A/n: So it's sort of a Fred/Angelina/George which i never write but i do really like this. anyways please leave a comment and don't favorit without reviewing, it drives me crazy. Enjoy.

Word Count: 405

Play Pretend

You've always pretended

ever since you were an

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little girl.

:::

Your mum though it was stupid,

Your dad thought it odd

"You're a witch Angelina."

(so why believe in muggle fairy tales?)

:::

You were always in your own little world

One of faraway lands

and knights in shining armor

:::

No one ever really got it

-except you-

Your own little secret.

:::

but then you met him,

Fred Weasley.

and you didn't have to pretend anymore.

:::

You were just you

and he was just him

((whoever they were))

:::

You found your home at Hogwarts

with Katie and Alicia,

and on the quidditch pitch with Fred and George.

:::

You almost forgot the games you used to play,

In far off lands

On a hot summer day

[almost]

:::

But all good things must come to an end

even if they've barley started

(Angelina and Fred)

Is no exception

:::

Because you're in the middle of a war, darling

And death is a part of that

You just never thought it'd be Fred

:::

Then the war ends

And it's time to rebuild

You know [move on]

:::

But it was Fred

How can you just forget him?

And what you had.

:::

You're not the only one grieving though

There is his family

And George, now twinless

:::

And George looks[is] just like him

Same sense of humor,

And redred hair.

:::

So you pretend,

Just like when you were little.

:::

You pretend your life isn't in shambles

You pretend you're not married to the love of your life's twin

And somehow, you're able to get through the day.

:::

You're always reminded of Fred though,

There's the joke shop he held found

Clusters of red haired children

[He'll never get to meet]

And the echo he's left behind

{pounding in your ears}

:::

And suddenly it's been five years

(already?)

And you miss him

((but not as much))

:::

You start to cope,

and do the unthinkable

move on.

:::

That echo starts to quiet

and the pain in your chest does something unexpected,

It begins to dull

the pain becomes bearable.

:::

Then you wake up one day

and realize your life is pretty great,

You're married to this amazing guy

and have two wonderful children.

Little Freddie is just like his namesake

And Roxy, she's just like you.

:::

You don't have to pretend anymore

You're done with those silly little games

You're finally awake

{and it feels great}

fin.