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Every Day

Chapter 1

Everything was still too new, too raw.

The young man she once loved long ago was dead.

Frederick Gideon Weasley was gone and her heart hurt for her friend. The truth is Angelina Johnson and Fred had tried to be more than friends once but it hadn't worked, it just didn't feel right, they didn't fit.

Her thoughts the first few days after Fred's death were a blur of disbelief, immense grief and overwhelming sadness. She barely remembered the sequence of events but she clearly remembered how awful and hollow it all felt. She didn't know which was worse, the mental pain of knowing the life that was Fred was gone forever or the actually physical pain from crying uncontrollably for hours.

The only thing she could vividly remember was her thoughts of him. A person she knew who felt worse than her but hadn't really showed it. Yes, all the Weasley family and friends were hurt, devastated by the loss of Fred. They cried aloud doing their best to not fall completely apart. But not him, he barely showed any emotions and when he did cry his tears were silent.

George Fabian Weasley had lost half of his very soul and Angelina knew this, she felt it. Being so close to both twins growing up she easily saw things between them others did not. She had easily told them apart only days after meeting them. She always knew if they were upset or hurt even when they tried not to show it. She saw the embarrassment they tried to hide about being poor. She saw the immense pride they had when one of their siblings did well in something. She now saw where there had been two for so many years there was just one. All alone, broken and lost.

The space left in Fred's absent was huge, it threatened to swallow George whole. Despite her own pain she would not let this void overtake George, not without a fight. He was her friend too. He needed her help. His family was overwhelmed; everyone was dealing with their own individual grief. Each person was struggling to function and cope with this tragedy. They all loved George and tried to comfort him as best they could but their own grief was so close they didn't know what to say or do to reach and help him. Angelina made a promise to herself a day after the funeral.

Every day.

It sounded simple enough, but every day she would be there for George. Angelina wasn't sure if this was enough or if this would even work but she had to try, she had to do something. The war had taken so much from so many, the thought of possibly losing George too was one she simply would not accept.


A/N: This is my first attempt at a multi-chaptered fic. Please let me know what you think!