They'd Be Damned
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sunspotTitle: They'd Be Damned
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Frank Longbottom/Alice Longbottom
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~830 words
Summary: Together forever, everyone always said. And they’d be damned if it wasn’t true.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Written for a reverse writing for H_E a while back. I placed third.
Finally, the feeling began to recede and Frank Longbottom could breathe again, he reached blindly to his sides, searching, searching…
Alice screamed when he touched her arm. He tried to tell her it was going to be okay, but the words didn’t come out right.
Everything went black.
--
“You cannot afford to run from us any longer,” the voice from right behind his ear told him. It was all Frank could do not to jump out of his skin. He spun around to face not one, but six hooded Death Eaters.
Alice’s hand tightened around his, her other hand around her wand.
“You have a baby now,” a female voice taunted from inside a shadowed cloak on the far right. “You wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to little baby boy, would you?”
Alice stood up straighter and her motherly instincts took over. “You will not harm my son. You will stop following us and leave my family be.”
The six figures moved quickly, backing out of the alley.
“As you wish,” said the female. She waved a thin white hand at them and it was a moment or two before Frank realized is was not her hand she was showing them. She tossed it to their feet.
“Longbottoms, ye be warned.”
--
The second time they were visited wasn’t a fraction as nice as the first.
“Alice?” came a sweet sounding voice from over the hedge.
“Hello,” Alice at the short lady in the red shirt who was peering at her. She got up and wiped the dirt from the gardens off her hands and holding one out.
The woman shook it graciously. And then shot a blue light from the tip of her wand and withered all the roses and the dahlias that Alice had so painstakingly raised.
“The Dark Lord wants you and your husband and that,” she indicated the charred flowers, “is only an insignificant piece of what will happen if you don’t join us. Good day, Alice.”
--
It was a cold November evening when the first knock came.
“Mister Longbottom?” the stranger asked. Frank smiled at him, but he didn’t open the door much more than necessary. There had been some upsetting rumours lately of strange wizards and dark times.
“Sure am, sir. Can I help you with something?”
The stranger smiled. “I have a business proposal for you, Mister Longbottom. May I come in?”
Frank thought fast. There was something wrong about this man. Something that made Frank’s whole body straighten up and take notice. And the first thing he was taught in Auror training was to always go with his instincts.
“My wife is just getting out of the bath… She probably wouldn’t like guests at this time of night.” Frank mentally smacked himself. It was a bad lie, but perhaps it would stop the stranger from pressing further.
“Well, this proposal really includes her too. Speaking with you both right now would be beneficial to us all.” The stranger smiled again and Frank was sure of his first impression. This man meant bad news.
“Did I say she was in the bath? I meant she is visiting her cousin in Mexico.” Frank narrowed his eyes. Maybe the man would pick up on his hostility and beat a fast trail.
“Really Frank, you’re being unreasonable.”
The voice was not raised, there were no outward threats or even any change in his posture, but every single alarm bell went off in Frank’s head.
“I don’t know who you are,” Frank said, his voice rising so Alice would hear him from the sitting room. “But I don’t think I much like your attitude. Now, if you’d be so kind as to get off my porch…” Frank’s heart was pounding as he made to shut the door.
The strangers arm was in the way of the door before Frank could even blink. “The Dark Lord could make you great!” he cried.
“Frank?” Alice called sharply from inside the house.
Frank wrested the man’s arm out of the way. “Piss off, right?” and he slammed the door, locking it manually and magically.
“Nothing Alice, just a peddler.”
--
Frank Longbottom met Alice Tyner on the first day of third year, long before a war was on anyone’s mind. She was beautiful, looking windswept and bright when she rushed into the greenhouse. Frank had always kept to himself, or at least to his own common room, but when he saw the pretty girl in Ravenclaw blue, he knew he had to muster up the courage to talk to her.
When he finally did, they were inseparable. All the free time they could find was spent together, in the library or out on the grounds. Over summer holidays, owls were kept almost permanently in the air with letters back and forth.
No one was surprised when they got married almost straight after school.
Together forever, everyone always said. And they’d be damned if it wasn’t true.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Frank Longbottom/Alice Longbottom
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~830 words
Summary: Together forever, everyone always said. And they’d be damned if it wasn’t true.
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Written for a reverse writing for H_E a while back. I placed third.
Finally, the feeling began to recede and Frank Longbottom could breathe again, he reached blindly to his sides, searching, searching…
Alice screamed when he touched her arm. He tried to tell her it was going to be okay, but the words didn’t come out right.
Everything went black.
--
“You cannot afford to run from us any longer,” the voice from right behind his ear told him. It was all Frank could do not to jump out of his skin. He spun around to face not one, but six hooded Death Eaters.
Alice’s hand tightened around his, her other hand around her wand.
“You have a baby now,” a female voice taunted from inside a shadowed cloak on the far right. “You wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to little baby boy, would you?”
Alice stood up straighter and her motherly instincts took over. “You will not harm my son. You will stop following us and leave my family be.”
The six figures moved quickly, backing out of the alley.
“As you wish,” said the female. She waved a thin white hand at them and it was a moment or two before Frank realized is was not her hand she was showing them. She tossed it to their feet.
“Longbottoms, ye be warned.”
--
The second time they were visited wasn’t a fraction as nice as the first.
“Alice?” came a sweet sounding voice from over the hedge.
“Hello,” Alice at the short lady in the red shirt who was peering at her. She got up and wiped the dirt from the gardens off her hands and holding one out.
The woman shook it graciously. And then shot a blue light from the tip of her wand and withered all the roses and the dahlias that Alice had so painstakingly raised.
“The Dark Lord wants you and your husband and that,” she indicated the charred flowers, “is only an insignificant piece of what will happen if you don’t join us. Good day, Alice.”
--
It was a cold November evening when the first knock came.
“Mister Longbottom?” the stranger asked. Frank smiled at him, but he didn’t open the door much more than necessary. There had been some upsetting rumours lately of strange wizards and dark times.
“Sure am, sir. Can I help you with something?”
The stranger smiled. “I have a business proposal for you, Mister Longbottom. May I come in?”
Frank thought fast. There was something wrong about this man. Something that made Frank’s whole body straighten up and take notice. And the first thing he was taught in Auror training was to always go with his instincts.
“My wife is just getting out of the bath… She probably wouldn’t like guests at this time of night.” Frank mentally smacked himself. It was a bad lie, but perhaps it would stop the stranger from pressing further.
“Well, this proposal really includes her too. Speaking with you both right now would be beneficial to us all.” The stranger smiled again and Frank was sure of his first impression. This man meant bad news.
“Did I say she was in the bath? I meant she is visiting her cousin in Mexico.” Frank narrowed his eyes. Maybe the man would pick up on his hostility and beat a fast trail.
“Really Frank, you’re being unreasonable.”
The voice was not raised, there were no outward threats or even any change in his posture, but every single alarm bell went off in Frank’s head.
“I don’t know who you are,” Frank said, his voice rising so Alice would hear him from the sitting room. “But I don’t think I much like your attitude. Now, if you’d be so kind as to get off my porch…” Frank’s heart was pounding as he made to shut the door.
The strangers arm was in the way of the door before Frank could even blink. “The Dark Lord could make you great!” he cried.
“Frank?” Alice called sharply from inside the house.
Frank wrested the man’s arm out of the way. “Piss off, right?” and he slammed the door, locking it manually and magically.
“Nothing Alice, just a peddler.”
--
Frank Longbottom met Alice Tyner on the first day of third year, long before a war was on anyone’s mind. She was beautiful, looking windswept and bright when she rushed into the greenhouse. Frank had always kept to himself, or at least to his own common room, but when he saw the pretty girl in Ravenclaw blue, he knew he had to muster up the courage to talk to her.
When he finally did, they were inseparable. All the free time they could find was spent together, in the library or out on the grounds. Over summer holidays, owls were kept almost permanently in the air with letters back and forth.
No one was surprised when they got married almost straight after school.
Together forever, everyone always said. And they’d be damned if it wasn’t true.
