Prologue

Dean made his solitary way along the track leading to the village. The full moon shone bright in the inky sky, casting spooky magical shadows over all path. Magical. The word echoed in Dean Thomas' brain. Eva deserved to know who - what - she was engaged to. He could see the lights of Peterchurch up ahead, and gathering his Gryffindor courage in both hands, he quickened his pace and forged on down the path. He would tell her tonight. Dean only hoped his courage would last.

Eva nervously checked her reflection in the mirror once more. Finally satisfied, she swung round and announced: "I look quite delicious if I do say so myself!" She struck a pose, hand on hip. Kat looked at her sister's petite blonde form and gave a bright, reassuring smile. "He'll eat his heart out, hon." She told her honestly.

The bell chimed. "That's him!" Eva looked flustered. "Kat, honey, vamoose! Go to the shops or something!"

Kat laughed. "At 10 O'clock at night? This is only a tiny village Eva." Eva shot her sister a look. Still laughing, Kat headed for the back door. "Good luck!" She called over her shoulder. It wasn't really necessary, as her sister had the perfect relationship. But it was what they had always done. Smoothing down her top, Eva skipped into the hall to open the door.

Ticktock Ticktock. The clock sounded painfully loud in Dean's ears. It was two minutes, and counting, since Dean had had explained - and proved - to her what he was. Two minutes of silence. It was killing him to watch her just sit there- but he didn't dare to speak. He hardly dared to breathe. Ticktock Ticktock. The back of Dean's throat was dry, and the blood pounded in his ears. He decided he had never sat through a more excruciating silence.

Then Eva looked up, and her hollow, hurt expression wrenched Dean's heart. "You lied to me." She said softly. "Why couldn't you trust me?"

Dean studied the carpet. "You don't understand. There were things I had to take into consideration-" It was possibly the worst thing he could have said. Eva's head shot up, and her eyes flashed angrily. "What, you couldn't tell the dumb muggle all about your secret little world?" Her voice was hard and aggressive, and it chilled Dean's blood to hear it. "No-" She cut off his interruption. "I need you to get out. I have to seriously consider - this."

"Babe, please-"

"Don't call me that! You have to go, you have to go-" Her eyes looked close to spilling over, and Dean took a concerned step forward. "Please, I have to tell you-" Eva turned and fled from the room.

"That I love you." He finished miserably.

Later that evening. Dean Thomas could be seen at the Leaky Cauldron pub, drowning his sorrows in a pint or five, while a woman sobbed herself to sleep in the village of Peterchurch.

At that point, neither of them knew about the baby.

A/n: First, thanks to anybody who took time out to read this. It will get happier!

Second, review!

Constructive criticism will be rewarded with hugs and ice cream, flames will be chucked in the bin, and so I warn you!