Author's note: I have not given up on my first story, I just have a major writer's block and while I tried to think of a continuation to A Different Kind of Relationship this story appeared in my head. Feedback is more than welcome (so is ideas for my other story). Hope you'll like this one. By the way, it's not complaint with DH.

Family Is All That Matters

Chapter 1

When you thought everything was great

Beep. "The weather today will be absolutely wonderful for a walk in the park. Only a few clouds are in sight and the temperature will be around..." BANG!

"Do you have to do that every morning?"

Fred grumbled something incoherently in response. Angelina gave him a peck on the cheek before getting out of the bed. She picked up the remains of her alarm clock and went out to the kitchen. There was no point in trying to fix it so she threw it in the garbage can under the sink before making some breakfast.

She started the coffee machine while pouring herself a bowl of cereal. She ate quickly and took one cup of coffee and put a heating charm on the rest so it would stay warm until Fred would get up in an hour or two.

As soon as she was finished, she went back into the bedroom and changed into her working clothes.

"Come back to bed," Fred said sleepily.

"I wish I could, but I have a job to get to, and so do you so I suggest you get up as soon as possible." Fred snorted in response. "I made some coffee for you. See you tonight."

"See you," he mumbled back.

Angelina smiled to herself as she locked the flat behind her and walked down the stairs and out of the building to get to the nearest Apparition point. Fred had never been a morning person and it seemed like it had got worse once they moved in together. Even though it would have been nice to eat breakfast with someone Angelina didn't mind too much. Since he and his brother had their own shop Fred could practically decide his own working hours and he always made sure to be home in time to have dinner ready for them when she came home from St. Mungos.

"Good morning Angelina!"

"Good morning Cheryl!" Angelina greeted back. She and Cheryl had started working at the children ward at St. Mungos at the same time and had become good friends almost immediately. "How are you doing today?"

"Just fine thank you. What about you?"

"I'm doing just fine."

"Do you have any special plans for today?"

"Nothing except buying a new alarm clock."

"Did your boyfriend blow it up again?"

"Yes, he doesn't seem to like being woken by the weather reports."

"Have you ever considered changing radio station?"

"What's the fun in that?" They both laughed. Having a prankster as a boyfriend automatically gave you permission to torture him every once in a while. Or every day. "I'll see you at lunch," Angelina said as she took a journal and went to see the first patient of the day.

Inside the examination room was a five-year old girl together with her mum. The girl was squeezing her mother's hand tightly and it was evident that she had been crying recently.

"Hello there," Angelina greeted with a smile on her face. "What's your name little girl?" Even though she always read the journal very carefully before meeting a patient she had noticed that children felt a lot safer if they where asked for their name and age.

"Abigail," the girl answered shyly.

"Abigail, that is a beautiful name. How old are you Abigail?"

"Five," she answered a bit more confidently this time.

"I heard that you had fallen and hurt your arm." Abigail nodded. "Is it ok if I take a look?" She nodded again.

Angelina carefully lifted the little girl's arm to check if it was broken anywhere. It was.

"You seem to have broken your arm, but don't worry; we'll fix it in no time. I need you to lie down carefully, and then I will just say a spell and it will all be fixed. It might feel a bit sore afterwards but it will soon go away. Ok? Lie down then."

Abigail did as she was told and Angelina uttered the incantation.

"There you go! All fixed!"

"Thank you doctor!" both Abigail and her mum said as Angelina gave Abigail a lollipop and they left the room.

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"Hello, I'm home!" Angelina called as she entered the flat. She could hear loud voices from the living room and recognised one of them as the famous talk-show host, whatever her name was. She threw her bag on the floor and hung up her coat on a hook before going into the living room.

"How do you change the channel on this thing?!" Fred exclaimed as soon as he saw her. Angelina had brought her television with her when she moved in. It was charmed so it could show both wizard and Muggle channels. After the war, the wizarding society had decided to adapt itself a bit to the Muggle style. Since her father was a Muggle she was pretty used to technology but despite having a father who loved everything that had to do with Muggles, Fred didn't seem to have the same talent as her.

"It's good to see you too. I had a great day at work, thank you for asking," she said with a smile playing at her lips. He had somehow managed to change both colour and brightness and she didn't know what else.

Fred shot her a dirty look, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just help me turn this stupid show off. I've been watching it for an hour now, hoping it would end soon, but noooo, they had to have a special episode the day I decided to try to use your stupid telly. Never again I say, never!"

"Give me the remote and I'll fix it. How's dinner going by the way?"

"Shit!" he almost shouted as he threw the remote in her hand and ran out to the kitchen.

Angelina smiled to herself. Living with Fred was never dull. She changed back all the colours on the TV and changed it to the sports channel before making her way into the kitchen.

Fred was standing by the stove stirring in a large pot. He seemed to have calmed down a bit after the telly-incident. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his stomach and gave him a kiss on the cheek before putting her head on his shoulder.

"So you had a good day at work?" he asked as he added some salt in the pot.

"Yes, it was pretty good actually. I just missed you, that's all."

"Well I can't blame you for that, now can I," he said as he turned around and met her lips in a tender kiss. When they finally broke away, Angelina asked,

"Do you need help with anything?"

"You could set the table if you want. Or set some plates in the living room if you want to watch the Quidditch game while eating."

"Sure. Ron is playing tonight isn't he?"

"Yeah, I think so."

After graduating from Hogwarts, Ron had started training towards becoming an Auror while playing Quidditch on the side. At the same time as he had finished his training, a local Quidditch team had asked him to play with them, and less than a year later the Chudley Cannons (his favourite team of all time) had asked him to join. This had been a lifetime opportunity so he just couldn't say no.

"Tonight will be one of the group games between Tutshill Tornados and Chudley Cannons. Here come the players..."

"...and Weasley saves the quaffle, nice throw by Birch though..."

"...and Gudgeon catches the Snitch which means that the Cannons have won their first game in 11 years! Congratulations to the Chudley Cannons!"

Fred was standing up on the couch looking at the TV disbelievingly.

"Did you see that?! They won! Why didn't he play like that at Hogwarts?"

Angelina could only laugh as Fred practically jumped around the room in joy. He was so happy that his cheering almost kept them from hearing the knock on the door.

"I'll get it!" he shouted. "I need to spread my happiness!"

He opened the door and the sight that met him took the smile right off his face.

"Ginny? What's wrong?"

His little sister was standing in the corridor. Her hair was a mess, her clothes were wet and muddy probably from walking in the rain outside. Her mascara had drawn streaks down her cheeks and the eyes were red and puffy from newly shed tears.

"Can I stay here for a while?" she managed to get out before bursting out in tears again.

"Of course you can, sis. Of course you can," Fred kept making soothing noises as he wrapped his arms around her and led her into the flat. Angelina came into the hall to see what was going on. When she saw Ginny she mouthed,

"What has happened?"

"I don't know," Fred mouthed back with a pained look on his face. He hadn't seen his sister like this since she told her family all about what had happened during her first year at Hogwarts. It hurt him to see her like this, especially since he had no idea what to do about it.