I slid out of bed soundlessly, my bare feet landing softly on the cold wooden floor. Everything was still, and black. No birds were singing, Isadora wasn't crying, and no light was shining under the door. It was peaceful, yet I felt so anxious, scared and afraid. Why was I doing this to myself? My fiancé, my daughter, my family? Life could be easy, if I just stayed...I shook my head violently. I had to do this, to protect Hermione and Isadora. No matter what the sacrifice would have to be.

I tried to forget about it, and dropped silently to my knees and felt around for my clothes, smirking to myself as I thought of what had happened just a few hours ago. Reaching out blindly I hunted for my shirt, left crumpled on the floor, before then pulling it over my bare chest. Finally I'd found every item of clothing, and slipped them onto my once naked body.

I stood back up, and tip toed over to the bed. Hermione was lying there, her bare tan skin standing out against the clean white sheets. Her hair was spread across the pillow, and her red lips were turned upwards in a small smile. She looked beautiful, and I felt guilty as I brushed a stray strand of hair off her face. How could I do this to her? She thought I'd forgotten about it, forgot I'd been planning on leaving this morning. She'd been so happy last night, smiling, laughing and spending time with Isadora, and then spending some quality time with me.

I sighed deeply, as I took once last look at her, before leaning in and kissing her temple softly. I turned and silently crossed the room. I felt my bare feet brush over something soft, a fine silk. I picked it up gently, and recognised it as Hermione's favourite purple nightgown, abandoned and forgotten after that evening. I held it to my nose, and inhaled the scent. It smelt just like her, like flowers, with a slight dash of peppermint. I held it tightly, and took one quick glance at Hermione, before softly closing the door behind me.

Slowly and lightly I tip toed along the upstairs corridor, past Percy's now empty room, shaking my head sadly as I thought of how he'd turned his back on us, his family. Past the bathroom, memories flooding back. When George and I had blown up the sink and flooded the whole floor, when we'd tried to flush Scabbers down the toilet, but we're caught by mum. I chuckled to myself, as I reached the last room, and pushed open the door slowly.

Ginny's old room, her posters were still stuck to the wall, slightly faded and curling on the edges. Pictures taped to the wardrobe doors, her and Luna, one of her and Neville at the ball and even one small one of just Harry. I rolled my eyes at just how obsessed she was with him, it was actually quite freaky. In the middle of the room, in the only clear space was a beautiful oak crib. The corner of a pink patchwork quilt was poking out from between the dark wooden bars. I silently crept closer, avoiding various baby toys and teenage magazines that littered the floor. I picked up the white baby monitor that was sat on top of a large stack of Ginny's old school books, and flicked it off.

I then replaced the small device, and peered over the crib. My small, beautiful baby girl lay asleep inside. Her small pink hand clutching at her favourite cuddly toy, a shocking pink Swedish Short Snout dragon. George had given it to her, I think he thought the earlier he started making a big fuss of her, the more likely it would be he'd be her favourite uncle. I hoped he look after her until I got back, if I ever came back that was. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out a slightly scrawled hand written letter, and began to read it silently to myself, for the millionth time. Reading it helped it seem more realistic, helped me come to terms with it.

Dear Hermione,

I'm so sorry. Really, I am. I hate to do this to you, it's breaking my heart. But, please understand I have to leave. I need to help, I need to fight. So, you and Isadora can have safer lives. So, we can bring You-Know-Who to his downfall. I wish I didn't have to go. I know I promised you, so much. A wedding, a home of our own, a great life. But, it will have to wait.

Don't lose faith in me, baby. I am coming back. I will fight, so hard. So, I can return to you. I don't know when, but trust me. I'll never give up on you.

Don't forget me. I understand if you hate me after this. I understand if you want to run off and marry someone else. Heck! I even understand if you fall into the comforting arms of Draco Malfoy.

But, remember, I will always love you.

Fred.

I sighed quietly, one last time. Then, folded the letter in half, and placed it on Isadora's bedside table.

Then I finally, left the room, and amazingly creeped silently down the normally creaky stair case. When I reached the bottom, I grabbed my coat from the hook by the front door. I fished my rusty key out of my pocket, and shoved it roughly into the keyhole. The door was stuck to the frame again, and I rammed into it with my shoulder. It suddenly gave way, and I fell through the hole. Straightening out my shirt, I gently closed the door behind me, and began to walk slowly along the dark street.

After I'd walked a few steps, a huge three story bus skidded to a halt in front of me.

'Fred Weasley?' A young cockney lad asked, sticking his head out of the bus door.

I nodded.

'I'll take your bags.' He said cheerfully, throwing my small case onto the nearly empty bus. He clambered on behind the bag. I turned one final time, looking back at my house. Then I climbed onto the bus, a single tear running down my pale freckled face.