Chapter One: The death
Author's Note: I do not own Harry Potter that solely belongs to Mrs. JK Rowling. I do however own this plot and any characters that may make an appearance.
I was frozen and numb; all I could hear were my ear piercing shrieks reaching out for him. But he kept walking away. My Freddie he wasn't coming back to me. I didn't have him my shrieks turned into sobs as I realized where I was I was in /his/ room. This was the flat above the shop she lived with George now. I found comfort that he would understand her pain. Today was April 1st their birthday; today he would have been twenty, my body trembled uncontrollably as I got up heading to George's room shaking him awake. It was time for him to be up not lay around it was pointless to try as I counted the bottles of firewhiskey at his bedside.
"George… Please… Get up" I pleaded my voice shaking as I tried. It wasn't fair on me to be here. He reminded me so much of Fred.
"Angelina just… Go away!" George shouted reaching down as he took a swig from the firewhiskey. He was slurring his words and I so confused and hurt didn't think my next words.
"Fred, please you shouldn't waste the day in bed" The words slipped out of my mouth so quickly in the blink of an eye I saw the bottle of firewhiskey fly and he was cursing at me. I just stared at him so dumbfounded the words not registering as I saw another bottle fly my was slicing my cheek as I barely manage to duck it. I ran out of there my eyes clouded in tears. I hit Diagon Alley a violent churning in my stomach as I felt myself kneel unto the street the little contents in my stomach making their way back up. I sobbed for hours when I went back upstairs George was passed out and I mindlessly cleaned up the earlier mess. As I left for the day I tossed him out the bed barking orders of what I expected upon my return and went to search for a job. My first passion had always been quidditch and both Puddlemere United and the Chudley Canons were looking. I would focus on training until the tryouts. I would make one of the teams; my thoughts flittered to how George would be at home.
Would he be depressed? Or lonely? Perhaps I shouldn't have left him alone. I realized that I feared of how he would fare alone; he was in a bad place right now my mind flitted to the worst possible thoughts as I rushed home. He wouldn't try to take his life again right? He wouldn't he had promised me he wouldn't try that again. I knew for months now that I had been battling these feelings for George. It terrified me to think that he could take himself from me. I ran up the stairs taking two at time my heart pounding as I burst through the doors of the flat. The shiny clean flat just like I had asked him of that morning. I walked into his bedroom sighing with relief as I saw him passed out on his bed. I sit unto his bed kissing his temple lightly leaning down as I kiss his cheek lightly.
"Happy Birthday George…" I murmur softly my eyes closed as I brush my lips against his. My surprise comes as I feel his lips on mine first it is a tender kiss one that you would share with a lover. I don't know if it was him or if it was me but the kiss became heated I felt the tears coming from my face but the kiss didn't break. My breathing slowly became hitched as I pulled away my eyes swimming with questions.
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