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Written for the second lot of 50 words for Werewolf One's theme challenge, the theme for this set of prompts is that they're all Prologues for Harry Potter fics.

Prompt 63 – Night

Arthur Weasley groaned as he looked up at his bedroom ceiling, it seemed that tomorrow he would have to do it, he would have to take action. Closing his eyes he listened to the different sounds that his house made allowing him to know his family was safe and sound for another night.

Weirdly enough it seemed that night was the safest time for his family. Nervously he turned his head to find his wife fast asleep with a small smile on her face. This made Arthur's heart melt, it was as if they had gone back in time to the night before Ron's first day at Hogwarts, the lines that marked his wife's face was gone, the atmosphere seemed so light and peaceful compared to what it was when his wife was awake.

With a deep sigh Arthur looked down to his left hand wrist where a strong metal chain linked him to the bed. It seemed that with the death of his wife's last living family member was enough to push her over the edge, she had gone the same way as Bellatrix Lestrange went. Insane.

The last two years had been hell; no one came looking for them anymore thanks to the stories Molly had feed them. It hadn't been so bad for the first three months as Molly had left the children alone but when the Dursley's and Grangers had died in muggle accidents during the fourth month Molly pulled the all of the children into the web of insanity.

Now his only thoughts where to protect his children, he had secretly blood adopted Harry and Hermione, they where now Weasley's. He had to protect them; he couldn't let Molly's plans come to pass tomorrow.

With a heavy sigh Arthur turned his head and looked out of the bedroom window and up to the moon. Tonight he would do it, he'd set them free, he'd make sure they'd get out of here. This was the night, the night everything he had been planning for these past two years.

With a fire in his eyes Arthur slowly sat up, tonight was the night he was freeing his family and getting them away from this insane woman. With one last look at his wife Arthur then made the decision, his wife was dead; she had died two years ago. This woman that had taken her place….she might look like Molly Weasley but in Arthur's eyes his wife was now dead.

To Be Continued...