Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to one J.K. Rowling, who, incidentally, is not me. The people mentioned, however, come from my own little mind.
A/N: I honestly don't know how well this will go over, since it's all originals… but here goes nothing.
The back porch light above her lit a halo on her hair, and caused shadows to fall across her tear-stained face. In front of her stood her husband, his back against the pitch-black night. He clutched their two sleeping children in his arms, as if they would disappear into thin air if he dared loosen his grip. Their whispers were the only things that broke the heavy silence that summer's night.
"You have to go, John!"
"I won't leave you here to deal with this alone!" he shot back fiercely. "Why can't you come with us? Why can't we all escape?" he said, sounding desperate.
"You know they won't ever stop hunting us. And what about Anna and Sarah? They're too young to die." Her tears were flowing faster now.
"They're too young to lose their mother as well," he replied, bitterness seeping into his voice. "This is all because of me. Take the kids and escape; I'll deal with this. I couldn't bear to live without you."
She looked at him incredulously. "And do you think that I could live without you? You are a Muggle, John," she said gently. "You wouldn't last but a second, and then they would come after us. Don't you see this is the only way? I can at least buy you some time to flee."
He could feel his heart break, but he knew deep inside that she was right. He gave a sorrowful glance at the children lying in his arms. They were fast asleep, no idea that tonight was the night their lives would change forever. He would make sure his children lived full and happy lives – even if it cost him his own life. Resolutely, John looked back up at his wife. "Where should I take them?"
"To Sirius'. He's the closest one, and he can help you to Dumbledore." She lovingly stroked the cheeks of her daughters before leaning down and placing a kiss on each of their foreheads. "I love you," she whispered to them. They were so young; would they remember her? Straightening, she brushed away the newest of fallen tears from her eyes.
Her husband gazed upon his wife intently, trying to memorize every detail of her face, the way she sounded, and the way she held herself. With a voice on the edge of a sob John whispered, "I'm sorry. If only you hadn't married me… if only you hadn't married me, they would have never come after you. I am so, so sorry."
She gave a sad smile, bittersweet, and touched her forehead to his. "You have nothing to be sorry for," she whispered back. "If I hadn't married you, I have never been happy, not once! Don't ever be sorry; I could never regret you." She then brought her lips to her husbands and gave him one final kiss, sweeter and more full of love than either had ever had before, or would ever have again.
They broke apart suddenly as a crash from within the house shattered the stillness. They both knew what that sound meant - the Death Eaters had arrived. They were searching for the family, and if any of them were to escape…
The time to part had come. Neither tried to hide their tears now, for what was the point? "Run," she hissed. "And don't look back! Not until you're all safe."
He nodded. "I love you – and once the kids are safe, I will come back for you." Before she had time to reply he pivoted and ran with their children into the darkness.
"I will always love you," she whispered hoarsely as she watched them melt into the night. As she turned towards the door another crash sounded forth from the house, closer this time. It was accompanied with a malevolent voice, which said things she couldn't quite make out. She took one deep breath, opened the white screen door, and strode into meet her doom with her head held high.