Neville smiled, the heaviness in his chest leaving him. The thought that his father may not even like him, may not even want to talk to him had been weighing on him all day. His breathing came freely now, though shaking... it was still too surreal for him. To have both of his parents back, it was more than anyone could wish for.
Smiling at Frank's statement about the last time he had seen Neville, his voice was thick with emotion afterward. "I know the baby duck one-piece, my son wore it as well... Gran saved everything." He tried at a smile and when Frank took his hand, he beamed widely and exhaled a wobbling breath. "I never thought I'd ever get to talk to you... it's bloody wonderful." He laughed a little and wondered about this sudden surge of luck... love. "I want to look into getting your old house back for you... it was sold a few years ago. But in the meantime, well, it's your home - Longbottom House is yours and Mum's. If you don't mind myself and Minerva living there as well."
Absently, Neville wondered if Frank wanted to wait a while before meeting Hannah, Minerva and Frankie. It was a lot to take in that your son was almost twice your age and your grandchildren were almost the same age or older.