So my sister begged me to write this since she just finished the 7th book for like the 10th time, and I have to admit it was fun! This is the story about Fred's love Mia and how she was after the end of the war, without him. Please Review! Enjoy!
The apartment was dark. All signs of life were gone from this place that was once filled with so much love, so much joy. Now clothes and trash littered the floor, a broken window allowed the winter's freezing winds to wrap around the young woman. Mia Black gripped the sheet tighter around her thinning body.
Why did that have to happen to Fred? That questioned echoed inside of her mind, repeating itself constantly untilshe had to gulp down some fire whiskey just to make all the voices stop. She wasn't legal barely 18 but being drunk, numb, was the only way to stop herself from going insane. Or more insane. She had to be insane to fall in love with the carefree silly prankster…Fred Weasley.
The compartment was empty. Her friends had all searching for the school friends and boyfriends who they hadn't seen since the end of last year. There sat Mia, alone not minding the intolerable silence like most people. She was perfectly content not having more friends or in fact a boyfriend. The world didn't revolve around love. Well not Mia's life.
She had just reached out to grab her school books to peruse them out of boredom when the compartment door was thrown open. It slammed loudly making Mia fall out of her seat next to the window. Her legs managed to tangle themselves together along with the old scraps of goodies from the trolley. She turned her head to glare at the stupid people who had come into her compartment. There grinning widely at her were the Weasley twins. Great, Mia thought to herself, A prank was the last thing she needed right now.
"Did we scare you, love?" Fred Weasley questioned, his bright blue eyes dancing with laughter.
"Mia Black? Frightened by us? You have to be out of your mind mate," George laughed, throwing himself lazily on the seat opposite of the one Mia had been occupying.
"Go ahead and make yourselves comfortable why don't you?" Mia narrowed her eyes at the twins.
"Thanks Mia," Fred winked at her before sitting down across from his brother, neither of them offered to help her back up. Those gits, Mis thought bitterly.
"Black," Mia warned uselessly.
"Come now Mia, we know you-" George started watching as she slowly pulled herself up off of the cold ground.
"-better than your friends know you-" Fred easily cut in.
"-so shouldn't we be able to call you-" George grinned as she looked back and forth between them, feeling like she was at a tennis match.
"-by your first name-" Fred smiled.
"-our dear sweet Mia?" George questioned raising an eyebrow.
She narrowed her eyes at them. "No."
She quickly turned around smirking at their identical shocked expressions. Mia's long curly black hair flipped around her thin slightly tall body as she opened the compartment door and calmly walked out. Trying to find some other place to avoid those twins.
George grinned over to Fred's sad longing look as they watched her leave. "Don't worry brother of mine we'll get her to fall in love with you soon."
"Of course," Fred grinned over at his body. "No woman can resist me! They cant keep their hands off of my body."
"Or mine," George added in.
"What are you talking about mate?" Fred put on a confused expression but his teasing eyes gave him away. "I'm far more handsome than you are."
"We're identical, you git," George laughed.
The sudden memory shocked her, but once it died away she was left with the tingling emptiness that came on as the happiness died away. Her hand reached out blindly trying to find the bottle that she had been carrying around like a child's blanket. The bottle was light in her hand.
"Damn," She growled at the empty bottle. "It had been full a moment ago. Stupid bottle."
Throwing the bottle on to the mess surrounding her, she decided to snuggle into the thin sheet more. Her body was shaking, but she didn't want to leave the room. That would only cause more memories to come which would equal more fire whiskey. That wouldn't be good since she still had to take care of her daughter Angel.
Mia lounged on the soft bed surrounded by fluffy pillows. Her hand absentmindedly stroked her swollen stomach. She was looking through a muggle catalog trying to find more baby items that they needed. Suddenly she was jostled, startled she turned to see Fred laying beside her grinning lovingly at her.
"And what do you think you are doing?" She questioned unable to make the grin disappear from her pale face.
"Sitting next to my wife," Fred muttered as his long fingers brushed against her stomach, making Mia shutter uncontrollably. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"No," She shook her head sending curls flying everywhere. "But the baby might."
"Why?" Fred raised an eyebrow confused, his bottom lip sticking out slightly.
Mia leaned over and gently kissed her surprised husband. "Feel."
Mia grabbed his hand and moved it ontop of her stomach. She caressed his slightly freckled hand waiting silently. Fred's brows knitted together in confusion, until-there he felt it. He grinned widely as the baby kicked against its mom once more. He leaned closer to her stomach searching for any signs of the baby moving again.
"Why hello there love," Fred gently spoke drawing light circles in her thinly covered stomach.
"Are you talking to me or the baby?" She teased.
"The baby," He playfully scowled at her.
"Well you were talking to my stomach so I didn't know," Mia grabbed her catalog to look through it some more.
"Why would I talk to your stomach?" He demanded raising an eyebrow at the ridiculous idea.
"I don't know," She shrugged. "You are always doing weird things so I assumed that it was just another notion spurred from your awkwardness."
"Awkward? Me?" Fred blinked back surprised. "That's impossible love! I'm a perfect normal wizard."
"Which to most isn't normal at all," She muttered under her breath.
"What did you say?" Fred demanded trying to act angry but that bright smile on his face instantly gave him away.
"Nothing," She sang.
"Uh-huh, that's what I thought you said," Fred turned his attentions back to the baby who at this point was once again kicking madly. "Whats wrong love? Feeling jealous that dad is giving all his attentions to mummy? Don't worry. Daddy will talk to you."
Mia snorted as she rolled her eyes. Fred leaned his head against her bulging stomach, making his shaggy bright red hair stand out even more against her white tank top that she had somehow managed to fit into. Thank Merlin! Mia smiled glad that she managed to fit into one of her old pieces of clothing.
"Ignore your mummy, she's just being her useful knowledgeable self," Fred's breath caressed through her tank top making her shiver slightly at its warmth. "You can hear me cant you? Of course you can! Your going to be a beautiful healthy baby, arent you? And then you'll grow up loved at being the first grandchild! Spoiled rotten but a little angel-"
"More like devil if you're the father," Mia laughed lightly.
"Hush you!" Fred scowled. "Now where was I? Oh right. You'll grow and get sent to Hogwarts, you'll get into Gryffindor like your mum and I. Not Slytherin, if you were Slytherin we would have to kick you out!"
"Fred!" Mia scolded. "Don't say that. It doesn't matter what house he or she will get into. We'll love them for who they are, right?"
"Sure," Fred grinned. "As long as he isn't in Slytherin."
"Fred!" Mia growled knowing she was losing that battle as Fred laughed loudly next to her.
"No Slytherin! No Slytherin! Not in the Weasley family!" Fred sang at the top of his lungs. "And if you are we'll gut you out-"
"Fred!" Mia cried placing a hand protectively on her stomach as her husband dissolved into small fits of laughter.
"Come on love," Fred kissed her temple. "You know we would love the baby no matter what house it got into. We'll love him-
"-or her," She added in.
"-or her with all of our hearts, even if he or she-" Fred muttered seeing me narrow my eyes at him. "-hates us."
"Yes we will," Mia smiled in agreement.
"Just as long as they aren't in Slytherin."
"FRED!"
That was the last time that they talked about their child. Only a month later that battle happened. That battle that had dragged him away from her. The battle that tore him away from his whole family. Dragged his soul with chains and threw him into the afterlife. Part of her soul had went with him, and the only reason she was still walking here on earth was because of her-their-daughter.
She wouldn't call herself alive. She was empty, broken, torn between the love of her life and her daughter. She got up fed, clothed, changed, played with little Angel. Her heart wasn't in it though. So many people always came by to check up on her, to make sure she was paying attention to her daughter. It was driving her insane!
She would never abandon her child, never.No matter how difficult some days were. No matter if the grief threatened to finally end her life. She would not leave her daughter alone. She would fight until she wasn't able to lift a single muscle. She knew the moment she saw her baby that she wouldn't be able to leave her at all.
"Here you go dear," The Healer passed over a small bundle in a soft pink blanket. "A perfectly healthy baby girl."
Mia gingerly took her newborn daughter into her weak thin arms. Hours and hours of hard painful scream filled pushing and contractions were worth it. There looking up at her mum with bright blue eyes was her daughter. Mia instantly fell in love with her.
"I'll go get your family," The kind Healer smiled before exiting the room. Leaving the new mum with her baby.
Mia traced the outline of her baby's soft pale face. Going over her delicate chin to her soft rosy cheeks to her small adorable nose with her pointer finger. Her pink rose bud lips were open slightly as her daughter took in the world around her. Mia gently untangled some of her daughters black and red curls.
"Mia?" Mrs. Weasley slowly came into the room. Mrs. Weasley was a warm gentle woman who you don't want to piss off.
"In here," She answered tarring her eyes away from her daughter to look at all the read heads that came into the room. Along with Harry Potters black messy hair and Hermione Granger's long brown hair.
"A baby girl?" George questioned peeking over her left shoulder to look into the little girl's face.
"Yeah," Mia whispered. "Do you want to hold her?"
"O-Of course," George smiled slightly as she gently placed her little darling into his muscular arms from being a beater on the Gryffindor Quidditich team. "She's so small."
"Ah, she's so cute Mia," Ginny smiled brightly next to her brother. In fact this was the first time after the war that everyone was smiling all at once. Ginny held out a finger and the baby instantly grabbed it in her small hand. "Hi sweetie, I'm your auntie Ginny."
"Pass her over," Mrs. Weasley demanded lightly her voice thick with emotion as she was handed her first grandchild. The grandchild that didn't have a father.
"Such a beauty," Mr. Weasley smiled softly as he reached next to his wife to pet the baby's curly wild hair.
"What are you going to name her?" Hermione questioned as the baby was past to her. Ron and Harry grinned down at the baby on either side of her, safety protecting her from the boys who were being silly.
"Angel," She instantly spoke blushing as they all turned to her. "F-Fred once called her his little angel s-so I thought it might be a good name for her."
"it's a perfect name," Mrs. Weasley softly cried, wiping away her stream of salty tears that were running down her cheeks.
"Whats her middle name?" Bill looked at her with kindness. Fleur cuddle Angel to her saying things in French that none of them understood. With the softness in her face it must have been something good.
"I wanted to name her after my mom but I don't think Magenta would go well with Angel," She laughed lightly, wore out from hours of labor but happy with everyone surrounding her. "Maybe Estelle?"
"Angel Estelle Weasley," Percy muttered into the room letting the name float around for a while.
"I like that name," Mia gently spoke leaning heavily against the pillows. The chatter of everyone talking to their neighbors and laughter made Mia fill with a sense of peace and longing. "Hey George."
"Hm?" He asked leaning down so he could hear her over the noise.
"Will you be the Godfather?" Mia shyly asked not knowing what his answer would be.
Her questioned was met with silence. Mia risked looking up into his tear filled blue eyes before receiving a bone crushing hug from her brother in law. He pulled back grinning widely. "Of course Mia! Here, hand me my goddaughter before you break her!"
"You cant break a baby George," Ginny rolled her huge brown eyes but did as she was told and past Angel back to her Godfather.
"Shows what you know little sis," George grinned down at his little goddaughter. "We almost broke you when you were little. Nearly dropped you on your head-Fred and I that is."
"You what!" Mrs. Weasley demanded placing her hands firmly on her hips to glare at her son who managed to pass Mia back her little Angel. "How dare you! How did you two almost do that? I thought I told you to be careful around babies-"
As Mrs. Weasley started to lecture her son, then her daughter, and then everyone about the importance of her careful with a baby Mia tuned out. She could hear their loud noises in the background, but she was focused on her little baby that managed to look both like Fred and herself.
"My darling little Angel," Mia snuggled her warm sweet baby to her.
Mia knew that no matter what terror she went through, how lonely she was, she still had her Angel. No matter how much she missed Fred she still had Angel. Her days were filled with taking care of her sweet baby, but the nights were a different story.
At night was when everything went down hill. With nothing to distract her Mia's thoughts tended to take over her body. She tried to push them away with fire whiskey but after awhile nothing seemed to be able to stop those torturous memories from coming back to haunt her. Cuddled in her bed every night, she cried and drank until the memories faded somewhat.
"Where are you going to live?" asked her as she helped get Mia ready to leave the hospital.
"The apartment," Mia quietly answered not wanting to talk about it as she pulled on her pants.
"By yourself?" Mrs. Weasley eyebrows raised at the thought.
"Yes."
"Dear is that the safest thing for you and the baby?" She questioned frowning.
"Probably not but it's the only home we have," Mia informed, her voice low and hoarse from all the screaming that she had done during labor. She didn't even have someone next to her holding her hand as the pain came and went.
"You can always come to the Burrow with us," Mrs. Weasley suggested hopeful as she past Mia her jumper. "We would be happy to have you home with us. Though it might be a bit crowded right now with everyone home…but we can find a way to make everything work, we always do."
Mia paused, not wanting to hurt the older woman's feelings. "No Mrs. Weasley-"
"Molly, dear," She instantly corrected.
Mia just shook her head causing the faintest frown on Mrs. Weasley's face. "Thank you but no. We-I already have Angel's room set up, it would be a waste not to use it."
"But you're going to need help-" Mrs. Weasley started worried etched her face.
"Don't worry I can handle it,"
"A newborn baby is very difficult to handle, you will need some help," Mrs. Weasley frowned deeply at her daughter-in-law.
"It's fine."
"Its not fine," Mia whispered in to the darkness, playing with a string on the edge of his pillowcase. "Nothing is fine."
Everything was a mess. The house, Angel, her life, everything. The worst part of it was that she still was constantly haunted by images of Fred. Everything she did reminded her of him. Walking down the hallway that he had so poorly tried to paint, going into the study area that was covered in his and George's newly created inventions, and the bedroom. Mia couldn't go to sleep anymore because she wasn't used to sleeping alone.
Her life was swirlling downward at a speeding pace. It was difficult to try to live in their apartment without her love there beside her. The walls seemed to be closing in on her ever second. She could hardly breath when she was alone in the bedroom. Fred's shirts were crumpled in the corner of the room, thrown around when Mia had gone on a rampage and destroyed the room. This apartment was the reason why she was unable to get over him.
She needed to escape from it. Go someplace far away with Angel and start anew. Getting away from her nosy in-laws would only be a benefit. Mia wasn't able to look any of them in the eyes anymore since Fred had died, especially not George. George was the one, along with Mrs. Weasley, that showed up every single day checking up on her and Angel. Everytime anyone came over she was reminded of Fred and that she would never be able to talk-love-hold- him ever again.
Mia sat up slowly, the thin sheet sliding down to pool at her hips. "That's it. I need to get away. I need to leave. Now."
Mia bolted out of the soft now cold bed. Her foot got tangled in the sheet and she fell flat on her face onto the messy floor. She groaned as the room swayed in from of her as she tried to straighten herself up.
"Slow, go slow," She murmured to the quiet room as she stumbled toward the closet.
One of the closet's door was broken off of its hinges, creaking lazily when there was a gust of strong wind. She walked around the dirty messy items that littered the floor. On her tip toes she carefully tried to jump over bottles, clothes, broken glass, and the other variety of things on her floor. She scooted aside a pile of clothes in front of the closet and knelt before it.
Grabbing out a her old school trunk at the bottom of the closet she started to randomly throw in her clothes. Not caring whose they were or if they were clean. She just wanted to hurry and get out of here. Mia paused with a pile of clothes in her arms.
"What an I doing? I'm a witch," Mia shook her head at her foolish mistake, instantly releasing the pile of clothes.
She pulled her delicate from her pocket and pointed it at the trunk. Mumbling a spell the clothes and other objects instantly folded themselves and properly put themselves into the trunk. Angel's clothes and objects also flew from the room next door and made themselves situated in the trunk. Once the trunk was threatening to spill over she closed it and latched it tightly. Shrinking it down to be able to fit in her pocket she grabbed it and put it into the pocket of her jacket.
Mia glanced around the room, slowly walking toward the door. It was a medium size room with coffee color walls that had once been decorated with multiple pictures of everyone they knew. The only evidence of it was the crumpled pictures beneath her feet. The room was a disaster, but if it had been clean she wouldn't have been able to live there for so long without going insane.
Mia held her head tall, straightened her back and left the room without a backwards glance. This wouldn't be her home anymore so she shouldn't concern herself with what it looked like. She walked into the living room soon finding a piece of scratch paper. Scribbling down a useless note for anyone who cared she pinned it to the table, knowing someone would find it sooner or later.
She shoved on some tennis shoes knowing that she might have to walk to some of the places. Mia hurried to Angel's room feeling anxious to finally get out of the apartment. She pushed the door open and peeked into the warm room at her daughter sleeping peacefully in her crib. Mia paused before grabbing the car seat to put her daughter into so that it would be easier for her to carry.
Mia leaned over the wooden rail, eyes gazing her beautiful Angel. Angel's hair was mused, her cheeks red from the warmth, and her pacifier safety in her mouth. Mia smiled before gently lifting the sleeping baby to put her into her car seat. Mia slipped Angel's jacket over her heavy footy pajamas before buckling her in. Grabbing a blanket that Mrs. Weasley had made, she gently tucked it around her daughter before firmly taking a hold of the handle.
She walked calmly, collectively, towards the front door. Only pausing once to check to make sure that she hadn't forgotten her wand, which she had left on the table. Ensuring that it was safely in her pocket Mia opened the front door that lead out into the yellowish-orange small hallway with the stair case close by.
Mia bit her lower lip before turning around to glance into the empty apartment that had once been everything she wanted. Now there was nothing there that she wanted, or needed. No, everything had been taken away from her. Her father, mother, younger sister, her dog, Fred, everyone but her Angel.
"Good bye," She whispered, her voice was laced with unshed tears. Tears for leaving her home and the memories of her love.
Shutting the door swiftly behind her Mia made her way towards the stairs. It was still dark outside but she would be able to find her way towards her destination. Someplace far from this life, her in-laws, everyone. Her lungs filled with fresh air and the strange pressure on her shoulders disappeared. Mia Black-Weasley was free. There was nothing holding her grounded to this place anymore. There was nothing left for her to do but to go forward. Start a new life with Angel. And try to find her happily ever after that Fred had once promised to her before but had broke.
How did you like it? Please Review! And tell me if you want me to continue on with Angel being the main character, or Mia in her teens, or Mia's mom Magenta together with Sirius Black. Thank~