A/N: Okay, I swore that I would only stick to the three stories I am currently working on, I really did. But for some reason, this story has been in my head for months, and just recently resurfaced. I was afraid that if I waited any longer, I would lose it again. So anyway, this is different from my other Harry Potter stories and it will be sad.
Warnings/triggers: Depressing thoughts
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, no offense to anyone, but I am positive that she has better things to do than write on fanfiction and not get any money out of it.
Chapter 1: Fred Weasley I
I have stopped keeping track of the years. To be honest, time doesn't really matter in Heaven. I spend my free time with Harry's parents, Tonks, Lupin, Sirius, Mad-eye; pretty much every one who died on our side of the war. Heaven is pretty much what you imagine; big, beautiful houses on fluffy, white clouds, almost anything you want or need will just come to you, as if you have had it all along. There are small openings in the clouds which work like televisions; you can sit in front of one and look down on anything and anyone on Earth. State the name of a loved one and there they are, in the little cloud window. It's like a television program; you can see them, but they don't know you are there. All you can do is watch them; just watching and waiting for them to (hopefully) join you.
Needless to say, this has become an obsession to most. Wizards, witches, and Muggles (dad would love it up here, the Muggles know everything about us) have all spent countless hours watching those they left behind. Most eventually get over it; the Potters' stopped watching when they couldn't handle watching the abuse of their son and the false imprisonment of Harry's godfather. Tonks and Lupin have cut down to checking on their son, Teddy, once a week or so. Mad-eye doesn't even bother with the cloud windows; he didn't take to his forced "retirement" well. Everyone who passed on in the Second Wizarding War has moved on; except me.
Most of my time is spent kneeling over the same exact cloud window, watching the same exact person, my other half, George. I know it's not healthy; my Heaven friends have told me (in conversations where I am shocked to hear my own voice.) Dumbledore even took time away from his mother and sister to talk to me. Aberforth showed up and convinced him it wasn't worth it. So I stayed to myself, with only my friends and the occasional Muggle to talk to. I never stray from George. I still see the rest of my family, when George gets dragged to the Burrow or when someone barges into his apartment to cram food down his throat. I saw the joke shop, when George went and set the building on fire. Thankfully, Kingsley was made Minister of Magic and used his power to keep George out of trouble.
The person I have seen the most of is Angelina Johnson. She and George were always great friends, shockingly; there was no awkwardness when I started dating her. Of course, I was rather surprised when she and George remained in touch after my death. George lost all contact with our friends shortly after my funeral; I guess it was too painful for him. However, things cleared up for me when I ended up watching them in bed together. Not that I tried to catch my twin fucking my ex-girlfriend, it was more like one of those horrific accidents you see and just can't turn away from.
Mum of course remained oblivious; she was just thrilled that George had a friend. It wasn't until George told her that he and Angelina were getting married. "But why?"
I already knew the answer, but I was still shocked by his response. "'Cause she's pregnant." George said bluntly.
Everyone gawked at him and Angelina shoved him rather hard. "George!"
He simply shrugged. "What?"
A few days after breaking the news, mum began gathering wedding catalogs from both the Wizarding World and the Muggle World. I think she was just happy that George was willing to do the right thing and that he was starting a family. Bill and Charlie thought this wasn't a good idea. "Mum, listen. Fred died 7 years ago. We all want George to move on, but this doesn't seem right."
Mum glared at Bill. I was watching George who was sitting silently in the other room, both of us could hear every word said in the kitchen. "William! How is this not right! Yes, George knocked her up, but he is doing the right thing! How dare you suggest that after all George has been though, he shouldn't be happy?"
Bill jumped up. "That's not what I'm saying! Of course George should be happy!"
"Then why do you think this wedding is a mistake? George and Angelina knew each other for years!"
Charlie took a deep breathe. "Mum. Angelina dated Fred. I don't know when they broke up, or even if the broke up before he died. Bill and I both think George and Angelina are together just to cling to a small part of Fred, even if they don't know it yet."
I couldn't help but think this was a good theory. Angelina and I didn't so much break up as drift apart. With the whole family in hiding, we couldn't exactly maintain a long distance relationship. As for the possible reason for their relationship, I've been thinking along the same line. But I didn't get a chance to hear mum's response though, because at that point, George stormed out of the Burrow and Disapearated. I, of course, followed.
With the help of the Internet (some Muggle mass information source that Hermione convinced everyone to learn,) George bought two airplane tickets and dragged Angelina to Las Vegas to elope. For the second time in two days, I found my attention wavering from George. This time, I was checking out the scenery. Billboards, lights, and huge buildings grabbed my attention, yet I kept an eye on George as he and Angelina entered a building.
"We would like to get married." George said when he reached the desk.
The Muggle barely even looked at them. "Theme?"
"Huh?" With a glance a George, Angelina knew she wasn't the only one who was confused.
The man sighed in exasperation. "What theme would you like for your wedding?" He slowly stated as if speaking to a mentally challenged person.
George groaned. "Listen mate. We just want to get married and go back to London. Just … give us the cheapest 'theme' you have."
By now, the Muggle was impatient. He pulled away from behind the desk and pulled on a button down shirt. "Okay, mate. I'll just give you two the 'I don't give a fuck' theme. I'll go grab some people off the street to act as your witnesses. You just stand by the alter. You're going cheap, so you can buy your wedding rings for $20 each. We pay the witnesses $10 each. The IDGAF theme is $60. In total, it will cost you $120."
The Muggle waltzed outside to snatch two witnesses. With a quick glance around the room, Angelina wiped out her wand and a ring from her pocket. "Snatched it from Bill the other day," she murmured as she made two copies of the wedding band before shoving the original back into her jeans.
She jammed one band onto George's left ring finger and taped it with her wand, causing it to fit perfectly. She did the same with her ring before taking both rings and putting them in her purse. "Looks like we just saved 40 American Muggle dollars." She said as the man came back with two men holding hands.
I had to laugh, especially when Angelina told the Muggle that she actually had their wedding bands with her. The man looked pissed and raced through the ceremony, not wishing to lose any more money. The two men stopped snogging long enough to sign the papers and nibble at stale cake. The whole thing was over in 5 minutes or so.
George and Angelina went back to the Burrow, told mum they eloped, and moved Angelina's stuff to George's apartment. About 7 months later, Angelina gave birth to a little boy. The boy had tanned skin, dark hair and eyes; but other than that, he looked just like George at that age down to the last freckle. George took one look at his son and, without even addressing Angelina, named him Fredrick Weasley II.
A/N: There you go. The first chapter of Watching and Waiting. I'm planning to have three chapters in total. The next chapter will be from Fred II's point of view.