Angelina Weasley, nee Johnson, was married to her one true love, Fred Weasley
Or at least that's what she told herself.
It was hard to believe she was married to him whenever she looked at his one ear. The real Fred Weasley had two ears. But her Fred Weasley was gone, in his place stood his brother George. But really, how different were Fred and George, Gred and Forge?
Fred wasn't alive. Fred had both ears. Fred was her only love.
George was like a brother to her, not a husband or father to her children. Fred should be both of those things. He never could be though. She'd never even been fully his. When he offered it at the Yule Ball, she had turned him down, wanting to wait until marriage, saying she was too young. Fred, like a gentleman, accepted her answer and swept her out onto the dance floor, keeping her close to him all night.
Every time she got into bed with George, she closed her eyes and pretended the arm wrapped around her waist was Fred's, imagined that the lips that kissed her day after day we're Fred's. And she hated herself. She hated herself for lying to everyone, lying to George, lying to Fred and Roxanne, lying to Molly and Ginny and Charlie and Bill and Percy. She hated living her lie. She detested the daytime, having to act like she wasn't pretending and she loved the nights, he was a heavy sleeper and she could cry without waking him and making him worry. She loved George. She loved her children. She loved his family. She loved Alicia and Katie and Oliver and Harry.
But she didn't love them.
She craved Fred, to hear his laugh, to feel his arms around her, to feel his lips on hers. She would've traded anything in the world, even her own life, if he could just have his again. It was much harder on George, even after the war, especially since she tried to be with Fred. He was upset with her, mostly for their children. Fred was only six, Roxanne two, both far too young to be left without a mother for the rest of their life. He had caught her just in time, as she had the wand pointed at her chest and was about to mutter the words.
He stunned her mere seconds before the spell was out of her mouth, getting her off guard. He confiscated her wand and shook his head at her before storing her wand away and using wandless magic to free her. She had attacked him, nothing he couldn't fight off and eventually calmed down enough to realize the impact it would have on the loved ones in her life but there were days when George didn't trust her with a wand.
Those days she tried things the Muggle way; cooking, cleaning, suicide. Now were the days George didn't let her out of his sight. She would sigh and rest her head on his shoulder and watch Fred play his Muggle video games and Roxanne play with her enchanted dolls, laughing as they danced and smiled at her. Angelina would smile faintly at her children and feel George wrap an arm around her waist and press his lips to her temple. He would whisper "I love you" and she would murmur it back, out of habit. Because she didn't. She only loved Fred.