Definitely not deja vu.

Prologue.

It had been a dark night on the night they'd arrived at the burrow. Harry could remember how they'd struggled though the rain on that dark night, how Ron had wrapped his arms around Hermione as they walked and how Hermione had kept her cloak wrapped around the bundle in her arms. That had been the reason they were going to the burrow in the first place.

The burrow had been, in their eyes, safe. Of course, as Harry realised now, that was a misconception. In those days nowhere was truly safe, and the burrow was probably more of a target than most other places, but it was hard to forget all those summers when the burrow had seemed like the safest place in the world. It had been Ron's idea, of course, to go to the burrow but none of them had rejected it.

Harry could remember the look on Molly Weasly's face when they had turned up on the doorstep. A mixture of relief and concern. He'd expected her to be angry with them but she hadn't shouted. Instead she had ushered them inside and wrapped them in one of her bone crushing hugs before holding them at arms length and checking them over.

He remembered seeing Ginny standing in the doorway wearing the same expression on her face as Molly. He smiled at her and she wordlessly wrapped him in yet another powerful hug. He could remember looking over her shoulder to see Ron grinning at him, his arm still wrapped around Hermione, and thinking that they definitely made the right decision in returning to the burrow.

But reunions had not been the real reason they had returned. The real reason had been the sleeping bundle in Hermione's arms. Harry remembered the shock written all over Molly's face when Ron told her about his daughter and how Ron and Hermione's smiles had faltered as looks of uncertainty had crossed their faces. But when he looked again Molly had quickly rearranged her face into a smile and looked quite content when Hermione handed her the baby.

It was then that they had asked the question that Harry could see neither of them really wanted to ask, but that was necessary in order to keep their daughter safe. Molly had looked up at them in surprise; clearly she had thought that they'd be back for good. She was mistaken. There was still at least one more battle to go. The hardest battle of all. Molly nodded her head and made them the promise they needed.

But it was the end of that night that was most engraved on Harry's memory. The moment when they had to leave. He could remember quite clearly how Hermione had cried and even how Ron had shed a few tears but what he remembered most was the look in Hermione's eyes. She had smiled at Molly as she spoke a quiet thank you but it was a sad smile. He could see in her eyes that she didn't think she'd be returning.

There had been so much uncertainty surrounding their departure. Would the burrow stay safe? Would they win the battle? But to Harry they real question was would they return alive? He had sincerely hoped they would. He could even see a future where the three of them returned unscathed, with Voldemort nothing more than a nightmare from the past. But had known in his heart that that was just a dream. He just hadn't been prepared for what had really happened.

When Hermione's fear had finally been realised.

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A/N :-

The title may not match the story, but until I discover a better one it will have to do. There is reasoning behind it though as parts of this story may seem vaguely familiar but I assured you they're not!