#august longbottom

[correcthpnextgen]

Alice Longbottom

Casted with Chandler Kinney

Headcanons:

- Oldest daughter of Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott

- Older sister of August Longbottom

- Knows everything about herbs

- Can't play quidditch for shit but loves to watch

[mymischiefisnevermanaged]

Without your pin, do you think the other students will respect you, Minnie?

Minerva: I’m not worried in the slightest about having their respect.

Minerva: Specifically Augusta. She was absolutely furious that I became prefect and she didn’t. 

[lunalilys]

To Hannah and Neville Longbottom, Hogwarts is home. Not in a spiritual, emotional sense. But, in an actual, physical, yes-we-honestly-live-in-a-school sense.

Hannah had been working as the Hogwarts matron for ten months when she fell pregnant, properly this time. After years and years of trying they were going to have a kid. Not just a kid, kids. They were having twins.

Nevile knew he wanted to honour his parents, his grandparent’s. But, he’s heard what it’s like to be named after war heroes. He’s heard from Teddy and James and Fred and Al and Lily.

So, when the twins are born they’re named Alissa Margaret (After Neville and Hannah’s mother) and August Francis (after Neville’s grandmother and father).

Ally and Gus thought they owned the school. Just before their second birthday, their Dad was named Head of Gryffindor and was required to move into the castle permanently. So, they grew up in the castle.

Running down the corridors. Climbing trees on the edge of the forbidden forest. Dipping their toes in the black lake. Sliding down bannisters. Sitting on benches in the kitchen, kicking legs, and licking spoons. Talking with fifth years as they walked to class, and interrupting prefect meetings to give their opinions.

Though they were younger than all the Weasley-Potters (being at least six years younger than Lily Luna) they never seemed to realise it.

They weren’t raised just by their, loving and committed, but by the faculty and the students and most of the shopowners and residents of Hogsmeade.

[correcthpnextgen]

August Longbottom

Casted with Lonnie Chavis

Headcanons:

- Son of Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott

- Younger brother of Alice Longbottom

[helly-watermelonsmellinfellon]

Sorry, but wtf is Augusta gonna teach us? Abusing Your Grandchild 101?

[wotter-watch]

Christmas Graveyards

The Wizengamot is said to have been active since 1544. When the Ministry of Magic was established in 1707, the Wizengamot was incorporated into the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Comparing this to the Muggle Judiciary of the United Kingdom, we can say that -

August Longbottom paused, her quill hovering over the parchment. Her lips pursed, and she stared at her homework intently. What could you say about the Muggle judicial system?

After a long moment of fruitless mental struggle, she groaned, placing her quill on the desk. Oh, why had she taken Muggle Studies? She could've just gone with Arithmancy - Louis made it look easy -

The thought of Louis Weasley made her freeze. She sighed, and looked away. Of course, she wasn't going to get any more work done now. She'd be too distracted. Besides, who did school work on Christmas Eve? Or, judging by the darkness that had settled outside her window - was it Christmas already? Either way, Franklin was in his seventh year, and she was certain he didn't have work for the holidays. And it wasn't like six-year-old Allison was doing anything apart from sleeping. Was it silly, that she envied both of her siblings?

She got up from the rickety old desk, and made her way to the cupboard and getting out a sweater and a long, holey scarf. After securing it firmly around her neck, and pulling a woolen cap over her head, she made her way out of her bedroom and down the stairs. She knew which ones creaked and which ones didn't, but it still took a while to get herself to the landing without making a sound. This was her great-granmother's house, and she woke at the slightest noise. Of course, August would have rather spent Christmas at home, in Diagon Alley, but Dad had insisted on coming here. Still, Godric's Hollow had it's perks. She wouldn't be sneaking out if it didn't.

She reached the door, silently unlocking it and pulling it open. A soft shriek escaped her lips as she saw her great-grandmother standing before her, in what seemed to be an old closet, hideous hat and all.

"Gran, I didn't - I mean, I -"

She fell into a horrified silence when her great-grandmother looked up. Dark, hollow sockets glared out from where her eyes should have been; sallow, waxy skin over her bony face; Augusta Longbottom's blackened teeth stretched into a hideous smile. She raised a deformed hand, reaching for her great-granddaughter, clawing through the air -

Wait, that couldn't be her gran. Fumbling at her jeans pocket, she pulled out her wand and pointed it at the horrible thing.

"Riddikulus!"

All at once, her great-grandmother morphed into a rag doll, and fell to the floor, before it crawled back into the closet and the door shut behind it.

August glared at the offending door for a good five minutes, before making her way to the actual exit. She let herself out, walking through the snowy streets and muttering all the while.

"Stupid house," she said, rubbing her arms, "Stupid Boggarts and stupid Godric's Hollow - what I'd give to be back home..."

She continued on for a good while, no one really paying attention to her - she was so bundled up she could pass for a grown woman, albeit a short one. She didn't slow her pace until she reached her destination - the graveyard.

August made her way through the dreary place, walking past graves and glancing fleetingly at the war memorial. She finally stopped at one tombstone - an old one that simply read, "Yolanda Abbott, 1962 - 1996. Beloved mother and daughter."

She sat down on the hard ground, wiggling a bit until she'd made herself comfortable.

"Hey, Yolanda," she said, her breath fogging in the air, "How're you doing? It's Christmas Eve - or Christmas, maybe - I'm not sure. Either way, I thought you might want some company."

She pulled the cap down more firmly over her ears, and continued, "I got ambushed my a Boggart at home. It's so stupid, isn't it? My great-grandma won't get rid of it - I remember her talking to Dad about it. I can't believe Dad named me after her - she's so nutty. But at least she's a grandmother, right? Dad's parents aren't really...parents, and I don't know about Mum's parents, which leaves - you."

She smiled fondly at the stone, "You'd make a nice grandmother. You listen. I haven't talked to anyone else about Louis - or being a Ravenclaw, even. Were you a Ravenclaw, maybe? I'm not even smart - I barely pass classes, I don't study all that much. The only thing I work at is Herbology, and that's so Dad isn't disappointed. Louis's smart though. He's brilliant, really. He was always helping me...I'll have to find someone new for help now -"

"If you keep sitting here, talking to a tombstone, someone's going to cart you to an asylum."

August shrieked loudly, jumping to her feet and turning around, her hand plunging into her pocket. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the person far before she recognized him, her heart hammering in her chest.

"Are you really that dumb, or just naturally blonde?" hissed Franklin, holding her wrist and pushing her arm down, "Put that away, you idiot - the Muggles will see you."

The blood was still pounding in her ears, but she slid her wand into her pocket anyway. Her brother regarded her with his brown eyes, and looking at him, she was once again reminded of how different they looked. August had always been the perfect mix of her parents - her Mum's blonde hair, her Dad's round face, a blend of their eyes. Little Allison looked like her too.

Frank was a different story. No one was sure where he had gotten all those angles from, while the rest of the family was all curves - his high cheekbones, straight jawline and heavy brow always set him apart. People had a hard time believing they were related. The differences became more obvious once Frank opened his mouth.

Sometimes, just sometimes, August wished she had been the older one, all angular and gorgeous, with boys chasing after her. She hated her blonde hair and her stupid brown eyes - she always looked so plain.

"Hey, sissy, the staring's freaking me out," said Frank, snapping her out of her reverie. She shrugged, abashed, and looked away.

"Why are you here?" she asked, "Did you wake up when I -"

"I was already awake when that Boggart ambushed you," he said, grinning, "Nice spell work. Professor McGonagall would be proud. The Defense Against the Dark Arts one, that is."

"Thanks," she mumbled, flushing pink. Her brother didn't compliment her much. In fact, they never really talked at all. It was only a three years difference, but she'd always felt that he was eons ahead of her.

"So, what are you doing here?" she said, and he gestured to the headstone, a fond smile on his face.

"Just visiting Gran," he said, lowering himself to the ground. He pulled out his own wand, and waved it through the air. A small Christmas wreath appeared on the tombstone - honestly, it was a bit asymmetrical, with one side drooping too much, but she was sure her own attempt at the spell would have turned out much worse.

"Gran?" she asked, sitting down next to him, and crossing her legs. He raised an eyebrow at her.

"The name Abbott ring a bell, sis?" he asked sarcastically, and she frowned.

"No, I know she's an Abbot," she said defensively, "I just don't know how she's related to us. I asked Mum and -"

"If it's an Abbott, you don't ask Mum," sighed Frank, rolling his eyes, and she resisted the urge to hit him. He was always so condescending.

"Mum would know more," she argued.

"Mum would also be more reluctant to tell," he shot back, and August paused. Honestly, she hadn't even considered that.

"So?" she asked finally, "Who is she?"

"Mum's mum," he replied easily, and August's eyes went wide, "She was killed by Death Eaters, sometime during the war. Dad told me. Mum was still in school when it happened. About my age."

"That's...that's horrible," whispered August, and Frank shrugged.

"I think it's better than what Dad went through, honestly. And that leaves us with one batty great-grandmother."

"Do you think about it a lot? asked August, looking at him, "The war, I mean." It was so strange, talking to her brother like this. They'd never done this before.

"Sometimes," he admitted, "I wonder if I could've done it - slayed the snake, like Dad did. Battled Death Eaters, protected everyone without making a muck of things."

"You would've," said August, and he looked at her in surprise, "You're brave. You're a Gryffindor. And your fantastic at dueling."

"Are all these compliments supposed to be my Christmas gift?" he teased, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, "And you're no slacker yourself, sis. You're bloody smart, you know -"

"I'm not," she said, looking away, "I'm rubbish at all this Ravenclaw stuff. I wish the Hat didn't put me with the eagles."

"The Hat put you there nonetheless, yeah?" he said, and squeezed her arm reassuringly, "I think it knows what it's doing. And besides -"

He stopped when the sound of bells echoed through the air, loud and sweet. The siblings looked into the air, as if expecting to see the tangible sounds floating over their heads.

Franklin turned to the tombstone, and smiled.

"Merry Christmas, Gran."

"Yeah, Merry Christmas," said August, and turned to her brother, leaning against him, "And to you, Frank."

"Likewise, sis," he said, pressing a kiss into her hair.

First fic about the Longbottoms! 

As you now know, in this story, we have August (14), Franklin (17) and Allison (6).

Since this is a fic focusing on August, I didn't want to bring too much of the Louis-drama into it. For those who want an idea of what it's about, go to Dominique's Character Profile.

The story Mistletoe and Memory takes place at the exact same time as this one, albeit at a different setting.

Also, if anyone's confused about the reference to McGonagall, it doesn't refer to Minerva, as she's retired. In my head canon, two of Minerva McGonagall's nieces end up teaching at Hogwarts (DADA and Transfiguration.) If you want more info on the teachers, you can send a question through the ASK BOX.

[thosebizzareserpents]

HP Next Generation - The Longbottom Triplets 

Iris, Augusta, and Cyclamen Longbottom (b. December 24, 2015) are the fraternal triplets of Neville Longbottom and Hannah Abbott. They began attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry on September 1, 2026.