Halfblood Wizard

Curse Breaker
January 30, 2002
Lives in
Dorset, England
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I wish time would stop for a while. My daughter's growing up too fast. I just want her to stay my little princess forever.

So you want to know about my life, huh? Well, it's not going to be very interesting. I had a very normal upbringing. My parents loved each other and they were crazy about me, even though they weren't expecting me.

I was born Frank Alistair Longbottom during a snowstorm at the end of January. My parents barely made it to St. Mungo's. I was, according to my parents, the quietest baby ever. I barely cried except when I was hungry or needed changing. I didn't mind being alone in a room. That didn't change as I got older. Although I'm not really an inrovert, I like being alone. It's so quiet when nobody else is around.

Anyway, my father worked at Hogwarts, so he wasn't around that much. My mother tried her best to pay attention to me and take care of the Leaky Cauldron, but it was hard. She never neglected me, though. In fact, I'm closer to her than my father because I saw her more. My father's wonderful, too, though.

For the first four years of my life, it was just me. I liked being an only child, but I was happy when my mother told me that I was going to be a big brother. I told her I wanted a brother, but a few months later, I was introduced to a girl named Alice. I didn't know what to make of her at first. I didn't think I'd be able to play with her the same way I would a brother, but it wasn't that different. It didn't take long for me to love her. I still asked my parents to have another kid, though. They never did.

As I got older, I started helping my mom out at the Leaky Cauldron. She never pushed me to and I think she would've preferred me to play or read or do something else, but I wanted to help. I really only swept the floor and cleared tables. It didn't get in the way of me being a kid and I liked doing it. the Leaky Cauldron was my home and even though my mother no longer works there and I don't live in London anymore, I still consider it my home. I'll always have a soft spot for it.

At the age of eleven, I received my Hogwarts letter. I was excited to go. I had heard so much about it and I couldn't wait to see the castle, get sorted and start making friends. The sorting took a while for me. I thought I'd end up in Ravenclaw and I'm pretty sure my parents thought the same thing. I'm smart, loved history and reading that it seemed like a natural fit for me. The hat yelled out Gryffindor, though. I loved being in my father's old house, but I didn't see myself as a Gryffindor. I just didn't think I was brave enough for it. I accepted it more after my father told me that he didn't think he belonged there either at first, but the hat knows what it's doing and doesn't sort wrong. Somehow, I belonged there, even if it didn't feel like it.

My time at Hogwarts was pretty fun. I excelled at History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts. They were my favorite classes. Even though I was the studious Gryffindor, who cared more about my grades than Quidditch or pranking people, I made some friends in my own house, but most of them came from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. I always fit in better with them, more than those from my own house.

Nothing really happened while I was there. I was the bullied a lot and I think that was what brought out my Gryffindor qualities. I stood up for myself, even though they were bigger and older than I was. I wasn't going to let them mess with me. Sure, it landed me in a lot of fights and I was sent to the Hospital Wing a couple of times, but I proved that I could defend myself and that I wasn't afraid of them. Some of them stopped messing with me after that.

Fifth year was an important year for me. I got my first girlfriend and we were together for three years. She broke it off after we graduated because we were heading in different directions. I wanted to travel and she wanted something more stable. I was broken hearted at first because I allowed myself to believe that we would be together forever. I got over it once I realized that it was stupid to think that. Nobody is with their first girlfriend forever. It just wasn't realistic to think such a thing.

Once I graduated, I applied for a position in the curse breaking training program and because of my excellent grades, I got in. My mother was terrified. It was so dangerous and she thought for sure that I was going to die because of it. I had to reassure her that I'd be fine. This is something I would think about often. After what happened, I had to wonder if she had known something. Some kind of Mother's intuition. She never mentioned it, but maybe she just felt something.

The training lasted years, but when I was finished, I was sent to help a team with a tomb in Egypt. They were having trouble getting through a tomb and it was nearing a point when the Goblins were just about ready to call it quits. I was twenty-two and the only person on that team that had just finished training not too long before. I didn't know why they decided to send me. Maybe they thought it would be good for me. Maybe they just didn't have anybody else.

Anyway, we had just broken through an enchantment... or so we thought. The runes were transcribed wrong. There was an airborne poison that we weren't prepared for. We all had to go to the hospital, but me and two others were more serious than the rest. The two died and I was nearing death. They sent me to St. Mungo's, so I could spend the rest of my days with my family. The Healers prepared them for the inevitable, but it never happened. By some miracle, I got better.

I hated it. My two co-workers deserved to live more than I did, so why did I survive? I wanted to die. I started drinking too much, became an alcoholic and hoped that I would succumb to alcohol poisoning soon. My parents tried to get me help, had me talk to Healer's at St. Mungo's and they told me that it was Survivor's Guilt. They tried to help me with it, but it didn't work. I continued drinking too much, continued hoping for death. That was the way my life stayed until ten months ago when my beautiful little baby girl, Lynx, came into my life.

Her mother left her in my care and took off, never to be seen again. Lynx saved my life. Literally. I stopped drinking because of her and I sought help for Survivor's Guilt. I'm seeing a psychiatrist on a weekly basis. Progress is slow, but I'm determined to get better. I want to be a good father to my daughter. She deserves it.
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