Hey guys! 8D So, I haven't been updating ANY of my fics (trying my best, but stuff gets in the way =.=" Boo.). So, I guess I'll start off with a Harry Potter fic to get my creative juices flowing. :)

I've never been a huge HP fanatic, but I watch the Deathly Hallows Part II a couple of times! :D SUPER GOOD! That's gotta be my fave! ;) It's probably because of the violence and the whole Neville/Luna confession! *giggles*

PLEASE READ THIS PART: So! *claps hands* Did ANYONE happen to see the little boy with curly, dark hair and a toad in DH Part II? He sat right next to Albus once he got on the train. Well, I got to thinking about it and I came up with a theory. And forgive me if I'm wrong about this character. I don't read the books…I get confused easily and have a bad memory.

:) So, Neville said he loved Luna in the movie, and it gave a bit of a hint that she loved him back at the end, so maybe they got married and had a kid. I mean, the epilogue was supposedly written while Rowling was creating the third book…Luna wasn't in HP until BOOK FIVE.

Maybe movie people decided THEY wanted a different ending. :3 I hope so. Because it's how this was created. XD

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters…just…just Frank Xenophilius "Frankie" Longbottom. Seriously…you HAVE to love that name! XD Rowling owns everything else and the MARVELOUS stories, though! ;D


"What on earth are you naming him?" Ginny queried, anxious to know.

"I won't know until Luna wakes up," Neville responded sheepishly. "She has all the answers for this kind of stuff."

"Alright, then," Ginny giggled, taking the unnamed baby. "I'll bring him back in a quick minute."

As she closed the door, Neville leaned back in his chair and sighed happily. While he turned his head, looking at Luna, a smiled crept across his face. He slid his hand underneath her own. Her eyes fluttered open as she turned her head. She smiled calmly, but then sat up and yawned. Neville gained an apprehensive face.

"What's wrong?" she queried as she turned around to adjust her pillow.

"I-I didn't mean to wake you…" he stated, adjusting her pillow for her. "Sorry."

"It's nothing," she smiled.

He patted the pillow and set it up straight so she could sit up. As she leaned back, her smile widened. She mumbled a happy "thank you," to which he mouthed an honest "you're welcome." As they sat in silence, Luna looked around, wanting to do something. She looked at her husband, whose mind was on the door, staring at it blankly. He had a faraway look in his eye, too. She poked his temple gingerly. He chuckled and turned to look at her.

She said in a somewhat hoarse tone, "I believe you may have Wrackspurts in your head, Nev."

"Possibly," he laughed. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"


After a moment, Luna looked over at him again. She had been knocked out with a potion for quite a bit. It was like a huge pain killer. She yawned and grabbed his hand, leaning her head to the side, which made it easier to see him. Neville looked straight back, gaining a small smile.

"Was it a boy or a girl?" she inquired.

"A boy," he replied happily. "Did you want to see him?"

"Yeah, let's go!" she beamed excitedly, already making moves to get out of the bed.

"Uh…" he began as he grabbed her hand, causing her to look at him with confused eyes.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Ginny's bringing him back in a minute," he affirmed. "Just be patient."

"Ok," she said in her calm voice.

She stuffed her feet back under the blanket and sat up against the head of the bed. She sighed, still smiling. Neville held her hand while she ran over all the names in her head. She giggled softly at some, confusing Neville. After several moments, Ginny came in with the baby. She handed him to Neville. Luna looked over his shoulder, watching the baby blink softly as he awoke. He had dark hair, like Neville, and silvery-blue eyes, like her. She giggled when he crinkled his nose like a bunny rabbit would.

"Any names yet?" Ginny asked quietly.

"I haven't any," Neville sighed, turning to Luna. "Do you have any names yet?"

"Actually," she began, gently taking her baby into her own arms. "I have two ideas."

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes," Luna giggled. "Frank and Xenophilius are my choices."

Neville slapped his palm onto his brow. He felt like an idiot. How could he forget his own father's name? Ginny giggled at her friend, causing him to look at her funny. She bit back another laugh, snorting out "sorry, sorry, sorry!" every other second. Luna looked at him with perplexity lighting up in her eyes.

"You don't like the names?" she inquired.

"N-No, no! I love the names!" he assured her. "I just can't believe I didn't think of my own father's name."

"Oh," she said in her usually calm and dreamy voice. "So, are you fine with the names?"

"Of course," he quietly confirmed, nodding slowly. "Whose name do you want to come first? It's your choice."

Luna thought hard and finally decided with a smile. "Frank."

"Frank Xenophilius Longbottom, then," Ginny announced. "I'll be right back with a wheelchair."

As she left, Luna grinned. Neville began laughing as he asked, "What are you so happy about? Your smile changed."

"I've always wanted to ride in a wheelchair," she giggled.


After Luna put on her shoes, she stood up and walked into the living room. She saw Neville on the couch reading a herbology book out loud and pointing at each plant as he said them. Why? Frank was in his other arm, watching his finger dragging over important words before scurrying to the picture. She smiled and kissed Neville's head. He bent his head back, seeing his wife smile at him.

"I have to go to work," she confirmed softly.

"For how long?" he sighed out sadly.

"I'll be back around five," she replied with a genuine smile. "PM this time."

"Good, because this one"—he set the book between his knees, marking his place, and lifted Frank up gently—"is hard to keep up with. He explores a lot."

"He's only eight months old," she giggled, "he can't go far."

"That's only because he inherited my clumsiness," he stated in a monotone voice.

"He doesn't fall that much," she said. "And you're not that clumsy."

"Whatever you wanna believe," he sighed with a smile as he lowered Frank back to his chest.

Luna kissed them both and left quickly, trying her best not to be late. Neville smirked and sat up, setting Frank down and against the armrest. He looked up at his father with big, silvery blue eyes. His hair was growing out fast, too.

"Dada," he called out to him, trying to capture his index finger.

"No, no, no, no, no…" he pushed his arm down gently, "say Nargle first."

"Thinger," he exclaimed as he pointed toward Neville's index finger.

"How is it you can say your THs and your Fs, but you mess up which word starts with which sound?" he queried in a smirk.

"Thinger!" he exclaimed again, this time, trying to stand up.

"Nope," Neville let his finger escalate higher, "say Nargle, please."

"Thinger!" he was reaching for the finger, paying no mind to Neville's request.

"No, Frankie," he said in a stern voice. "Doo you want the finger that bad?"

He nodded his head.

"Come here," he demanded.

He picked him up and settled him in his blue-jean-covered lap. He stared at him as Frank stared back. He began to laugh, letting him know he wasn't going to punish him. He smiled at his father as he began to wager with him.

"If you say Nargle with me, you can have my finger."

That caught his attention.

"Repeat: Nar…"




"Nar-gal," Neville said.

"Nar-gal," Frank repeated.

"Nargle," he finished up.

"Nargle!" Frank exclaimed.

"Great job, Frankie!" Neville congratulated him, giving him his finger.

Frank became satisfied and played with his limb. Every now and then, Neville would make shooting noises and poke his son, causing him to giggle furiously. After he was tired out, he crawled onto his father's chest. Neville smiled and pulled his book out, reading the words over again and pointing out the pictures. The words bored his son, but the pictures interested him and dragged him into looking at the plants in the kitchen everyday. Sooner or later, Neville fell asleep, which meant Frank could walk around.


Luna walked into her home, expecting there to be some left-over food on the table. Surprisingly, nothing was there. She looked at the couch, smiling. As she tip-toed into the room, she saw Frank playing with his blocks, creating a colossal building. Luna giggled, sitting down next to him and watching peacefully. Frank looked over at her smiled brilliantly, jumping to her and trapping her in a hug. She hugged him back tightly, but softly.

"What's Daddy doing, Frankie?" she inquired.

"Sleepy," he answered with an adjective.

"Yes," she nodded, kissing his forehead. "Now, what did you learn to say today?"

"Nargle," he beamed.

Luna smiled gingerly. Everyday she came home, Neville had taught him a word that he knew she would love. She did the same thing for him when he went to teach at the school. The blonde woman began to tickle her son carefully, causing him to erupt in giggles. This made Neville wake up…and freak out because he hadn't kept an eye on his son the whole time. He looked left and right before looking on the floor. He found his family excluding him from play-time. He immediately sighed in relief, knowing they were ok, and slid himself down on the floor next to them.

"Frankie, what word did we learn?" he asked.

"Nargle!" he exclaimed.

Luna smiled again, but instead rewarding her son again, like Neville thought she would, she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the forehead. He was baffled, but then she explained how he had already told her the new word. He chuckled and sprawled out, stretching his arm across her shoulder and crossing his legs. Luna let her head rest on his own shoulder, while Frank easily fell asleep just before whispering "family," causing his parents to smile.