The cramps came in the middle of her guest lecture, and her heart broke. Again. She finished her talk, took questions cheerfully - but then found a deserted room to cry her heart out, in the quiet safety of its emptiness. Look at me- magical prodigy, respected Auror, guest lecturer at Hogwarts - and I can't manage to do something so simple as to get pregnant?

A flash caught her eye from the other side of the room - a pane of glass? A mirror? But it showed more than herself - there was Frank, his arm around her, a brilliant smile on his face, and between them…she caught her breath. Tall, strong, handsome, confidence and kindness in his hazel eyes, Frank's eyes in her face, the Sword of Gryffindor in his hands…I'd love you so much, my son, I'd be so proud of you…she reached a hand, but touched only glass, and turned away.

Twenty years later, the same image flashed to life again, but this time it was the young man before it - scarred and bleeding, exhausted from battle and the burden of too many dead, but recognizably the same. He could see his mother's mouth move, and knew what she said -I love you so much, Neville, I'm so proud of you…he reached a hand, but touched only glass, and turned away.