River(Fred Weasley)

Prologue:

A shadow was hurrying down the bridge only three streets away from the Potters. It was a woman and she was carrying a small child. She was tall with only her dark eyes looking from under the cloak, searching for a tall shape that was supposed to be waiting here for her. The child was barely two years old and it would usually scream but the woman silenced it with a spell. She couldn't affort to make any noise, Voldemort was coming for the Potters soon and she had to disappear by then.

At the other side of the bridge she stopped and paitently waited in the shadows. Ten minutes passed and the other person finally appeared. It was a young man, running to meet her. He stopped three feet away, without seeing her.

"You're late," She snapped. The man turned, surprised. When he looked at her, dressed up all in black with a child in her hands, he felt admiration. He had always admired her power, her complete superiority.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't get rid of Dumbledore." He wanted to hug her, to stroke her hair one more time but she wasn't giving any signs of warmth. She was here on business and business only and she offered him the child.

"It doesn't matter. Here, take her, if you want her. You know who is coming and we better be gone by then." It hurt him to see how much she hated the small being in her hands. But she wasn't capable of love last couple of years. It was different when he first met her. He took the child and wrapped it into his cloak.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me, she'll be a burden." He ignored her comment.

"What are you going to do?"

"Disappear. You know who won't be happy when he finds our I gave her to you."

"We'll both disappear."

"Take care Charles." She said and disappeared. He was disappointed. He wished for more than just a couple of short words. He wished for more from her.