Angelina loved her husband. She really did. With George, she felt safe.
However, she knew he was only a replacement for the one she had lost during the war. Hell, everyone knew she felt that way. Everyone except George.
To George, Angelina was the world.
To Angelina, George was the next best thing.
On the nights when the nightmares reigned, Angelina would pretend that the man next to her was really his twin. For a few moments, her guard would be down, and she'd be completely vulnerable. In those moments, Angelina wouldn't feel safe; she'd feel happy.
Angelina missed happy.
AN: Thanks for reading, guys! I, for one, enjoyed this much more than my RosexScorpius story. That's just me, I guess. This was definitely interesting to do, as I typically don't like AngelinaxFred pairings. I really liked writing this, however, and if you could review, that'd be lovely, as constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! :-D
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