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Alicia Spinnet was carrying the child of Fred Weasley. The normally calm and happy girl was still in in utter shock. You make one slight mistake, seriously, look what it gets you! She was pregnant with a dead man's child. Worse-yet, her best friend, Angelina Johnson, was said dead man's girlfriend.
"What in the world am I going to do. You have one slip up and you get pregnant." It could be worse, she reminded herself, wait, it could not be worse. Alicia burst into tears.
Three months ago. . .
Alicia had been drinking a little. . . Okay, so she had been drinking a lot. It wasn't her fault, she had meant to relax for the night with George, but he had Order business to complete. So here she was, sitting with the wrong Weasley. Not that there was any thing wrong with Fred, but he wasn't George. Alicia happened to be in love with George, not that he noticed that or anything. That was probably for the best.
Life was too dangerous to worry about romance.
They had both been drinking. Fred was her friend, they had gotten drunk together before. Angelina was off with her parents, so he was spending time with Alicia. There was nothing wrong with that. They had done it numerous times before.
They somehow fell into each other, it had been an accident, Alicia was full with pent up sexual energy because George was still oblivious to the fact that she was in love with him.. Fred was just more drunk than Alicia and he hadn't seen Angelina in a few months, he was horny.
It wasn't really his fault. Or hers. They both got carried away.
Alicia blinked, remembering the day that she had made her big mistake. A month before the final battle. If it hadn't been for all of the stress that she had been under. . . she might have realized that she had missed her period. Now she was three months pregnant and she was absolutely miserable. It was now too far into her pregnancy for her to feel that terminating her pregnancy was even an option. She wasn't even sure if it actually was or not.
When she had visited her doctor the week before, she had thought that she had come down with the flu. But of course, it wasn't the flu. Why couldn't it have been the flu? Plus, she felt absolutely awful, morning sickness was making her incredibly tired , but that wasn't even close to what the real problem was.
What was she going to do?
A/N This is just a prologue, this crazy idea came into my head. I am so sorry for doing this to such amazing character. But at least I wasn't the one who killed Fred. I would never do that. Sorry if the writing is a little lame, I just wanted to start the story really fast. Thus, now I can get on to the juicy stuff.
Review, please. Flames shall be accepted humbly. But please don't yell at my story line. Writing is helping me get over the desolation in my heart that was caused by Deathly Hallows.