Hi everyone! New story time! This is basically predominately George and Ange with a little Fred thrown in...
(I do not own these amazing characters- JK Rowling does)
Prologue:
"There's me and your Dad when I was about… 8 months pregnant with you" Ange said to her daughter as she slowly turned the pages of the photo album- "There's me!" Roxy said excitedly as she pointed to a picture of George holding her just after she had been born. "Yeah that is most definitely you, sweetheart" she said softly as she kissed her daughter's rosy cheek and sighed happily as she watched her toothless and downright adorable baby girl. They turned onto a picture of Fred and Ange sighed-
"Was Uncle Fred nice? Funny, like Dad?" Roxy asked curiously- not meaning to hurt anyone, she was just an extremely inquisitive six year old. "Yes, sweetie- and he would have adored you!" she smiled as she hugged her daughter close. "And Fred" she laughed- wondering where the troublemaker had got to this time. Probably up to something with George.
As she sat there watching her daughter, she reminisced a little- thinking about her past, every little thing that had happened. The happy and the sad times all mixed together. She thought about what she would have to tell Roxanne one day and a pain went through her heart. Her daughter deserved to know the truth…
Ten years later:
"Why didn't you tell me?" Roxy shouted angrily at her Mum as she span around- her curly red hair bouncing as she moved- her brown eyes filled with yet to be cried tears. Ange followed her, tears already pouring down her face. "Love, I wanted to wait..." "Oh, boohoo! It's all about you, Mum!" Roxy shouted as she breathed deeply to calm herself down. Ange sighed and gestured to the nearby bench in the back garden of Molly and Arthur's home. She knew this day would come. "Sit down, Roxanne" she sighed as she moved to sit down herself. Roxanne reluctantly did so- she needed to know the truth. Ange sighed- "It's... a long story" she said as she didn't have to delve that far back into her memories- to a time that was... long ago, yet at the front of her mind most all of the time...