So I'm faced with one big dilemma right now. I sort of want Fred alive in this story, but I'm just not sure whether I should. What do you think? Should I just ignore the fact that he supposedly died in the battle?

Oh, and yes, the story will centre on Harry, Hermione, Ron, etc. No worries!


He could hear their chatter inside. He had been waiting for this moment, had been waiting for it for so long. "Patience" he murmured to himself. He would not let himself ruin this moment. After all, he had not waited for so long for nothing!

Yet another car was parked in the road, and a small family (the parents and two little girls) got out of the car, laughing. They quickly made their way over to the house, knocking, and joining the party inside. They did not notice the tall, lean man, hiding behind an oak tree in the garden.

He knew that he didn't have to wait much longer. Patience, patience. He had planned this out perfectly, everything would work out just the way he wanted it too. He clutched his wand and smiled grimly. Then he suddenly pressed his wand against the bark and burnt something into the wood: "Mary, I hate you!"

Mary was inside, watching the crowd. She looked at her husband, Michael and smiled. It was their 10th anniversary! They were a happy couple, they had gone to primary school together and already been friends there. Then their ways had separated, he had gone on to the local high school whilst she had received a certain letter and had found herself at platform 9 ¾ soon afterwards. They had met again, just after they had both finished school, in a pub in London. First it had been only old friends chatting, but they had soon agreed to meet again, and friendship had turned into love not long afterwards. She had told him that she was a witch, frightened at first of what his reactions might be, but he had taken it considerably well. After all, she had given up living in the wizarding society for him, but she hadn't really minded. She was not the most gifted of witches anyway and she still had kept some of her friends from Hogwarts. She could clearly remember the day when he had proposed to her, it had been one of the happiest days of her life.

Now. Everyone should be at the party by now, well, and if someone wasn't, they would just be unlucky and miss the show. A pity, really. He chuckled. Then he left his hiding place.

Mary listened carefully as their son, Paul, was reciting a poem for their anniversary, which Aunt Anne (Michael's sister) had probably taught him. Her eyes were glittering with tears and as soon as he was finished she walked over to him, wrapping her arms around her: "I'm so proud of you" she whispered into his ears. Paul beamed: "Can I have a piece of cake now?" he exclaimed loudly. Mary just laughed and dropped her arms. "Of course you can, mate" Michael said, picking him up and twirling him through the air. Paul cheered delightedly. "See, Mum, I can fly" Mary was about to reply when she saw something in the window and quickly turned around, but there was nothing there. She must have erred, probably it had just been a reflection in the window.

How much he hated her. She had destroyed him, not even acknowledging the fact that she had. He remembered when he had first seen her, she had been standing there, her long, blond hear falling down her back, framing her beautiful face. It had been the first day at Hogwarts for both of them. He had first got a look at her when they had been waiting to be divided up by the Sorting Hat. He had been one of the first ones to put it on, and he had been chosen for the House of Ravenclaw. How much he had wished her to become a Ravenclaw as well, but she hadn't, instead she had become a Hufflepuff.

He had tried to talk to her a few days after, but she had all but ignored him. He had given up soon afterwards, after all he had only been 11 then. He hadn't really wasted much time thinking about her 'til sixth year. By then, he'd been well known as a womanizer and one rainy day he had bet with his friends that there was not one girl that could resist him, they had chosen Mary as the one to try it on. He had tried everything to get her attention, but she never really seemed to notice him, never thanked him for opening doors for her, for picking up things she had dropped. Normally, he would have been sensible enough to give up after a while, but he just couldn't give up on her. He kept on trying to charm her and found himself falling in love with her. His friend had teased him at first, then told him to just forget about her, that she hadn't been worth it. They had told him that he was getting obsessed, but he hadn't cared, hadn't even noticed that the boy who used to be one of the most popular ones of his year had started to lose more and more of his friends, becoming a loner.

Then, when he had finally told her what he had felt for her, she had just laughed at him and not taken him serious at all. Instead she had chosen that stupid muggle, had given up her whole life as a witch for him. How could she? How could she knowing that he would have always been there for her? Knowing that he loved her, that he would have done anything to make her happy?

Well, more than 10 years had passed. The obsession hadn't passed, but love had turned into self-pity, rage and thoughts of revenge. Today was his day. How much she would regret having refused him after all. He slammed the front door open.

Mary looked up, wondering who the hell was making so much noise. Then she saw someone standing there, pointing a wand at them. Suddenly it dawned on her and she gasped: "Peter, what are you doing here?"

He noticed how she just stared at him blankly, not recognizing him. Ha, she would soon enough. And she did. He cleared his throat. It was time to make his speech, the last thing she would ever hear.

She stared at him, shocked. In school, she had always made fun of him. Sure he had been very popular, but he'd just been such a jackass, totally cocky and big-headed. When he had told her that he loved her, at the end of 7th year she had just laughed at him and guessed that it was the outcome of some stupid bet. She had never thought that he could have been serious, it was only afterwards that friends told her that they thought he actual had feelings for her. By then, it was too late, she was a bit sorry that she might have hurt his feeling, but to be honest, she had never really thought about it for too long.

He saw how Michael was stepping to her side. The bloody muggle. Probably he should kill him first. After all, he had been the one for whom she'd given up her life as a witch, and he was probably the one who meant most to her. He wanted to hurt her so badly, wanted her to feel how he had, wanted her to know how much she had hurt him.

She panicked. Nobody in here knew about her being a witch, nobody even knew that such things as wizards existed. Nobody that is except Michael. He looked concerned, she had told him enough for him to know that they were in deadly danger. She felt how he wrapped his arm protectively around her and at once she felt somewhat safer. If only this could somehow end well…

He could hear some laughter around him which made him even more furious. Oh, they didn't know what danger they were in, but they would soon enough find out. Who did they think he was? He wanted to demonstrate his power by destroying something around him, and decided to take the clock hanging on the wall opposite. Yes, that was perfect, something to get himself into the mood. He lifted his wand, when suddenly someone dragged his arm.

She hadn't noticed that Paul had darted towards Peter, oblivious to the danger he was in. She wanted to scream out loud, but was petrified and tongue-tied of fear.

He looked down and saw a little boy of three to four years dragging his arm. "Are you a magician?" the little boy asked him. "No, I mean, yes, I mean, I'm a wizard, yes" he stuttered, totally perplexed. The boys eyes glittered with delight. "Show me something," he said. "For example, could you turn Daddy into a dog?" People started laughing, they thought this was some kind of joke.

Peter took in Mary's frightened look and realized that this was her son in front of her, and the bloody muggle was his father. "Time for a change of plan" he thought. "I wonder how she'll react if I kill her little boy in front of her!"

Mary was paralyzed. She wanted to get her little boy away from him, wanted to protect him, but she was too shocked to move. Oh god, why had she never taken him serious?

He smiled grimly and asked the boy: "So, kiddo, what's your name?" – "Paul," the boy provided. Peter pointed his wand at him. "Mind if I try something out on you?"- "Oh, yes, do, do!" Paul shouted excitedly, his eyes glittering with excitement. His blue, very deep eyes, the same eyes as his mother's. The eyes he had fallen in love with.

"Get over there" he suddenly shouted at Paul, pushing him towards his mother. He just knew one thing; he did not have it in him to hurt these innocent looking eyes.

He started pointing his wand at different people in the crowd, until it finally pointed towards Mary, Michael and Paul. He had heard that this was good for dramatic effects. "You know why I am here, don't you?" he asked Mary. She didn't answer. "You bloody well know, you stupid witch!" he shouted.

Paul was suddenly frightened, now clinging to his mother's legs. "You are not going to hurt them, are you?" he asked him. Some people still giggled, but most of them looked rather bemused.

He knew none of them would believe him until they had proof. So he better got started. He pointed his wand at Michael, but looked at Mary: "You know, you deserve this. You destroyed my life, now I'm going to destroy yours by killing the people dearest to you!"

Some of the people around looked frightened now, but most still just looked disbelieving. Oh, they would learn to fear him soon enough! "Avada Kedavra" he said, putting all his anger and hatred into it.

"No," she was screaming inside. "No! This just can't be happening!" She turned around to look at her husband.

He was about to snort deridingly when he realized that something was wrong. Why was Michael still standing? Why wasn't he lying at the ground, dead, but instead was unaffected? The spell hadn't worked. Now it was his turn to look disbelieving, to look at the man facing him, who was supposed to be dead. He just stared at them, dropping his hand, now being the one paralyzed.

Suddenly someone knocked him over and twisted his hand so that he dropped his wand. He was still too shocked to react in any way. "Call the police, now" he heard someone shouting.


She closed the door, wrecked. She hadn't had any time yet to think about what had happened today. The police had arrived, not long after and they had taken Peter to a mental institution. They'd asked her whether she wanted to press charges against him but had advised her not to, 'after all, he only pointed at you with some toy thingy'.

She'd explained to her friends that he was a guy whom she had rejected in high school, which basically was the truth. But no, she hadn't realized back then that he was 'mentally diseased', a bit weird, yes, that's why she never got involved with him in anything.

She picked up the wand he had dropped; nobody had bothered to pick it up. She should better hide it somewhere safe. But what the hell had happened tonight?

Michael was walking into the room, he had just brought Paul to bed. He looked at her, concerned. She sighed, she knew that he had questions and she also knew that she would have to answer them. He deserved to know, well, to know as much as she could tell him. What had really happened tonight? Why hadn't the spell worked? Michael walked over to her, putting his arms around her tightly. She nestled up against him, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. After all, he should have been dead now. She shuddered.


So, that was the epilogue. And no, the story is not going to focus on Mary and the whole lot of them, but Harry, Hermione, etc. But it still carries some significance, you'll see=)

Please don't forget to review (reviews just make my day! and I'm not looking for praise her, I also love constructive criticism) and tell me: Fred or no Fred, that is the question;)