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maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

No. No, don’t you start crying now, you can deal with me later. 

All of this is all very touching but I’m tired of the past. I’m tired of living under shadows without a war of my own to fight and I don’t know what the point was in me trying to go in this direction because there is no reason to redeem something no one thinks needs to be redeemed. It’s never going to matter. None of this is ever going to matter, I’m never going to matter. There’s never going to be anything more than this; this is it. So that’s that. Give her the bloody book and go back to work. 

Come here, both of you, please. 

The point is prevention. It’s always going to matter. Who better, to be there if some bunch of assholes decide they’re invincible? To make sure they don’t get there in the first place? You, waiting, on the defensive. You, with that megawatt kind of compassion? Don’t tell us it doesn’t matter. 

There is always going to be something or someone in need of saving, protection, help. It’s the world we live in. It never stops, it comes and goes in waves. That’s why my passion was as huge as yours is now. It’ll always be that way for us.

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

I’ve never been given the chance to talk about it.

You think I don’t want to keep other people alive? I wasn’t hiding anything from her. He gave that to me. That’s my job. That’s what I’ve wanted to do for as long as I can remember, to keep people alive when no one else in this fucking family– 

You’re wrong. Maybe I’m wrong, please, let me rephrase this before you go on. The people who want to keep memories alive should have the power to do so. You go after it! You do it! I know what that’s like; the need, the determination, the calling. You don’t know the support you have. You have it… silently, you have it… out loud, when we have the chance, like Piper and I have now. I can promise you, as someone who wanted nothing to do with that war, that neither the protector nor the protected deserves more of a voice, though I can also promise you that as a human being, you deserve to give and take the truth. Time forgets history as long as people let it. People speak, girls, dead, living. You think voices aren’t suppressed, including those of the people that did their part in saving all of us in one way or another, including your grandparents? You’re telling me your thoughts don’t add up to the very excuse someone else might have against you? Your grandparents didn’t make it? Baloney. 

Look what you’ve been left with. Count your blessings, kid.

Take it from us.

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

Because I don’t like talking about it. Please, do tell me the point. 

The only things left around here to drudge them back up is the idea of cleaning out the bottom of my trunk, and this party. 

That makes much more sense. 

You know, Mara, I think sometimes we forget how much those times still affect all of us, in both ways, in different ways. I don’t mean to parent you but I’m going to; I’ve become that bloke. Probably a cover-up for my guilt but I do think you’re wrong. I think suppressing the knowledge is understandable, sure. I also think not passing along the knowledge you have to the people who might want to do something with it is a dangerous game. Like telling nothing to this little one here, obviously shell-shocked. The people who want to keep other people alive should have the power to do so. 

Well I wouldn’t put it into simpler terms, but...

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

“Mar– Oh.” Sudden realization hit Allison once her sister’s namesake was mention, followed by then group she never quite knew enough about.

“You have everything?” Came her reply through a tiny sob. But at the very end of her question, the slightest smile followed. Relief, excitement, some kind of answer she hadn’t known she’d been searching for.

Narrator: Bertie had about 60 fucking questions. This is the wrong gif, but know that it is there. 

There isn’t anything you can’t talk about now; you know that, right? 

She knows that. So why won’t ya?

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

I didn’t even know you created the annual water balloon– Sorry. But I didn’t even know that.

I have their book. Gr– Marlene. His things. Journals, letters, pictures. I have everything.

About us. And the Order. 

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

Our dad might not even know that detail.

I didn’t know. 

How is it you know those things about Piper, Mara? 

There’s only a couple of Daily Prophet bits I was ever mentioned in, too. The most recent being the water balloon fight I put together for St. Mungo’s back in ‘89.

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

What, really?

You dated who’s wife? 

Bite me.

I was seeing Alice for a period of time at Hogwarts. Frank disliked me very much, now, whether it was that or simply that we were an oil and water type, I don’t know, but I can promise you he was no angel. A great man, don’t get me wrong.

Incredibly stubborn. 

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

Allison remained quiet. There was something about talk of the past that had always felt foreign to her and what was she to ask when one question outweighed the rest and it probably wasn’t even relevant. How did Mara know these things and she didn’t?

Angels. And to think, the only one of them left is this one. 

Look, I don’t know what–

Frank Longbottom an angel. Never thought I’d see the day. 

It happens when you date someone’s wife.

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

You know a lot about her, Mara?

I know she was an Auror, She was friends with them, but I only remember the lists. Her birthday is on Valentine’s day, her patronus is a Labrador.

They were so kind to me. Even your great grandaddy did things for me I can’t even thank the Longbottoms for to this day.

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

Mara…

I know. 

I know. I just didn’t put Piper Porter together until you said her name. 

Why don’t you take another sip of this and we’ll talk about that? 

Well, well, well, now I’m the famous one.

mcsailor:

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

This is about Frank and Alice, our grandparents.

That’s why you brought me here. Isn’t it? At Christmas, let’s make jumpers, really, Allison?

Gran, this isn’t for me to hear. 

Would you tell me if I asked you why that’s such a bad thing?

We aren’t going to bite.

mcsailor:

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

Well, this has been fun. Here’s your dog. Dog. 

I’m sorry, did I miss something?

Now, hold on, Mara. Wait just a minute.

We don’t say please enough in this household. But please.

mcsailor:

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

Look at you, already the life of the party. Hi, Miss Piper again.

I know you.

Know or remember?

Ought to be the know.

mcsailor:

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

Shh, he’s coming.

Thank you and hi! We were so thrilled over the invite.

Probably the stories are half true. Your home is beautiful. 

We’re glad you came. Mara is Rowan’s best mate, Grandy, remember? 

Sure we are, thank you. I remember fine. 

Ey, Piper. 

I’m trying to keep Harley from kicking the ball around in the house like he’s--

bertieandrew:

mcsailor:

If only I could control them.

I’ll pass on the word, promise.

Why are you so mean to me?

Okay, baby, see you soon.

Because you make it damn easy, old man.

bertieandrew:

mcsailor:

Good. I’ll go get you some things and bring them back. 

Isn’t that the truth. 

Baloney, Sailor, we know where the pet shop is. I like going to see the fish anyway. Come’ere, Miss Tilly. 

I sure hope you don’t mind if I come ‘round to visit her every now and then. She’ll need a new bow here and there, I reckon.

Come here, pooch, he says like they have a date. May I come, pretty please?

bertieandrew:

mcsailor:

Sorry. 

Yeah-heah, sorry we brought her straight to you when you won’t say no to me, Gran.

If you can’t get rid of me after forty years, you can’t get rid of me now. Thank you, Allison. We haven’t had a dog around in awhile. Used to bigger ones, usually, I pawn the little ones off but I guess that makes it my turn, huh? 

I think you’ll soon find out the little ones have the spunkiest personalities.

You lot are always so sorry.