Disclaimer: Characters and universe belong to JK Rowling and other such people. I make no money from this, but I do get a lot of enjoyment.

A/N: I don't want to preface this too much, but this is 1/16th of the story. I will be going in alphabetical order. Thank you for reading and please review.

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Snow drifted down from the overcast sky in large, perfect flakes. The light dusting they had received the night before had not been enough to cover the grass. It was now covered in frost instead. The pavement was black and shiny with a covering of melted snow on top of it.

Hannah stared out of the window, ignoring the snow altogether. Her blue eyes searched the sky for something to hint at the chaos she knew was going on just a few miles away. She dropped the lace sheer and moved deeper into the house. If her husband had caught her at the window, there would be no end of lectures for her. What would be the point of being pulled from the front lines if she refused to look after herself?

Well, not just herself. She had someone else to worry about, she thought as she waddled to her favorite rocking chair, placed well away from any windows. Her swelling belly now made it nearly impossible for her to be comfortable anywhere else. Her feet, now just as swollen as her belly, ached with every step she took and were too big for her shoes.

She was carrying the most important weapon the Order had: a child. When McGonagall had turned up at the door of Hannah Abbott and her new husband, Ernie MacMillian, and told them that their child would be the next Chosen One, who would usher an age of understanding to the wizarding world, Hannah cried. She wept uncontrollably for two days. Her first born, her baby, was to suffer the same fate as Harry Potter. Were they to die as well, so that their child would have a better chance, just like the Potters? McGonagall could not say whether this would happen to them, the newly formed couple, but she guaranteed that every measure would be placed to protect them. This did not console the still upset mother.

Ernie, however, saw this as the greatest honor bestowed on any member of the Order. Their son (he was so convinced it was a boy) was going to champion a brand new age of peace and tranquility. He tried to calm his grieving wife with this thought, that their little boy, little Ernie MacMillian Jr., would be just as famous, if not more so, than Harry Potter himself.

Hannah, however, was still unconvinced. She dried her tears and put on a brave, convinced face for Ernie, but she was still unsure. She knew they were far off from the perfect world that Ernie was imagining. There was still a lot of fighting to be done. Their child may put a stop to all Death Eater activity, but Harry Potter had to kill Voldemort first.

And what if he didn't? What if he failed? Their child would be in serious danger. It was surely only a matter of time before Voldemort found out about this new prophecy, the prophecy that would bring an end to his follower's reign of terror in the wizarding world forever. There was no doubt in Hannah's mind that when he found it (it wasn't a matter of if, he would find out), they would be in major trouble.

Hannah looked around at their comfortable little house. It was the perfect picture of a beginning family. The walls were sunny and light. During the summer, the light would flood the rooms and make the whole house sing. Lazy summer mornings spent reading the Prophet in bed wafted into Hannah's mind and she smiled, remembering how sweet Ernie could be, even if he was a pompous ass most of the time.

Her mind drifted to the night he proposed and she laughed just at remembering it. The two had never been the "it" couple like Ginny and Harry. No, they were quietly in the background ever since the Yule Ball in their fifth year. But they had been together through everything and loved each other very much, but in a very understated way.

It had been late in their seventh year at Hogwarts, a year and a half after Hannah's mother had died. She thought ideally that her life was now measured from that point. Ernie had been named the Head Boy. He was so proud, never mind that he wasn't the first choice. Roper hadn't returned for his last year, but Ernie didn't mind. He took his job seriously. Hannah never spent time in his room unaccompanied until that night.

It started as any normal night except that they were alone. "Ernie, are you sure I'm allowed to be here without someone else? I mean, you've always said…" Hannah said before Ernie interrupted.

"Don't worry Hannah, it's almost the end of the year and we both need to study for our N.E.W.T.s and can't be distracted by a chaperone," he chided, tweaking her nose. She giggled and turned back to her notes.

Ernie cleared his throat and pushed a Chocolate Frog box onto Hannah's notes. "A little something to keep you going," he replied in response to her questioning look. As Hannah's pale fingers opened the box, she thought that Ernie was watching her rather closely. And then she knew why. Placed around the little frog's neck was a diamond ring. Hannah gasped and looked at Ernie, who took the box from her hand.

She didn't notice as he took the ring from the frog, who promptly jumped away, and slipped the ring onto her finger. She only had eyes for Ernie, who was now saying, "Will you marry me, Hannah Marie Abbott?"

She squealed and kissed him passionately, screaming yes between tears and kisses. Studying for N.E.W.T.s were now far from both their minds. Even though Hannah knew he had only proposed so soon because of the impending war, it still felt right. It was happening all over the school, these spur of the moment proposals. But Hannah knew that if it hadn't been now, it would have been soon. They were made for each other.

A loud crack punctuated the silence and Hannah jumped from her chair as much as she could. Ernie came out of the kitchen and his young and very pregnant wife relaxed. He smiled and pulled the woman into his arms, kissing the top of her head and touching her huge belly lightly with one hand before snaking it around her waist.

"I love you Hannah," he sighed. She knew it had been a rough day but she didn't ask. She just hugged him back and hoped that by being close to their child would calm him.