Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter *sigh
How could he leave?
She walked into the living room to be greeted with the most wonderful sight. There in the armchair by the window sat Fred and their daughter Rose. He was cradling her close and moonlight shone on his perfect features.
"Hey you," he whispered his voice full of love when he saw Hermione approaching "Come to check up on me?" He teased.
"Of course not, how could you think that?" She mock accused as she moved over to her family and snuggled into her husbands arms.
"What you doing up then?" He asked softly.
"Well Rosie didn't wake me up at three this morning so I was worried. Isn't that allowed anymore?"
"Well I would be concerned if you weren't worried." He kissed her forehead as she stroked their daughter's hair. She had a mop of ginger hair but it was obvious she would have Hermione's eyes.
They stayed this way until Rose stirred and the scene changed.
Hermione was running as fast as she could. She couldn't find him. Where was he? He could not leave her.
She rounded a corner and saw eight red heads looking mournfully down. She followed their gaze and fell to the ground. Fred, her Fred lay there motionless. Tears rolled down her eyes and she fell to the floor.
She woke up with a start.
"Mummy?" Rose asked concern on her young features.
"What's wrong Rosie?"
"Hugo's annoying me again," she replied angrily.
"I'll sort him out," Hermione smiled at her daughter and looked to her husband. It had been three years, two months, one week and five days since Hermione had lost him. The man she had fought for. How could he leave her? Ron began to stir, Hermione smiled down at him before leaving to see to their son.
She could never tell him about Fred it would break him and Rose was his girl but to Hermione they would both always belong to Fred.