It had never even occurred to her that this could happen. In her mind, it was always the two of them, together 'till the end. She didn't think that it would all be ripped away so soon, when they'd had so little time.
Seeing him, lying there with the life gone from his eyes, had been the worst moment in her life, and she couldn't help dropping to her knees beside him. She could feel the others leaving her side, all except George, the only person who truly understand how she was feeling, a loss of part of yourself.
For a while, she lost track of everything, living life in a daze, not registering anything going on in her surroundings. She was drowning in memories, and a future that she could only dream about, and never live.
Her dreams were haunted by images of long nights in the common room, his arms tight around her as he whispered in her ear, promising a lifetime of love. 'I love you's that made the world whole, and knowing that she would never have to be alone.
Happiness evaded her after Fred's death, and the few times it showed itself it was soon destroyed by Fred flitting through her brain, reminding her once again that he was gone, and not just for the day, or week, or even month, but forever. She saw him laughing, entertaining, and proving once again that he was the life of the party, the source of the laughter that would echo through the common room or the great hall. Angelina even missed the way he walked, how his hands were often buried inside his pockets as he strode through the halls with such effortless grace.
Eventually the ache in her chest became duller, but not a day would pass when she didn't think of him. She thought it odd that she could now finish every single one of her sentences, without having her lips trapped in a kiss, her eyes gazing into Fred's which would dance mischievously. When he was alive, she often complained to him that this was annoying, but now that he was gone it was one of the things she missed the most about him.
It was almost a year after Fred's untimely death that Angelina was finally able to move on. She'd found a sweater of his inside her closet and had pulled it on, losing herself in its smell, his smell. Her hands found a note, written in his writing, addressed to her. The words 'I want you to always be happy, with me or not' were scrawled across. Her eyes burned with tears, and through her sobs she vowed to herself she would be happy, for him, because it was the last thing he would ever ask of her.
Pictures of him were replaced, but they weren't gone, they hid in one drawer which would be opened occasionally when the sadness would hit her hard. In their place were new pictures, photographs of her and a red headed prankster, one who understood her like no one else she knew could. George wasn't Fred, that she knew, and a part of her heart would always belong to her first love, but she had found love again, and this time she couldn't lose it, because without George, who else would understand her?
Once she found George, she didn't cry for Fred again until her wedding day. She was sitting outside the church when Fred entered her mind and tears began to flow from her eyes. If anyone saw, they would have been amazed, and quite frankly, a little scared of what they saw. A beautiful girl in a wedding dress, face streaked with tears but with a smile on her face. No one was around, but if someone were, they could have sworn they heard the bride to be whisper 'I hope it's nice up there Fred, I'll always love you.'