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A/N: Written for the prompt: 'Don't forget me, my love, please?'
I don't want to leave you. But I need to get out of here.
It's only a few more months until graduation.
Umbridge will probably have chopped my hand off by then, or something.
I thought you cared more about me. About us.
I do care, can't you see that? I can't live like this, though. I need to be free.
I'm not going to convince you, am I? Fine, then. There's no point trying to stop you.
Glad you've seen sense.
Fred?
Yes, Ange?
Don't forget me, my love, please?
How could I possibly forget you? You're part of me.
Promise, though?
Cross my heart.
I won't forget you. Ever.
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