"People so seldom say I love you

And then it's either too late or love goes.

So when I tell you I love you,

It doesn't mean I know you'll never go,

Only that I wish you didn't have to."- Unknown

"It's beautiful," she whispered, squeezing Fred's hand, staring ahead at the sunset reflecting off the lake.

"Not as beautiful as you," he grinned. He took his eyes off the lake to look at her. She returned his smile, but sadly bit her lip.

"Fred... I'm scared," she admitted quietly, looking down at the grass in front of her.

"Hey, it'll be fine. We'll be fine. You'll see," he said. He knew he was not convincing her- he couldn't even convince himself. They both knew people would die. This was war. War creates losses. They just hoped that the outcome of the war would justify the people they had to lose.

"I know. It's just that... Fred, if I ever lost you," she whispered into his neck, "I don't know if I could live."

"You're never gonna lose me. I promise. I am never going to leave you," he said, stroking the top of her head as warm tears ran silently down her cheeks.

Angelina had been waiting for a moment to tell Fred she loved him. It always seemed so simple in her mind, but in reality every word meant much more. Nothing ever happens how you imagine it will do. She wasn't even entirely sure what she was scared about- she knew he loved her, even if he didn't say it either.

Was this the moment to say she loved him? Was it too soon? Too much?

"Maybe we should go back inside now. Filch'll be locking the front doors soon, and I don't fancy having to kip out here," Fred broke the silence, smiling. She nodded and took his hand as they headed back to the castle.

As he kissed her goodnight at the bottom of the steps to the girl's dormitories, Angelina remembered what she hadn't yet said.

"Fred... I-" She was interrupted by the portrait door opening, and George and Alicia stumbled through.

"Oh my God," Fred muttered, "they've been drinking. Sorry, what was it you were going to say?"

"I... umm, goodnight," she whispered. She was aware of Fred looking over at George out of the corner of his eye. Now was not the moment she was hoping for.

"Goodnight Angel." He kissed her forehead and hurried over to see his brother.

Those who are loved do not die.

They live forever in our hearts.

She read the words carefully, wanting to understand every single meaning. It was simple, though, she thought, as she laid down the flowers she had brought.

His grave was the brightest stone in the graveyard, and it was bursting with colours from various flowers already. Angelina smiled through her tears she thought of Fred, how he would laughed to see how popular he was.

Then she thought of his laugh. The most wonderful thing she had ever heard.

She sniffed, trying not to break down into tears just yet. She had something to do first.

"Fred, I really miss you. I guess you're still living in my heart," she said, glancing at the headstone, "but you broke your promise. I can't live without you, but I'll try. For your sake."

The tears were choking her; she fought against them to carry on.

"I hope you can see me now. I need to tell you something."

The wind swept up around her, making the trees rustle. She shivered. She had been waiting for the perfect moment and it had never come. So maybe this was it, she thought. She had nothing to lose.

"Fred... I love you."