"Emmeline, please," Hestia insisted as they walked through the corridors, it was getting late, and already the various workers had started to leave. Hestia knew that slowly but surely the Ministry was being infiltrated, rumours were rife currently, and she had no wish to be caught out. "Let's go."

"I'm coming," Emmeline replied, getting up form her desk, and tying a cloak around her neck, she moved out of the office towards Hestia who had called her. Together they walked along towards the entrance, ready to floo out of the building, Emmeline noticed Rookwood walking their way. She smiled politely, tilting her head his way. "Good evening."

"Vance, Jones, how delightful to see you," his voice slithered across to them, both women paused in their tracks, neither had wanted to stop and talk too Rookwood, he was high up in the department of mysteries, and even higher up in Lord Voldemorts ranks. "Leaving late are you not?"

"Very," Emmeline replied with ease. "We better head off."

Her hand was on her wand, prepared. It wasn't that he looked particularly intimidating at that time, he didn't, but there was something… A gut feeling, the hairs on the back of her neck were standing up. She nudged Hestia forward, giving one last smile over her shoulder, before she heard the muttering and a whooshing noise, she ducked, hearing Hestia scream, the walls around them splintering. They ran towards the fireplaces, reaching desperately for their escape, blindly Emmeline sent a curse over her shoulder, barely managing to leap into the flame before another shock of light. The last thing she saw was Hestias body hit the floor, eyes open, completely lifeless.

Emmeline landed heavily on the floor of a room she recognised, but it was not the one she had intended, she looked around, seeing two familiar faces. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, blurring her vision but there was an unmistakable shock of red hair.

"Arthur?"

"No, Charlie," Emmeline swiped at her eyes, and looked away, Charlie Weasley was sat on the sofa topless, beside him, in her bra and jeans was Tonks. "Emmeline, what happened?"

"Rookwood… He got Hestia. She's dead."

"Shush, come on Teddy," Tonks held the baby close to her chest as she sat in the kitchen of Grimmauld place; it was hard to place how she was feeling at that moment. Had it been any other situation and Emmeline had burst in on her the embarrassment would have been too much, but there was more to it, Hestia had been a friendly middle aged woman, not too unlike Molly, she was always fussing over Teddy when he was around. She smiled and laughed, she lived, and then…

The door behind her opened and Tonks looked to see Severus moving into the room, he barely acknowledged her before moving towards where Emmeline was sat, he stood near her, inspected her to ensure she was perfectly fine. Her dark blue eyes looked up and met his own black eyes, she smiled faintly, there was no glitter in her smile however. She was saddened so much by the loss of her friend.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, it seemed a pathetic thing to say given the circumstances, however, what else can be said? He looked away.

"Thank you Severus," Emmeline murmured, her hand reached out and gripped his hand, her skin was pale like his, he looked down at their hands.

Tonks moved out of the room, leaving the two to their moment. She carried Teddy, almost walking into someone on the other side of the door. She looked up and smiled at Charlie who was standing before her.

"Hey, how are you? I know you liked Hestia?" Charlie asked, he took Teddy from Tonks' arms and held him carefully. The tears suddenly struck Tonks with a force so hard she was breathless, she wiped them away, thankful that Charlie had taken teddy from her, though he pulled her in with one arm, holding her comfortingly. It was a nice feeling.

"Better then Emmeline," Tonks replied quietly, Charlie nodded his head, resting his chin atop her head. "Hestia didn't deserve to die."

"I don't think anyone does."

"No, they don't… Remus didn't deserve it, Deaulus, or Hestia, none of them did," Tonks said more forcibly, tears filling her brown eyes. She looked up into Charlie's eyes. "I don't know how anyone could do this to people, steal friends, partners, fathers from people."

Charlie sighed, Pulling Tonks into another hug, he closed his eyes and thought of his family, his mum and dad, brothers and sister. If he'd lost any of them it would be soul destroying, and then he thought of Tonks and Teddy… He couldn't imagine loosing either of them, he wasn't sure how Remus would take it, if he realised how protective Charlie was of Teddy… Hopefully no ill will there.

"That's why we are fighting against it, that's why we do what we do, because if we didn't it would be much worse."

"I love you, so very much," A mans voice spoke in the darkness, he smiled, leaning his head forward and kissing the tip of a womans nose. They were curled around each other on the bed, his arms holding her protectively.

The man was handsome, he was tall, with think arms and broad shoulders, his skin was pale with freckles, his hair a shade of ginger that few could pull of, but he did. His eyes was sparkling blue, his face full of angles and lines that any model would envy, thought with a scar running through his left eyebrow breaking it.

The woman in his arms was stunning, she was tall and thin, her skin glowed in a way that Aimee had only ever seen in a mirror. Her dark hair hung in soft waves around her face as she smiled, her eyes closed over sapphire eyes. She was wearing a beautiful smile on her face as she accepted the kiss with a small giggle.

"I love you too," She said, her voice like a choir of angels all singing in beautiful harmony. "Fabian, you make me so happy."

"Good, and one day we'll be able to make this baby happy," he told her, his voice full of adoration, he did not see however the look that passed over her features. The look of terror, just flitter across her eyes as she knew the truth. She had seen the truth. "Have you told Lily yet? She'll be overjoyed, a playmate for Harry."

"No, not yet."

The man nodded and sighed, enjoying the warmth of his beautiful, pregnant girlfriend in his arms.

"Marry me?" he asked it impulsively, he blurted it out before he had prepared himself for the question he was asking, he had asked his girlfriend to marry him, as if he were asking what she wanted to drink. He heard her laugh.

"YES!"

He looked down at her face, her eyes were wide and bright, her skin practically glowing, she looked beautiful, stunning – she took his breath away.

"Yes Fabian Prewett I will marry you."

He laughed, pulling her face in his hand to his, kissing her deeply, feeling her fall back on the bed, and smiling as he kissed her.

"You'll be Mrs Prewett, Dorcas Prewett, can you handle that?"

"Of course I can, I love you, so so very much, we're having a baby together, we're getting married!"

"FABIAN!" Her voice called into the house, she looked around the small little house, it was nothing much, but it was home, currently however it was dark, not how she would usually expect to find it. "You are meant to come ring shopping with me!"

Only two days ago had they agreed to get married, she'd only just found out she was pregnant, it was a bit shot gun, but it was what she wanted, to do this as quick as possible, to stop anything getting in the way.

"Fabian?" She moved into the kitchen, dumping her bag on one of the surfaces, she flicked the kettle on and looked around, almost screaming when she saw a small silver fox standing behind her, it looked at her then up at the ceiling.

"Run."

Dorcas felt the freezing terror of realisation, she tore herself form the kitchen, wand in hand, though she would not need it, and raced up the creaky stairs, she stepped over the bodies that lay on the floor, cloaked in black. She didn't pause by any of them, instead moving into the main bedroom, inside she found the room turned over, she stepped forward, glass crunching underneath her foot, she looked down, a picture of her and Lily from Hogwarts laughing. Ragged breathing sided form the other side of the bed and Dorcas peered over to see to her absolute horror her fiancé lying there, bleeding out into their cream carpet, his shirt practically ripped from his body. There was a large wound across his chest, tears rolled down her cheeks as he opened his eyes to her, he opened his mouth.

"Shhhh," She gasped out, trying to hold back sobs. "I'll look after you baby."

She held her wand and watched it shake in her grasp.

"I-I love… I love you…" His voice was ragged, tired, she looked at him and nodded. "Now go, Lily will need you…"

"I love you," Dorcas cried, unable any longer to stop the tears form falling form her eyes. "Fabian, I love you."

"Weasley, Dorcas, if I everything falls like you say it will… Our baby will be loved so much by my sister… She'll love our baby as her own. Ok, I love you."

And then silence.