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E aí, piranha, quem é que te come?

Olá, amg. Tudo bem com você? Como vai a família? Espero que bem. Ah, diga aos seus irmãos que eles são bem mais legais que você.

Então, piranha, segundo ano consecutivo que te tiro num amigo oculto. Qual é a macuma que você tá fazendo? Ou os cosmos (fala tu, Iasmi) mesmo que tão percebendo que cê me ama demais e que não pode viver sem mim? Voto nas duas opções, na verdade. Mas, enfim, né. Queria falar alguma coisinha bonitinha, mas aí lembrei que não sei ser bonitinha com vocês mais. Vocês, no caso, Cúpula. Hahaha. Ai, mas é isso aí.

O presente ainda está incompleto (não que seja algo surpreendente, né? vindo de mim e tal) e ainda falta um P.O.V. Alily (acabei de inventar, mas é isso aí) e um da River e do John, que estão ambos incompletos aqui. Um dia termino, tá? Antes do fim do ano, juro juradinho. Mas é tudo de coração, tá? ): Desde o livro que eu espero que você ainda não tenha, porque aí seria super flop até as mixes e as edits reblogadas pra encher linguiça, das coisas chorosas dos Longbottom e etc. Apesar de cê não curtir muito Macacos do Ártico, eu coloquei uma música deles. De resto, eu tentei pensar em todas as músicas que me lembram seus chars e as histórias deles, os plots futuros e etc, tentando ir por uma linha musical que eu sei que cê gosta. Mas, bom, se não gostar, cê sabe, né? ): Isso mesmo, foda-se, é presente e cê tem que aceitar caladinha, sorrindo e tal. <3

Acho que é isso? É, é isso.

Por último e não menos importante: Feliz Natal atrasado, feliz Ano Novo adiantado e I love U, chuchu.

#flw #partiu #bjks

May you touch fireflies and stars, dance with fairies and talk to the moon. May you grow up with love and gracious hearts, and always know how loved you are.

{fireflies} a alice prewett playlist [listen]

i. her name is alice // shinedown ii. alice // avril lavigne iii. here comes the sun // the beatles iv. heartliness // florence and the machine v. classy girls // the lumineers vi. she will be loved // maroon 5 vii. bravado // lorde viii. sensible heart // city and colour ix. fireflies // owl city x. love be brave // laura marling xi. wings // birdy xii. hello, i'm in delaware // city and colour xiii. starlight // muse xiv. eet // regina spektor

{lucky} a fralice playlist [listen]

i. stars // the xx ii. i've just seen a face // jim sturgess iii. falling // florence + the machine iv. lucky // jason mraz ft. colbie caillat v. awake // secondhand serenade vi. shelter // birdy vii. change the world // bluebell viii. make you feel my love // adele ix. who you love? // john mayer ft. katy perry x. i see love // passenger xi. why do i keep couting? // the killers xii. home // phillip phillips xiii. lover of the light // mumford & sons

{rabbit heart} a emmeline vance playlist [listen]

i. bulleyes // dia frampton ii. brave // sara bareilles iii. stronger // no doubt iv. titanium // david guetta feat. sia v. 22 // lily allen vi. 400 lux // lorde vii. mayla // edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros viii. i love it (i don't care) // icona pop ix. fighter // christina aguilera x. rabbit heart // florence + the machine xi. run the world // beyoncé xii. she's thunderstorms // arctic monkeys xiii. female robbery // the neighbourhood

{autumn's coming} a autumn callaghan playlist [listen]

i. the first days of spring // noah & the whale ii. jade // edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros iii. i'm just a girl // no doubt iv. the cave // mumford & sons v. lisbela // los hermanos vi. within the rose // matthew and the atlas vii. flawless // the neighbourhood viii. shake it out // florence + the machine ix. selene // imagine dragons x. heart of a girl // the killers xi. 40 day dream // edward sharpe & the magnetic zeros xii. autumn leaves // ed sheeran xiii. carmencita // devendra banhart

{boys wanna be her} a morgaine macnair playlist [listen]

i. bubblegum bitch // marina and the diamonds ii. i'm only happy when it rains // garbage iii. hard out here // lily allen iv. bad reputation // joan jett & the black hearts v. heartless // kanye west vi. voodo dolly // siouxsie and the banshees vii. vanity // christina aguilera viii. roar // katy perry ix. knock 'em out // lily allen x. problem // natalia kills xi. lady marmelade // moulin rouge xii. hit me like a man // the pretty reckless xiii. boys wanna be her // peaches

{man of simple pleasures} a john dawlish playlist [listen]

i. the boxer // mumford & sons ii. bohemian rhapsody // queen iii. all these things that i’ve done // the killers iv. burried in water // dead man’s bones v. sexy and i know it // christian porter vi. you only live once // the strokes vii. prizefighter // eels viii. just a boy // angus and julia stone ix. sexyback // justin timberlake x. get lucky // daughter xi. man of simple pleasures // kasabian xii. flesh and bone // the killers xiii. dog days are over // florence + the machine

You're not you anymore, and it's not enough.

For one small, tiny, seemingly insignificant moment, you are you again.

But it can't be insignificant – it's all you have.

You wake up in a strange room, in a strange bed. You sit up quickly and look at your hands for a moment, before lying back once more. I am Alice, you conclude, satisfied. You aren't sure how you know that, but you know it's true.

Taking a deep breath, you look around and notice hundreds of bubble-gum wrappers littering the floor around your bed, covering the nightstand and the dresser. You look further to see a man asleep on the bed next to yours. Curiosity overcomes you, and you sit up once more.

Slowly, slowly, you turn and put your feet on the floor. You're unsure of your own strength; have you walked before? You don't quite remember, not exactly.

You take a minute to examine the cold, revealing gown you're dressed in. The print that covers it is entirely too cheery, and you wish that something, anything, could express the way you feel.

Confused.

There's a conveniently placed chair next to the man's bed, and you sink down into it, grateful for the resting spot. You're weaker than you had hoped, and yet still more capable than you had expected.

The man is sleeping, his eyes closed gently. There are angry scars running across his arms, obviously old. Without thinking, you reach out to touch them, as if by doing so you could learn their story and hear their secrets.

As soon as you touch the man's hand, it all comes rushing back in one long, drawn-out thought – I am Alice, this is Frank – Neville – Hogwarts, my home – magic – the Order, a war – missions – my family –

And then, you truly remember.

You remember the pain.

It is then you remember why you forgot in the first place.

I've left my family I've left my baby I've left everything I've got nothing –

You take a deep breath and pull your hand away from the man's. There has to be something you can do, someone who can help you.

You take a few steps and then are forced to fall back into your own bed, exhausted, stunned. You remember what happened, where the pain came from – and yet you can't remember yesterday, or even this morning.

Where have I gone?

You sit back in the pillows, considering. And just as quickly as it came, your memory is gone once more.

A woman enters the room, and you stare at her, smiling unconsciously. "Your son is here to see you, Mrs. Longbottom."

You don't move until a young man comes in. He's handsome, his brown hair slightly untidy but his eyes kind. He takes your hand.

"Hi mum," he says softly. "I brought this for you." He holds out a small piece of candy to you.

You smile and take it from him, unwrapping the bubblegum and adding the wrapper absentmindedly to the pile on the nightstand.

You turn to look out the window, and the boy still holds your hand. You're struck with a profound sense of loss – like you're missing something, like you've forgotten.

You wish you could know who you are, who the man in the next bed is, who this kind boy is, where you are – anything, something.

You're not you anymore, and it's not enough.

For any of you.

Alice Longbottom always dreams as she sleeps, tucked safely away in her bed at St. Mungo's.

Her favorites are of the boy. The kind, quiet boy with a round face and shy smile.

The boy visits her a lot. He and the old woman who looks so strangely at Alice.

She likes the boy a lot, though she isn't sure why she dreams of him.

But those dreams are always warm, happy little things. Just her and the boy, forever in her head, collecting wrappers from sweets.

Alice always wakes from those dreams with a smile.

Other nights, the dreams are dark places.

She sees a woman with heavy eyes and a wicked smile who laughs and shrieks at her.

The woman's lost something, and she hurts Alice again and again and again.

Sometimes, there are men in that dream. But it always ends the same.

And somewhere, a baby cries at the end, but Alice can't help him.

Those are the mornings her throat is raw as she screams herself awake.

Neville quietly opened the door and entered the ward, as he had done so many times before. This time, however, was different. This time, he could give them the news he had been longing to tell them for so very long.

He sat down in the chair that had been set between his parents' beds, and watched them sleep for a moment, imagining that if he called their names, they might wake, as if they had never been cursed at all.

"Mum? Dad?" he tried tentatively.

At the answering silence, he shook himself lightly, dispelling his fanciful notions and preparing himself to deliver his message.

"The war is over. We won. I destroyed one of V-Voldemort's horcruxes, his snake, with the sword of Godric Gryffindor. I think you'd be proud. At least, I like to think you would."

He paused, some small part of him hoping, praying to hear some affirmation that he had truly, finally become a man whom his parents could be proud of.

Greeted once more with an uncomfortable, unbearable silence, he pressed on.

"And Lestrange – she's dead. Mrs. Weasley got her, in the end. I thought I'd feel more…satisfaction that she finally got what she deserved, but we have lost so many that it's hard to feel anything anymore. And you're still not awake. You're still – I still can't -"

He broke off. A solitary tear leaked out of the corner of his eye, and he didn't bother to brush it away. Instead, he stared at the ceiling as it trickled down his cheek.

"That's the thing, isn't it? So many lives lost, taken, and for what? One man may have begun this war, but he alone could never have waged it. It was ordinary people, torturing and killing their own kind.

"Sometimes I wished that you'd just died too. Died, and gone on to whatever comes after, rather than stayed here to waste away, alive, but unable to live, in a world so full of darkness. Then I feel terrible for even thinking such a thing.

"But the truth is, I love you, and I wanted with all my heart for you to be proud of me. To become a man that you would gladly call your son. I realise now that that can never be. Maybe you would be proud of me, if you could see me now. Maybe you wouldn't. Either way, I'll never hear you say it. It's time for me to let go of that dream, to stop trying to make you proud, and start trying to be the man I want to be."

He drew in a deep, shuddering breath, and looked back down to his parents.

His mother was sitting up, smiling vacantly at a spot on the wall above his head. Her face was thin and worn, overlarge eyes framed by a cloud of wispy white hair.

He smiled sadly, and sat a while, watching her hum to herself and stare off into space, his father comatose as usual in the bed to her right.

When the light through the window had begun to take on the deep glow of evening, he stood up to leave. As he turned, a hand caught his sleeve.

His mother, staring into his eyes as though trying desperately to remember something, pressed something into his open hand. He looked down. It was a crumpled gum wrapper.

"Pop," said Alice Longbottom.

Her son choked back a sob. "Thanks, Mum," he whispered, slipping the wrapper into his pocket.

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KINGSLEY, ALICE AND LILY

"Merlin Lily! It’s Kingsley Shacklebolt. You’re Kingsley Shacklebolt."

"That I am. New Aurors I assume?"

"Calm down Alice."

"Sorry sir, but…you’re a legend."

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LILY AND ALICE

"I can’t take it anymore, Lils. All this death. Who knows what’s coming next? What if something happens to me? To Frank?"

"We have to be strong. We can do it, Alice. And we’ll make the world a better place for it."

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ALICE AND LILY

"Where is that woman?"

"Lily, over here!"

"Oh Merlin, Al. He’s getting so big. Look at him. James and Harry are saying hello to Frank."

"Just think Lils. Our boys, they’re going to grow up friends. Isn’t that wonderful. Neville and Harry. They’ll always have someone to rely on."

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ALICE AND LILY

"Lil, what are you doing? You should be in bed too."

"I’m just cleaning up down here. I’m fine. This belly isn’t stopping me. God, I miss work."

"Lil?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you scared of bringing a child into all this?"

"Terrified."

"Good. Me too."

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ALICE AND LILY

"So you’ve heard about the prophecy then?"

"Yeah, sorry Lils."

"You don’t have to be sorry."

"I do. Because Neville is the other child."

"What?"

"We’re the only other ones who’ve defied him three times. And Nev and Harry…they were born one day apart."

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LILY AND ALICE

"Alice. Don’t cry. It’s me... Lily. Alice, it’s me. Don’t you… Alice. I need you to remember. We all do. Neville, James, Sirius... we all need you two. You and Frank. You have to remember."

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