Told ya I'd be putting something up soon! And here it is: A OneShot about Dean's Father. Some of you may not know this, but J.K. had planned a whole back story on Dean when she was planning to make him a more prominent character in the series. Dean and his mother think that his father had walked out on them. The truth was, Dean's father was a wizard who was being sought after by Death Eaters. He decided to leave his family to keep them safe, though they never knew that.

Disclaimer: If I owned HP, Dean would have a bigger role in the series. Since he doesn't, J.K. does.

It was a half hour past midnight now. I had to go. I had always known this was going to be hard, but did it have to feel so painfully impossible?

Fully dressed in my robe and cloak, I brushed my fingers against Miranda's cheeks as she slept. She was gorgeous in her sleep. Peaceful. Radiant. How much would that change once she realized I was gone?

I took out my wand and whispered a False Memory Charm as the tip touched her temple. My original plan was to make her hate me. Plant ideas onto her head that I was a terrible husband and father and that she'd never want to see me again.

But I couldn't go that. I knew it was selfish and it wouldn't make their lives any easier, but I couldn't. Instead, I rid her memory of my name and replaced it. I'll let her think we named Dean after me. If any Death Eaters came, they'd know she knew nothing. The only things that would show I had been any part of their lives were a few family photos and my son.

I kissed Miranda's temple one last time and told my wife I loved her, one last time. Still gazing at her, I heard the beginning gurgles of a cry erupting from Dean's crib.

Quickly, I hastened over to my son and swept him up into my arms. I bounced him rhythmically the way he liked it until his little voice returned to a soft coo. For a moment, his eyes swept over me and I felt like I was going to breakdown right then and there.

Dean's big brown eyes were staring right through me. Like he knew he would never see me again and wanted to memorize my face for the last time. Soon, tiredness claimed his fragile form and Dean was asleep with a soft sigh.

Tears were brimming in my eyes now, but I chose to smile instead. He would grow up to be a handsome young wizard. Maybe even end up in Ravenclaw like his old man. I really didn't care right then. I just wanted him to grow up happy. I wanted him to know that I loved him and that I loved his mother and that they were worth the world to me. That was the only reason I was leaving. To protect would be the only reason I would ever leave their side. As luck would have it, Dean would never know that.

I closed my eyes and soaked in the smell of his hair and skin. It felt too good to ever willingly let go. Knowing it was for the last time, I returned him to his bassinet. I could have watched my Dean sleep forever. I could do this until the sun rose and then I could act like nothing was wrong and just be selfish again. I wished.

Acknowledging the fact that I could delay no longer; I strode towards the door and took one last look at the family I was leaving behind. I prayed that the charms and barriers I'd placed around the house would keep them safe and that they'd find it in their hearts to forgive me one day.

With a slight 'pop' sound, I disappeared from their lives eternally.

Magic was such a cruel thing.