Happy Mother's Day to All
Even the Mommas of cats and dogs. And other pets, as well.
I knew I was going to post again, today. I almost accidentally posted twice today, even without much to say. That was not meant to rhyme.
My brain is full of questions. Harry Potter related questions.
-Such as how do muggle-borns get to Diagon Alley and Platform 9 and 3/4? I imagine there must be extra instructions included in their acceptance letters, but even then, how would they get to Diagon Alley as it seems to require a wand to enter from the street?
-What exactly is the connection between Squibs and cats? Both Argus Filch and Mrs. Figg had cats which seemed to communicate with them somehow. Is it something like a service animal, sort of the seeing eye dog of the wizarding world?
-Would someone please beat Percy Weasley about the head 'till he comes to his senses?
And then I started work on another mother-related fic, as sort of a counterbalance to the original fiction drabble I wrote earlier today. (And which is posted over at TBN, for those of you interested.) It brought up even more questions.
A Brief Happy Time
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Alice set her sleeping son into his crib, and went into the living room, where her husband was sitting by the radio.
"Neville just smiled at me," she said, beaming. Frank looked up at her, turning down the volume.
"Has he?" he said. "Isn't one week a little young for that?"
"Of course not," Alice said. "You're never too young to smile. Especially at your mother."
Frank smiled, himself, as he stood and put his arms around his wife, kissing the top of her head.
“Of course not,” Frank said. “And you're a wonderful mother. You're sanity in an insane world.”
Over the following months, Alice spent as much time with her son as she possibly could. She was sure most mother's did, but with You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters gaining more power every day, she felt she had to do what she could to make things normal for him.
“Come to Mummy, Neville,” she said, reaching out for him. He had just recently started trying to walk, and Alice was doing her best to encourage him. Apparently James and Lily's son was walking already, though Frank thought it possible James was exaggerating out of fatherly pride, and Remus agreed.
Neville smiled and reached out for her hand, and she helped him to his feet. He took two steps and then almost fell. Alice lifted him up and smiled at him. He laughed.
“You know, I know of another little boy your age,” Alice said to him, taking him over to the rocking chair. “His name is Harry, and when you are older and the world is a happier place, we'll visit together, and have holidays at the seashore, and you and he will be in the same year at Hogwarts, and you will be the best of friends. Won't you like that?”
Neville smiled and nodded, even though Alice was sure that most of what she'd said had been nonsense to him. All the same, she found herself talking more about the future, and the seashore, until Neville fell asleep in her arms. For some time, she remained there, listening to his soft snoring, feeling his warm weight in her arms.
I kind of wish JKR would go into more detail about the Longbottoms, really. And also, I don't think I'm done with this story.
-Amelia