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To everyone, Fred Weasley is dead. He was lost in the war, yet he descended with a smile.
To Mr and Mrs Weasley, they lost one of their twin boys, the children whom they lived for.
Molly Weasley resented every moment she raised her voice on the twins. She just wish they would grow up and give up their childish ways. Now, she can't help but ask for it all back. She yearns to raise her voice on Fred, at least he'd still be with her, under her care, for her to hug and for her to adore.
To Charlie, Bill, Percy, Ron and Ginny, they lost a brother who never failed to lighten up their lives. Yes, he was an annoying prat, but that's what defined him and that's why they loved him.
To George, he lost his other half, his mirror, his partner in crime. They were brought up together, they completed each other sentences, they were symbiotic. His twin was dead, he claims it was as good as him being dead. No one was able to meet his eyes, for not only did he remind everyone of Fred, George was the evidence that the world was wrong without Fred. There was no such thing as only George, it was either Fred and George or Gred and Forge, nothing less or nothing more.
Everytime I saw him at Fred's grave, he told me he wished he was with Fred. He didn't want this life without him, he couldn't live this life without him. He claims when such a thought entered his mind, he felt a hand on his shoulder and he knew it was Fred. George said he haunted him, every night. He came to him in his dreams telling him that he was disappointed, with everyone's actions at home, especially George's. "What's with all this mourning?" He'd exclaim "You think I'd let the house be like this if you were the first to go, for heaven's sake?" George gave a nervous laugh as he knew his dream wasn't a mere reflection of his imagination. He wasn't really gone, I knew too, because I've felt his hand too. And I feel his kiss when I cry.
Who am I to be balling my eyes out for Fred Weasley? Who the hell I am to Fred? Why doesn't anyone see my pain?
Because they fucking don't know.
"Angelina, I need to talk to you" The seriousness in his voice scared me completely. The world was in a mess, with Voldemort back in power and Deatheaters swamping every area possible. We all just prayed it would end, end so peace would be restored.
"What's up, Fred?" Angelina came over and hugged him from the back.
"Look, love." He paused as though trying to gather his thoughts. He started running his fingers through his hair. He was nervous, I knew.
"Fred, just tell me what is going on, clean and honest." The suspense was killing me. He brought me to sit under the big tree just next to the Burrow. He hadn't been himself lately, I was wondering why.
"Okay Angel, you know I love you, right?" I nodded and had no idea were this conversation was heading - honestly it was just freaking me out because I had a strange feeling he was going to break up with me.
"Alright, blimey, this is probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life." Upon hearing that tears started welling up in my eyes, Fred Weasley was about to break up with me. I didn't dare show him my face, so I looked away. I think that puzzled him, so he used his hands to meet our eyes meet. His blank expression immediately switched to that of worry when noticing the shine in her eyes.
"Angel, are you okay? Is this a bad time?" He questioned worryingly. I just shook my head and told him to continue.
"Okay, if you are sure." He paused again, as though pondering whether what he was going to say was justified and appropriate. I just studied his face the whole time and he suddenly turned to me and said "Oh merlin, I don't know how to put this." Just as I was going to open my mouth to say something, he blurted, "Let's get married."
I totally was not expecting that. I knew he was serious, many a time he used to joke about us getting married and having kids. But, he really meant it this time, I could see it in his crystal blue eyes. I had no idea what to say because it was too much for me to take and a tear slide down my cheek, tear of joy. Fred Weasley wanted to spend his entire life with me, how fortunate was I? As I dwelled in such thoughts, I didn't know I was just staring at him for quite some time.
"Please say something, Angel. If you don't want to marry me, it's.." He cut him off with a kiss on his lips. As we pulled apart, he had the famous Weasley grin on his face, indicating he was back to his usual self. "Do I take that as a yes?"
I was his wife. No, I am his wife. That very night we kind of eloped and got married, with George and Alicia as our witnesses. Yet, no one knew. It was spontaneous, quick and nothing like I imagined, yet it was the most beautiful moment of my life.
I asked him whether his family would be okay with it cause Daddy loved Fred, and I always told Daddy that Fred is, was and always will be the one for me. Daddy never failed to bless and hope the best for me. Fred said that the Weasleys love her, but he didn't want them to worry about any wedding hassle during this time of hardship. He was confident they'd understand, be happy for him and accept her graciously. Even if he did keep it from everyone, till now, 3 weeks after he is gone.
Now, all Daddy sees is a broken, torn, incomplete girl. Neither did I feel like his daughter, nor did I feel like the person I used to be. "I am a widow of the man I loved." That's all that went through my head. As I closed my eyes, with tears streaming down my cheeks, I felt a set of lips caress mine.
"Fred?"
I hope you guys like it! It's been ages since I wrote a story, but it just recently hit me (I know it's severely late) that Fred Weasley is dead. I knew he was dead, but I didn't realize how wrong it was. I hate how it wasn't dwelled upon in the books. Cheesy as it sounds, this is actually me speaking through Angelina. I actually have a plan for how this story would work out, so I'll continue if you guys say so! (: Therefore, go and review, NOW!
