AN: The pregnancy stuff will come later because I must do some research. And school stars soon. Honestly, I never knew that people will be wanting to read about that when I first started writing this.

Interesting. Here is short thing post-pregnancy, then. Sorry, it's also sad-isj.

The last line Halley said is from DH Part II.

Disclaime: Last time I checked I am an American brunette. Nice try, but I know that I'm not JK Rowling

Title: All Hallow's Eve

Word Count: 681

'Tis the night - the night

Of the grave's delight,

And the warlocks are at their play;

Ye think that without

The wild winds shout,

But no, it is they - it is they.

~Arthur Cleveland Coxe

It was the lack of something that woke Gabriel up. He tossed to one side and felt the other half of the bed to find where Halley should be. Oddly in the late hours of the night, she wasn't catching up on a rare moment of sleep. James had the habit of crying at a time like this, and Halley—the big marshmallow—would always be the first to respond.

I'll take over for her, he thought as he got out of bed and picked his robe up from the floor. She needs the sleep more than I do. But when he came to the nursery, Gabriel didn't see Halley comforting a whimpering James. I'm fact, what he saw Halley holding James tightly, rocking back and forth in the rocking chair. She was staring intently at the window, whispering words mostly to herself.

Halley looked like a mess. Her dark hair was in shambles, glasses gone, and her eyes ringed with shadows. She was pale, afraid of something. He didn't know why or how she was being like this.

Gabriel stepped a foot over the threshold, and her head whipped to him, one hand already at her wand. Her bloodshot eyes widened and she moved her hand away from blasting him. "What are you doing up?" she asked in a hoarse whisper.

"I was…" The realisation came like a Stunning Spell, and Gabriel felt like a horrible husband. "Merlin's Saggy…It's Halloween."

Halley nodded grimly.

He inwardly swore at his own stupidity, and moved closer to his wife and child. James was only a month old and his was peacefully sleeping for a change. A line of drool left his mouth and he made little snores. His dark red hair was almost as bad as his mother's. It was so hard to imagine Halley being like that on that Halloween night, not knowing that her life would change forever with just one spell.

Gabriel knelt down on a knee and rubbed small circles on Halley's back, trying to sooth her. "Nothing is going to happen, love. You know that. There's no prophecy, no Dark Lords, James has a happy future in front of him."

She leaned against his chest, and looked at their son with a soft, unreadable expression. "I don't want anything to happen. I only want to make sure…" her eyes flickered back to the window, watching for any sign of evil that threatened to enter their home.

He brushed some of her fringe back and almost couldn't see the lighting bolt scar. He moved his hand to James and did the same. The skin was blissfully clear. Halley watched him with silent eyes.

"Do you want me to stay?"

Halley nodded. She stood up and held her wand out. The rocking chair shivered and expanded into a small couch. Gabriel stood up, winced at the popping sounds his back made, and then folded into the comfy furniture. Halley curled up next to him, and James began to mewl. Gabriel encircled his arms around the people that he loved the most and held them close.

"James, you are so loved," Halley whispered to the baby. She kissed his forehead. "Mama loves you. Dada loves you."

When morning came, James forehead was still free from scars.