Blurb: Fred is remembered, by one of the many, who never forgot him. FW/AJ –Drabble—

A/N: I got my inspiration for this, whilst listening to Maroon 5 – She will be loved.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter!

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It's the morning after the battle, and she is still sitting down in the Gryffindor common room. Many people are asleep, exhausted after last night's events. Yet, she couldn't. Ever since she saw the body of Fred Weasley, her mind refused to accept that he was gone. To her, Fred had been an ever constant presence, when she was at Hogwarts and when she left, too. He was forever making jokes and pulling pranks, with George when they had been at school. The new Marauders of Hogwarts, they had called themselves once. She grimaced, as this memory, too fresh and painful surfaced to the forefront of her mind. Now it seemed that there would only be one. And yet... she would still think of Fred as one half of the Weasley twins, just like she would think herself as one half of Fred.

Over the years that she had had the great fortune to meet him, she had fallen for him so deeply, that instead of being consumed by grief, she just felt ...numb. The mischievous twinkle in his eyes, that she had grown so dearly to love had extinguished, along with all of her hopes of ever becoming one part of the couple that she had always dreamed of becoming. Angelina 'Fred' Weasley was no longer. All of the jokes and pranks that they had pulled together, the Quidditch practises and the talks in the common room at two in the morning, were now all burnt into her memory, refusing to be forgotten. The dancing at the Yule Ball and the so 'un-Fred like' shy kiss that he had given her at New Year, were now bittersweet, and yet ever tangible and concrete in her mind.

Because she would never, could never, forget him. ...and that was just the way she wanted it to be. She could imagine him laughing at her now, sitting alone in the common room, huddled in an armchair, her face red and blotchy with tears.

"Come on Ange! You can do better than that! Celebrate my life, you daft idiot, don't just sit there!"

A ghost of a smile passed across her face.

She knew that she was one of the many, who would never forget him. But it still didn't make the memories of him, any less sweet.