Disclaimer: None of these characters could ever come from my 17-year-old mind. They are all creations of J.K. Rowling.
Fred's First Love
Chapter One: Strange Actions
"Mum, I'm telling you he's acting strange. He's been acting weird since he went to America to get that shipment of prank supplies 6 months ago." George yelled at his mother.
"George, dear, I'm telling you. Fred is fine. Maybe he was just effected by the Americans. Sometimes they are the rudest people…But most of them are nice…I'm sure he'll be fine, George." Molly Weasley answered him calmly.
Not to mention he hasn't been to the shop in 3 weeks…
George thought to himself. But, He thought as he walked up the stairs to his room, he doesn't give me a reason he's never there!Fred had mysteriously decided to move out when he returned from America stating he "needed more space to invent". George had said it was a wonderful idea and said he should probably stay with him but Fred had said he shouldn't.
When George had explained everything to his father all he had done was grin and chuckle. "I don't think it's very funny I'm losing my business partner and brother." He had said. But his father only stood there.
Mr. Weasley sat in the kitchen discussing his son, Fred, over coffee. "I do think George is right, Arthur, dear, we barely see him anymore. We barely hear from him!" Molly stated.
"My dear, Molly, don't tell me you don't see it?" Mr. Weasley said putting down his mug.
"See what?" She asked.
"It seems our Fred has fallen in love. Or, at least, is the only explanation I can conclude from all this. I'm going to pay him a visit this afternoon and have a chat with him." Mr. Weasley said.
"How did you draw up that conclusion, Arthur?" She asked.
"Well why else would he move out and not even call once in a while and not be at work?" He asked.
"I see what you mean." Mrs. Weasley said.
Arthur Weasley walked up the steps to his son's small apartment.
It wasn't much, but Fred said it was a "comfy fit" for him.
He knocked quietly on the door before opening it.
He grinned. Fred always leaves the door unlocked.
He walked slowly through the house. "Fred?" He said quietly so he didn't startle him.
A head with brown hair beaked through the bedroom door and then quickly disappeared.
"Uh…er…Hello…" The head appeared. "Fred's not here…He'll be back in a few-"
"Emily?" Fred came through the front door. "Dad…What are you doing here?"
"Your mother's worried about you. You never call. You haven't even gone to the joke shop in weeks!" He said.
The brown-haired head had disappeared. "And who was that?" He asked looking toward the door.
"Em…come on out…" Fred said.
Slowly a figure emerged. It didn't take long to realize the girl was in a wheelchair.
"Uhm…Hello, sir." She said.
"Hello. And who are you?" Arthur asked.
"She's my fiancee, dad, and the mother of my baby-to-be." Fred said. Arthur reached down and shook her hand.
"Why are you in a-" He started but she already started to answer his question.
"Don't go thinking I'm paralyzed or anything. I just have a disease in my left leg or something and it makes it unbearable to walk. But I can still do most things. The only problems are going up and down stairs, getting water since the sink is too high up, taking a shower, and getting around the house, sometimes." She said.
"And what's your name?" He asked.
"Emily Montana." She answered.
"Judging by your accent you're an American?" He said.
She nodded.
"Well it's been wonderful meeting you, Emily. We'll have to talk again sometime." He said as he made a turn to leave.
Fred grabbed his shoulder. "Dad," He whispered. "Please don't tell anyone." He said. "Ok." With that, he left.
She wheeled herself toward Fred the second Mr. Weasley was out the door. "I heard that, Fred!" She said looking hurt.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"Are you ashamed of me, Fred?" She asked, tears now shown in her green eyes.
"Ashamed of you? Emily, I love you." He said.
"Well then why won't you let me meet your family? Why am I always locked up in here? Why do you act like it's a chore, something you have to do when you help me around the house?" The tears began to fall. "Why do you stay with me when I need constant care you don't need to give to someone else?"
He kneeled down. "Em…" He started. "Don't you "Em" me! I want an answer!" She yelled backing away.
"Because I don't think you're ready to meet my family. Because you don't like going out of the house. It's not a chore. I want to help you. Because I love you." He said.
"I'm sorry." She said when he held her close, kneeling in front of her. "No…You know what? I'm going to throw you a big party. For you and the baby." He said. She smiled. "Party?" "Yes. With everyone in your family and mine." He said kissing her forehead.
"I don't know how you do it, Fred, but you can put me in a good mood no matter what." She said.
"Why don't we go into the living room and you can read me that weird romance type book you love so much." He grinned.
"It's not weird." She batted him on the chest. "It's a very good book. 'A Walk to Remember' is very asd but touching, Fred Weasley, and someday you'll see that." She said as he pushed her into the living room.
He transferred her to the couch easily. "I also can't believe I let you talk me into naming the baby Jamie or Landon after the main characters. Now where did I put that book. Oh, here it is. Hey! You already finished it." He said holding it up and smiling triumphantly.
"Your point being? We'll read it again then." She said, taking it from him and opening it to the front page.
"Jesus, will I have to hear this book for the rest of my life?" He asked sitting next to her and putting his arm around her. "Yes." Was all she said before she began reading the first page. " 'When I was seventeen, my life changer forever…. I'm fifty-seven years old, but even now I remember everything from that year, down to the smallest details. I relive that year often in my mind, bringing it back to life, and I realize that when I do I always feel a combination of sadness and joy…. This is my story, I promise to leave nothing out.
"First you will smile, and then you will cry--- Don't say you haven't been warned" She turned the page and continued, until she was almost asleep. Fred kissed her forehead, lifted her, placed her into her chair and walked toward their room.
A/n: Was it good? Review, please. Any extra comments? E-mail me: Princessjess103@hotmail.com
And a special shout out goes to:
Michael: I know you don't like that book…
Princess Potter: Thanks for telling me how the book ended before I read it last month!
Strega Brava: Thanks for helping me through my school days.