and avoiding the mirror that kept showing him the reflection of a man who looked far too tired.
Something about this moon felt …different. Wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on it.
He glanced over his shoulder, sensing movement. He hadn’t told anyone he was here other than Aurora. The location was meant to be safe, forgotten.
Then the knock came. Just once. Quiet. Sharp. Not a sound a stranger would make. But not a friendly one, either.
He froze. One hand hovered near his wand.
“Who’s there?” he called, voice low, controlled but beneath it, tension thrummed like a pulled string, seconds from snapping.
"Just a friendly neighborhood Auror." Frank said, keeping his voice low in return. It was far too late at night for anyone from the village or the school to be wandering out near this part of the woods but he didn't want to risk it. He could admit this likely wasn't the most ideal time to visit a friend, but something in him had wanted to see Remus before the moon. Just to make sure he would start the process all in one piece. The fact Dumbledore had recommended a check-in was all the excuse he'd needed.
"I come in peace. Brought some supplies, and a photo of Neville." He said, eyes flicking around the parameter of the house. It looks like all the wards were still in place. Frank may add a few before the night was out just for good measure.
The one habit every auror seemed to have. Well, most of the department anyway. Plenty of those retired certainly seemed happy to bounce back in and she'd very much keep that limited at a distant thought at best. "No denying either of those things. Neville is as wonderful as aurors are incapable of working normal hours. As long as one stays the same, perhaps the other might as well." The witch smiled, glancing over at the baby. She could only imagine the power of that little hand.
She hummed. "Clyde Avery." Hestia paused. "I met him and his ferret in a park." That was at least how it had happened. "He seems nice. Sweet. Ministry worker." Leave it to her to make a friend outside the ministry and have them still work within it. - @franklongbottom-fm
Neville gurgled as if he could tell they were talking about him, waving his tiny fists in the air. He'd already been to the office once, just to visit and charm the masses. It would likely be the first of many visits in the boy's life. Though maybe now he had a reason to go home early, he'd start taking it. Frank couldn't imagine missing a moment of his son's life if he couldn't help it.
Avery? Frank remembered that trial. Clyde had been stone-faced the whole time. The younger kid had still been in school. He felt a bit of relief to hear the older man could still find something joyful in his life. "Oh yeah, I think I've heard about the ferret." Hadn't it gotten loose in the Ministry once? Eaten someone important's hat? "Good for you, Hess. He seems like an alright sort."
"Infiltrated with you here? They'd be more lucky to pass through a brazen bull," James grinned. He hoped being open and candid with his boss was a good sign of comfort between them. James also realized he could be immediately fired on behalf of his ill-fated jokes as he almost was before. The desk was starting to seem less bad. "Thank you, sir. I appreciate it," James nodded and rose to stand up. "Please let me know if there is any paperwork that I could at least sort through or review. Merlin knows above anything I will be seeing a lot of late nights."
"Pshaww. They'd have to get through Mad-Eye too, and I certainly don't envy them that task." Frank said, honestly touched. He didn't consider himself half as formidable as Mad-Eye or Edgar but it was nice to hear someone disagree. James really was growing in to a more even-keeled man. "Of course. If you ever need late night company, I can bring Neville and give Alice a few hours of sleep."
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Rabastan's only purpose was vengeance. There was no lesson to be learned, no motive besides sating a gratuitous level of integrity. The moral scales were simply imbalanced, and now was the appropriate time to rectify them. The process pleased him. He cared nothing for Frank's suffering, but his own achievement struck deeply and acutely. It brought him peace. Finally, this matter was being resolved.
Intermittently, he paused the Cruciatus, allowing Frank just enough time to recover being repeating. He could see the struggle in the other wizard's eyes, and approached the procedure much like testing the capability of a machine; clinically and observant. He continued in this way for the best part of an hour, until deeming Frank suitably exhausted. He did not want to destroy him completely. This was enough. Flicking his wand for a final time, the red glow fizzled aside to leave only the invisible strings of the Imperius. He released those too, permitting Frank the ability to speak and to place his hands upon the still searing floor.
"Are you ready for this to end?"
He expected defiance. It would surprise him if Frank were to surrender. But the answer was irrelevant; he'd achieved what he desired.
"You're a parent now. I'm pretty sure that means you get to look like a proper auror and have a valid excuse no one would dare question." Truly, it seemed most of the people in the auror office were ready to fall over and nap through fall and winter to catch up on sleep that seemed to go down in hours. "Though, you may have a point regarding this little bean. How could anyone notice anything around Neville!"
Hestia leaned back against the bench, letting her eyes scan the alley as she had done so many times before. "I wish I could claim any such thing. I have made a new friend." Friend, it seemed fine to be calling the whole thing that. "But beyond that, I'm sure you do remember my penchant to work too much." There wasn't a need to point out just why the hours of most aurors in the department had gone up. - @franklongbottom-fm
Frank gave Hestia a grateful smile. She was one of the best they had, and it helped his state of mind to know she was still in the department keeping things together while he was away. “He is captivating, isn’t he?” Frank asked, glowing with pride. “And they really weren’t kidding about how strong babies grips are. Getting your fingers back from him grasp can be a bit of a battle of wills.
“We all have a penchant for working too much. I think I even ask about it in interviews. Who’s the new friend? Have I met them before?”
James nods, offering a quick smile that barely met his face. The last few weeks had turned him into a man who was tearing at the seams. The world was only more and more cruel as every day went on. James wanted to do what he could to protect his future child, to be the best person he could be for Lily. They were in the Order together and James had a few missions on his plate. He saw through two different lenses what this world could do and he committed himself to cure the wickedness in anyway he could. This was the first time he pulled himself out of the heat because he knew if he continued, he would get burned.
He shakes his head at himself for saying something stupid like his child and his boss' child could've shared the same birthday. That wasn't something you're supposed to say, but he had lost count of his unfiltered comments at work. It was what landed him at the desk in the first place. "I just have one mroe mission which I can complete and can help transition the work to someone else," he nods. "I will come back though...I want to."
Frank paused to smile at James. Even in his frazzled, sleep-deprived state he could appreciate this. He wasn't remotely worried about whether or not James would come back. The passion James had was obvious, and he was getting better at office politics as well. He was the sort that could really make a difference, Frank just knew it.
"Don't worry about, I'm not. There's always a spot here for you James. If there isn't, assume we've been infiltrated or something. You're good at this. Lily needs you more than we do right now."
"Very good. Thank you." She sighed in relief that he would listen to her, knowing that if he told her something he stood by his word. It's one of the many things she loved about him. Hearing that he had gotten hurt had terrified her, she couldn't bear the thought to lose Frank. "That would be great, you know she's always welcome." Her mother in law was intense to say the least, but she had managed to raise a man as wonderful as Frank so she knew what she was doing. Hopefully though, she would not need to stay long. Frank should be the one by her side, witnessing all of Neville's firsts. "I'll send you daily updates myself. But it won't be long. You will get better soon. Focus on right now. We are here together, all three of us."
"I'll owl her and let her know, she'll be thrilled." Waiting to heal was going to be agonizing, he wanted nothing more than to be there for every second of Neville's life. Not just to see him grow up, but to experience it with Alice. Doing this all together was the best thing in the world. He leaned in to kiss her on the temple, doing his best not to jostle her or their son. "They're going to be the best part of my day, I promise. Besides, y'know, resting and drinking all my potions and doing whatever they tell me to get home faster."
"Ideally we can go home together, but I want you to be one hundred percent good before you go. And don't lie to the healers to get out faster because I will send you back here myself if I don't think you're good." She warned her husband, her tone loving and threatening at the same time. Alice had almost lost him, she could not risk that happening again. "I won't be alone. Ela said she would come and stay over if you are still in the hospital." Of course she would rather have him by her side, but his health mattered too.
"Fine, fine. No lying to the nurses." Frank pouted, not doubting her threat for a second. Of course she'd seen through his plan of bribing his way out early. Alice would absolutely send him back here, too. Well she always had been the more level-headed of them. And she was right, Ela would be there. "Augusta might stop by for a few days as well, if Ela needs a break. You'll make her send me updates, won't you? Merlin he's right there sleeping and I miss him already."
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Hestia chuckled. "A radiant father instead then. You cover it up well." He did, there was no point in denying it and given the witch considered the other a friend, she wouldn't have either way. "Look at that tiny little face." Neville was adorable, a new generation that would grow up to see a bright day. Of that the former Hufflepuff was sure.
"If any of the baby shower presents weren't to your or Alice's liking, do let me know. I'm sure there is still stuff to be done about it." Time was a fickle thing, but she didn't mind. "Would you like to sit for a moment? Catch up if you'd like." - @franklongbottom-fm
"Thanks, I think it's mostly that no one spends too much time focusing on the bags under my eyes when they could look at him instead." Frank joked, as if he didn't spend most of his own days staring at his son. He pressed a kiss to Neville's head on impulse.
"No take backs. We loved them." Frank said, sitting down and gesturing for Hestia to do the same. "What's up with you, huh? All I've done is change diapers, feed a baby, and burp a baby. Surely your life is more thrilling than mine right now."
"No, I don't know why I said that," he mumbled, having wanted to grab Frank during the first work hour before everyone got busy with tasks or were out on missions. James sat in front of the desk, being there so many times before but this time it looked like gray matter. "Yes," he said, giving a smile. "Any day now like you said. She's already late and annoyed about it. I want to make sure I'm there and not be delayed or have anything happen-Congratulations again to you and Alice. Our children could've shared a birthday or something." James wondered if that was an appropriate thing to say to his mentor. "And I'll step back from other things...I'll tell Shacklebolt."
"Hopefully your son will come soon, for her sake if nothing else." Frank winced in sympathy. Lily was a force to be reckoned with, even when she wasn't deeply pregnant and late. He counted himself lucky that Neville had been on time. "Oh Merlin you're right, they could've. What a wild thought."
He nodded, scribbling down notes about the transition that he desperately hoped would make sense to him later. "Do you have any active cases that will need reassigning? I think Hestia's got some bandwidth, and I know a few others who're closing things up on a couple of theirs."
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The days were starting to become longer and after his mission with Marlene, James felt the need to take a step back, scars that still hadn't healed even with the best potions out there. There were times in his life he wouldn't think about shelfing but knowing that his child was about to be here any day put the nerves into action. James stared at Frank's door before tapping it gently then giving a harder knock. When he heard the signal to come inside, James opened it and braced himself.
"Afternoon sir," James smiled, forgetting that it was still morning. "I was hoping that...we could have a word? Nothing bad, I just...well-could I have a few days off? Or weeks? Or even the desk duty again? Basically...I'm asking to be pulled off the field for a bit."
Frank wasn't technically supposed to be back yet. But there were some things at his desk he'd wanted to pick up, and Alice had given him a few free hours. It took him a moment to remember he really was at work, and that when someone said 'sir', they meant him.
"Is it afternoon already?" Frank asked, pulling out his pocket watch. Having a newborn had certainly messed with his concept of time. Days had begun blurring together. "Out of the field? Wh--" Frank blinked and frowned at James before putting it together. "Oh, Lily's due any day now isn't she? Of course. Yes, we can work something out."
"Justice." The word's singularity cut the air like a crisp knell, its tone brutally convinced. There was no doubt in Rabastan Lestrange. Not a shred of his soul questioned his beliefs. He followed them with reverence. He would pursue their glory until he met his own end - and may it be a worthy sacrifice. He almost admired Frank's determined display. He'd expected nothing less from an Auror and a pureblood.
Without heed for his own safety, he risked a split second to curse Frank instead of blocking the spear or moving aside. The spell flew swift and precise, slicing through the dusty spear and striking Frank squarely in the chest. Of all the Unforgiveables, it was his favourite; the Imperius - the ultimate control, cold, calm and stealthy. All he did - for now - was command Frank to stay still and silent. It was worth the pain of Frank's assault. The spear hit him, dust scrambling beneath his clothes and over his skin as though it were alive, itching to find a way under the surface. By the time he managed to end the curse, he had burns and scratches to show for his efforts, those on his exposed skin blistering and raw. He cared nothing for it. It was unimportant.
He stepped forward, pausing as he looked at Frank as though appraising a toy puppet in a shop window. "You chose the wrong side. You harm the wrong people." Flicking his wand, the air flashed red, the Cruciatus soaring to join its sibling spell. He wanted to break Frank's mind. It was correct to replicate how he'd felt when Alecto was injured. The combination of excruciating pain and the inability to scream or move, would do the job efficiently.
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It was beautiful to see how all around people still lived their lives. Even if things had gotten quieter, there was joy to be found. The energy was there and although she could feel the tension in Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade seemed to have a calmer atmosphere. There was laughter, children playing and of course, busy witches and wizards all around - the rush from shop to shop seemingly never stopping.
In the middle of it all the witch spotted him, a grin spreading across her face. "You are looking surprisingly well-rested. Or are looks deceiving me?" Frank Longbottom, another one of the fortunate one's to start a family and make their way through things; through life. "How have you and Alice been? How is little Neville?"
Frank had volunteered to take Neville out for a walk so Alice could sleep for a while. She could use all the rest he could get her. Plus it was nice to get outside again. Even if breathing did still hurt a little and his hands still a bit of a tremor to them. It was fine. They never shook when he held Neville. That's what counted.
"Hestia!" Frank grinned, turning to see her properly. Neville was strapped to his front in a baby carrier. "Nice to see you. Though I'm hardly well-rested. Neville, however, is having a grand time." His son gurgled his approval.
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While they had been together for years, now that it was the three of them, it felt like a proper family. Times like these were what they had been waiting for for years. All they needed now was to win the war and then they could make sure Neville had several younger brother and sisters.
Chuckles. "I think we'll have a few months until we have to go that far."
"Thank Merlin for that." Frank said with a breathy laugh. He had no idea whether he wanted those months to linger or fly by. It wouldn't matter either way. They were a family now. There was all the time in the world to spend together. "I bet I can get cleared around the same time you two get to go home. I hate the thought of missing his first few days, and of you doing it all alone."
With Frank injured, she'd already spent a majority of her time in the hospital, refusing to anyone that urged her to go home. She didn't like being at their house knowing he was lying in a hospital bed and in pain-she needed to see him with her own two eyes to make sure he was getting better. So her already being here when her water broke was convenient, but she was relieved that they let Frank into the delivery room with her. He was her soulmate, as long as they had each other things would be fine.
Staring at Neville full of wonder and love she had a hard time looking away-he was the cutest baby she had ever seen. "He's so strong already, look at him."
Merlin he couldn't wait until they got to go home and spend the rest of their lives with each other and watch Neville grow up. Their son already had an absolute vice grip on his heart. What else could he need the three of them all together? He'd fight Voldemort single-handed if it meant he could keep them safe and whole.
"Good, he'll need that strength. We're going to have to strap down more things at home if he keeps this up."
