Title: Clumsy

Ship: Fred/Angelina

Summery: My thoughts make me want towhack my head against the train window until I loose all sense and consciousness. I have to keep on reminding myself what I'm thinking: This is Fred Weasley, this is Fred Weasley, this is Fred Weasley. . .

A/N: I don't know why I'm doing this. I really don't know why I'm doing this. I promised myself I wouldn't upload this silly thing until I've finished, but here it is now. I've been working on this for a long time now. With Fred and Angelina being my favourite couple I couldn't let it just drag like a load of rubbish could I? Well anyway I guess that's for you all to decide. This is the first Chapter that I started writing some months ago. At least by uploading this drab, I will know if the story is to your taste, which will decipher whether I continue to work on this or not. It's a short beginning, but I hope you all like it.

A N G E L I N A

An Introduction

"Gelina! Gelina! Wake up Gelina!" I feel the feet bouncing on my bed and try to ignore how much they're actually disturbing me. Sage. Who else would it be? My little brother is only seven years old but can be deathly annoying at times; making me scream and pull out my hair so that by the end of the day I'm almost left with none. Occasionally I even resort to complaining to my father--which I don't do often--and let him know I can't take it anymore. But really, I love Sage to bits.

My family are tight. When I was eleven and Sage was two, my mum and dad were in an accident. They had dropped us off at my aunts house for the night, planning on going to the theatre to watch something we were informed "Isn't suitable for you kids." Sage of course didn't understand what they were talking about, and therefore didn't make as much of a fuss as I did. I remember kicking and screaming about how much I wanted to go along too. In the end they didn't take me. Sometimes I wonder if the outcome of their decision was a blessing or a curse.

My parents decided that night they would do things the Muggle way round. With my dad being a Muggle our family still stick to the ordinary way of living. Anyway, my parents went out to this theatre and almost got in safely too. Apparently they had gotten to the box office and were waiting in line to buy their tickets when things started to go terribly wrong. My dad says there was screaming first. He always starts it like that; with how they both heard people from down the road screaming about things he thought couldn't be humanly possible. Then came the lights. Bright colours he used to say. Greens and reds and oranges. Then people started falling to the floor. . .one by one.

My mum knew what was going on but my dad was oblivious. Only when men in long black robes and white masks started shooting beams at them through long wooden instruments did my mum tell my dad to run. She had told him if they knew she was a full blooded Witch they wouldn't hurt her, but she never got the chance to explain.

My dad tried to get my mum back to the car with him, but being my mother she had to decide to help. I'm still spiteful at the memory. I wonder to myself if she didn't decide to help those other people, would she be with us, here, now? If she had just thought about herself instead of all the others, would I have had to attend her funeral at such a young age and be traumatized by the memory of it for the rest of my life. Would I still have a mother? Sometimes I blame my mum for leaving. I feel like she left us on purpose. Dumped us. Abandoned us because we were a burden she would simply rather do without.

I remember at the funeral how much it rained--Why does it always rain at those things? I held a screaming Sage in my own small arms but couldn't do anything to settle him. He fidgeted almost the whole way through, but I wouldn't allow anyone the right to hold him when they offered. He was my little brother, so it was in my duty to take care of him. I often wonder if he could feel the morbid atmosphere. They say kids that age normally can. Even when things cant be worded or phrased, they can be felt.

I myself had stood and stared. Vacant eyes watching loathsomely as the coffin was lowered into the wet, muddy earth. Forever gone. Hardly listening as the priest said his prayers over my mothers dead body. Forever silenced. Not even the fresh, icy chill could have woken me from my inane state. I was simply too far passed. Bubbling with resentment. Sometimes I still am.

"Gelina!" My brother cries, and I groan, throwing my hands over my ears to try and block out the din. "The Hogwarts Express leaves in an hour!"

I don't think I've ever moved so quickly. Without a second thought I jump out of bed, so speedily that poor Sage topples to the floor with an unearthly loud thud, my sudden motives apparently startling him. I take no time however, to dawdle. Frantically I look around my room and grab all I need to get ready; my underwear, bathroom towel and school robes. As I'm about to sprint to the washroom, I hear it. I hear Sage giggle.

Sighing deeply, I stop in my tracks and gradually make my way over to the brat. He's grinning madly. Eyes almost shut with amusement, as he shows off his gappy teeth. Some of those aren't due to that fact that he's finally getting his adult teeth coming through either. The two front ones are missing because not so long ago he fell over playing with his mates at school. Miraculously Sage didn't cry, but instead ran up to me, holding the fist in the air that carried his fallen teeth screaming: "Gelina! Gelina! Look at this! Isn't it cool?"

Thankfully the dentists say they'll soon grow into his adult teeth. I had almost fainted with worry at the sight of him. Dad says I worry too much, and that if I don't stop soon I'll sprout grey hairs before it's my time. But with mum gone, who's supposed to look after the family? I took it as my duty years ago. Heck, and he wanders why I stress!

Sage continues to giggle. "I gotcha!" He grins.

I raise an eyebrow, one eye gradually becoming smaller than the other. "What are you talking about?"

He points in the direction of the clock and sniggers. Groggily I take my time to look over at it, and my squinty, sleep drugged eyes widen at the clear red numbers indicating the time, gleaming in the ghostly darkness of my room. The clock, which is carved to mock the shape of a witches broom was a present from Sage--paid for by me--last Christmas. When I stare out the clock I almost collapse from the delight. It's only half past twelve in the morning!

My body, thankful for the sudden realisation, manages find its way over to the bed. I pull the blankets back over my head and savour the delightful sensation. My eyes take the time to close themselves once again.

"Go back to bed Sage." I mutter, and start to let sleep engulf my thoughts when I feel my brother climb onto the bed himself. He tugs at the blankets and pulls them from over my head, wedging himself between me and my stuffed elephant.

I open my eyes and look down at him, rubbing languidly at my nose and studying his expression. He looks upset. I always know when Sage is genuinely upset because his mouth tends to droop into a more than dramatic frown. When he's faking he usually cant help a smirk.

I attempt a small smile and gently stroke over my brothers face, my long cold fingers running over his dramatically warm cheeks. He doesn't take his eyes off me. "What's wrong?" I ask, and watch his face carefully. When he doesn't answer, I start with the guessing game. "You catching a cold?" I enquire, but he shakes his head so I try again. "You had a nightmare? Can't sleep?" He shrugs which means my assumption is at least half true.

He downcasts his eyes and asks quietly. "Are you going back to school tomorrow?"

I nod and kiss him gently on the forehead. It's all I need to hear him say. I know he doesn't want me to go back, Sage never does. Every year he asks me not to go and I have to fight against the tears. I never cry in front of Sage. Ever. I want him to be able to think of me as someone strong he can confined in, someone he can talk to, trust and love. Every year I consider staying home, skipping Hogwarts for a few weeks more to stay with my brother and father. Of course I can't, it would be unacceptable and I'm not up for repeating the year.

I sigh and pull Sage into me, wrapping my arms around his small body. I hear him sniff against my chest and have take a deep breath before I go on.

"Yeah I have to go back Sage, just like you will when you go!" I trace little patterns on his back and he giggles slightly at how much it tickles. "But listen okay?" I pull back and look him in the eye. I know he's trying hard not to cry. Dad always says it's my fault he doesn't shed a tear when things go wrong or something upsets him. He says I broke him this way, to grow up just like his big sister, and it's in my duty to fix him. "If you think about it, I'm only at Hogwarts for two more years. This year and the next. And the sooner I go back, the sooner I come back home for Christmas!"

His eyes smile at me, his mouth splitting into a grin, revealing to me once again the huge gaps in his teeth again. "Really?" He asks.

"Of course!" I pull him into me again and we allow ourselves a little comfort. I decide I'm not letting him go now, and I don't think he's considering going back to his room either. He rests both hands underneath his head and yawns, closing his eyes.

"I guess I can live with that." He says softly and I smile at his strength, my own eyes beginning to close. "But you have to promise that you'll come back of course. Every chance you get. Do you promise?"

I nod my head, sleep beginning to take its toll over my relaxed body. "I promise." I whisper.

There's a long silence where I think he's finally fallen asleep. I can hear the ticking of my wall clock and the scuffle of stray fox's outside my house who usually come out at night to raid peoples bins. I heave a sigh and try to settle properly.

Tomorrow will be a long day. It scares me sometimes when I realise that everyone will be different. They would have grown and matured, and I wonder to myself if I've taken those vital steps in my life yet as well. I mean I know Alicia went to Portugal this summer, so she must be sporting the sexiest tan right now. Katie stayed in England so she probably looks the same to me. Infact, the last time I saw her was a few days ago. We've spent most of our holidays together. Shopping and girly nights. You name it, and this summer we most probably did it. With some exceptions of course. I haven't yet got boys on the brain.

"Gelina?"

I almost jump at the sound of Sage's voice. I honestly thought he'd fallen asleep. "Hmm?" Is my murmured reply, hardly enough, but at least he knows I haven't yet fallen asleep.

Sage yawns "I love you." And this time he does manage to fall into some kind of peaceful slumber.

I smile to myself and rub over his back with the little bit of energy I have left. "I love you too, you prat."