Chapter 1

This is the beginning of my new fanfic. I will not be using code names like I did last time, so be warned. It's might be a little weird for some of you, but for me, it just makes me feel a whole heap better about the whole Fred-dying-situation. I do hope you enjoy it. Please review. (I'm not a creepy fanficer, I swear.)

14th April - Before the War

They lie side by side, both deeply asleep, and he's dreaming of two girls, and a vast, white, open space. They look the same, although one has brown hair and the other has red hair, like his.
He takes a step forward, but there's a snake there. "What's her name?" The snake asks, but it's speaking English, which is weird.
"Johnson. Angelina Johnson..." He says.
"And the other?"
He stares at the other girl, but as hard as he tries, he can't recall ever seeing her before. But there's a recognisition, which is also very weird.
Then it comes to him, like a gift from the heavens, and all life is complete now because he knows the name, and it comes from his lips...
"Daisy. Daisy Weasley."
And then the snake strikes, and he's gone, but there's happiness.

1st August - After the War

"Mrs Weasley?"

"Yes, dear?" She says.

She looks happy, like I've never seen her before. Not that I've seen her a lot. A jolt goes through my stomach, and I open my mouth to speak, but for a while, nothing comes out. I feel like a jerk, like I'm going to break this woman's happiness all too soon.

"I've been kicked out of home, so I was wondering if I could stay for the night." This much is true. "I've been staying at the Leaky Cauldron, but I don't have much gold left on me, so I'll travel around friend's houses..."

"Well, I don't know where you'll stay but I'm sure I can find something for you, dear." She says, and she pats me on the shoulder. I swallow.

George comes in the back door with Loony Lovegood on his arm, and tears prick my eyes. I look away quickly, because it's too much the same... Too much the same.

"Sit down and I'll see what I can do." Mrs Weasley says, and she bustles off.

I sit down on the edge of the couch, my hands folded over my stomach. My heart thumps unevenly, and tonight's festivities is oddly distant. The future is burning brightly in front of me, and I know that tomorrow there'll be no more time that I can delay. Tomorrow. It's happening tomorrow, a few hours from now.

Was I the only one whose lips weren't kissed by another's? This doesn't bother me as much as it should.

"Angelina, I was surprised you were here." It's George. He called me by my full name.

I had to, I imagine myself saying. But I don't say anything.

He raises his eyebrows, but leaves me to dwell on my own. And then Mrs Weasley is back, a broom in her hand.

"You can go upstairs with Hermione, she'll show you where to go."

And so it begins.

I wake up, but I keep my eyes closed. Reality comes flooding back to me, and I realise that I'm hungry. I don't want to eat, because that means going downstairs. And going downstairs means telling the truth, which is something I've contemplated avoiding for the rest of my life. Why do I want to be the good person? Why can't I be the evil woman who turns up fifty years later who'll cause heartache and a feeling that time is wasted?

Because I know what it's like to know that time is wasted. Because I want to be here, deep down. Because they need to know.

So, I sit up. I don't know which room I'm in. It's a small one with yellow walls and a big window. I look out of it for a long time, and soon, Ginny Weasley wakes up, and with a jolt I realise that Ginny Weasley has been in this room the whole time. As if afraid she can hear my thoughts, I go out of the room. I want to get out of this crowded house right now, but I don't. This is it. I've chosen. There will be questions.

Am I okay?

Why am I so pale?

How's my parents?

Is everything alright?

Why was I kicked out?

I reach the end of the stairs, and I look out at the room, feeling like I don't belong. There's a lot of people here, yet they're smiling and happy and they do belong. I don't. There's all the remaining Weasleys other than Ginny Weasley because she's still in her room, Harry Potter, Loony Lovegood, Hermione Granger and a baby whose hair changes colours every five seconds. A baby.

They all look up at me.

"Hi." I find myself saying.

They all say hello and good morning.

"Are you okay, dear?" Mrs Weasley asks.

There's the first one.

"Of course." I say, walking to the kitchen.

"You're pale, dear, sit down." She says.

"Yeah, you're paler than usual. Are you sick?" Loony asks.

There's the second.

"Of course not." I say, sitting down on the last remaining chair.

They give me some breakfast, and all is quiet, awkward. I really don't belong here.

"How are your parents?" Mr Weasley asks conversationally.

The third.

I don't answer.

"Is everything alright, dear?" Mrs Weasley asks, a deep look of concern on her face.

The fourth.

I nod, buttering my piece of bread without looking at it.

They all exchange looks, and I hear Hermione Granger say something about me being kicked out. How does she know everything? Ron Weasley looks at me with his eyes wide, and I brace myself for the last one which is the one that really matters.

"Angelina, dear, I understand if you don't want to speak about it in front of everyone, but why -" Mrs Weasley starts, but I cut her off.

"No. You all need to know..."

They exchange quizical glances. I'm about to feign laughter and say I'm kidding, when I spit it out -

"I'm going to have a baby. And it belongs to Fred. It belongs to... Fred Weasley."

My first chapters are always short. Please review, let me know if it is too weird, because I don't want it to be, at all, whatsoever.

Your reviews mean a lot to me, so I can't wait to hear from you all (: