Harry, Hermione, and Ron have broken into Gringotts. Everyone is going crazy. Fred and I are at the Burrow.

Everyone is running around, most likely to keep their minds off of the battle that's sure to be coming soon.

Fred is acting strangely calm. He's sitting right beside me, holding my hand so tightly his knuckles are turning white.

I'm resting my head on his shoulder. What if we die? What if Fred dies? What will I do if he dies? He's my best friend. I can't lose him.

What if George dies? Fred can't lose his twin. I can't lose my other best friend.

What if Betty or Sammy die? I couldn't imagine losing either of them. They're my sisters, the girls that have been there with me through everything.

Molly is going around and hugging everyone, whispering things in their ear. It's quite scary, how pale she is and the fear she's trying to hide in her eyes.

Betty and George are actually here. Betty is sitting on my other side and holding the hand that Fred isn't. She's quiet, looking down at he engagement ring on her finger.

Betty leaned over. "I have something to tell you," she whispered in my ear.

I looked over at her and nodded.

"Not here," she whispered.

I nodded and looked over at Fred. "Fred, love, can you let go of my hand? Betty needs to tell me something and she doesn't want to do it here."

"Okay," he said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. He slowly let go of my hand, as if it was the last thing keeping him sane.

Betty stood up and pulled me up with her. She led me to Fred and George's old room.

"I'm pregnant," she blurted.

I gasped. She can't be very far along, there's no bump. Maybe by the time the baby gets here the war will be over. "Congratulations!"

She nervously smiled. "It's sort of why we went into hiding. I've been concealing the bump with a charm."

"Why are you telling me now?" I asked, suddenly getting scared. Is this going to be like the last time she and George surprised us with something?

"George and I have been thinking. We want you and Fred to be the godparents. George is taking to Fred now."

I was stunned into silence. I simply stood there for a moment, unable to say anything. Again, Betty and George don't expect to live through this.

Finally, Betty spoke, "So, what do you say?"

I forced a grin. If she's intent on doing this, I have to agree. "Of course I'll be the godmother!"

Betty grinned from ear to ear and hugged me tightly. "Thank you," she repeatedly told me, hugging me as if for the last time. What if this is the last time? What if one of us doesn't make it back?

I chuckled, forcing my thoughts away. I can't afford to think like that. "So... when are you due? Do you know if it's a boy or a girl? Do you have any names picked out?"

Now it was Betty's turn to laugh. "I'm due anytime this month. We don't know the gender. We have names picked out for a boy and a girl."

"What names do you have picked out?"

"Christina or Callie for a girl. Chris or Charles for a boy."

"Which ones are your favorite?"

"Callie and Charles. George likes Christina and Chris," she said as she rolled her eyes at the end.

I laughed. It's like them to disagree. "I'm happy for you, Betty. You're going to make a great mum."

"Thanks, Elle. It means a lot."

I smiled and hugged her one last time before leaving the room to go find Fred, my mind on the fact that Betty and George aren't expecting to live. What's this battle going to be like? Who's not going to come out of it? Will I come out of it?

Fred was where I left him, only he looked slightly less worried. He wasn't staring off into space anymore, simply looking at his hands.

"Did Betty ask you?" He asked as I sat down.

I nodded. I can't let him see my fear or nervousness. I have to be brave for him.

"You said yes, right?"

"Of course I did! Did you say yes after George asked you?"

"Obviously!"

I laughed. "We're going to make the best godparents."

"What?!" I heard Dad's voice behind us.

"Hey, Dad-"

"YOU'RE PREGNANT?" He screamed.

Everyone in the room turned to look at us.

"Dad! No! I'm not! Someone just asked us to be the godparents of their child! What? Did you think I said that we'd make the best parents?"

Dad looked at the floor guiltily. "Maybe...."

"I said we'd make the best godparents! Geez, Dad!"

"Sorry," he mumbled.

Finally, the tension broke and everyone started laughing. Fred and I took a moment to look at each other before we started laughing ourselves. Everyone kept laughing, as if there wasn't a battle practically on our doorstep. It felt good. After a couple of minutes the laughter started to stop.

Unfortunately, everyone was now calm. Everyone was now back to the worried, stressed out state they were in.

I leaned my head on Fred's shoulder while his arm snaked its way around my waist. All we
could do was wait. Wait to be called into battle. So, that's what I'm going to do.

I laced my hand with Fred's. I listened to his heart beat. I listened to him breathe. What if this is the last night I get to do that? No, I can't let myself think like that. We're both going to live through this. What if we won't get to be parents? What if we won't get to hear Dad freak out when I tell him I'm pregnant? No, Elle. You and Fred are going to survive.