Alice rested her head against the soft pillow but she didn't feel rested at all. She wondered if she would ever feel rested again. Not now. Not after what she just heard. In front of their queen-sized bed, Frank paced relentlessly, occasionally exhaling sharply and running a hand through his hair. But Alice was drawn to what was in front of her, on the bed snuggled up against her, snoozing peacefully. Neville. Her Neville. Their baby boy. Alice felt the lump in her throat thicken and force tears out of her eyes.

You would cry too if you knew your baby was targeted to be killed.

"We have to go into hiding Alice." Frank said finally, his voice ringing out sharply in the palpable silence. "It isn't a question, we have to hide."

Alice said nothing but stroked Neville's soft arm gently.

"What's true is true, Neville won't have…a normal childhood…but…but we have to do this, Alice. For him. To keep him safe." Frank's voice softened as he took in the sight of his beloved wife and child, approaching the side of the bed and kneeling next to it.

"It might not be us…" choked out Alice in a whisper.

"It might not…but it could be…and that's enough to get us worried." Frank said, reaching out and stroking his son's light brown hair. It was so soft…his son was so small…he felt tears sting his eyes at the thought of anyone, anyone hurting him. Tears and bubbling rage.

Alice nodded against the pillow and swallowed down more tears though many others leaked down her cheeks anyways. She held her sleeping son close to her chest. "I'm scared, Frank" she muttered, looking up at her husband with desperate, watery eyes. "I'm so scared. This is worse than any…any auror mission I've ever…"

"I know…" Frank cut her off softly, climbing on the bed himself and pulling his family close. He let his wife cry silently into his shoulder, taking care not to crush the small boy between them.

"Frank…" Alice whispered so quietly that Frank almost had to strain to hear her, despite their close proximity.

"Yeah?" he whispered back…

Alice pulled back a little to look him in the eyes again.

"I know this is going to sound….awful, horrible of me but…but I can't…I can't help but…"

Frank pressed a small kiss to her forehead. "You can't what, love? You can tell me anything you know that."

A mixture of shame, disgust and a bit of hope swam on Alice's face as she buried her head in her husband's shoulder again.

"I hope it's Harry…"

A/N: This is really really short, I know but I was oddly proud of it.