Hey everyone, sorry about my other story Annie and the Beast, I'm working on it but once again an idea popped into my head and I had to write it down…Also I'm sorry to all those Fred lovers (I'm one too) but I love George more..I mean got to love a guy who can lose an ear and then joke about it..lol…It is a bit sad at the beginning (something I'm not sure I like but kind of has to be) I hope you enjoy it… Sadly I do not own any of the Harry Potter character, J.K Rowling is their creator…I only own Addilynn and her family…and any later characters..hint hint ;)
Chapter 1- Battles, Tears and a New Start?...
My life changed in the blink of an eye, in one moment my world came crashing down around me. Time seemed to freeze as the love of my life was carried into the Great Hall, or what was left of the Great Hall after the battle ended. He seemed as if to be sleeping but if you looked closer you would see the absences of the rise and fall of his chest. His dark lashes kissed his mud covered freckle cheeks, an angle condemned to sleep forever. His mother's cries of despair and anguish could be heard in the distance as his brothers laid his body in a corner of the hall were his family had come together, to see who had survived this horrific tragedy. A man, identical to the one that sleeps but doesn't wake, clutches onto his other halves as if by such a simple touch could wake him. Another man, slightly older then the first wipes away tears of anger and guilt, as the oldest man of the large family comforts his weeping wife. All sound stops, as time stands still. The once happy family now filled with sadness and mourning.
I could feel my heart breaking, crumbling into a million pieces, as I stared at his angelic face. I fell to my knees as a ripple of pain coursed through my body. I wrapped my thin arms around my shivering frame, as sliver tears rain down my face; falling onto the dirty floor. The only sounds I could hear were the cries coming from the Weasley's, the family I was going to be a part of. My life, my love was gone. The one person I loved most was dead; all because on one man's sick thinking on life. I felt numb as I saw my future, my dreams fading into the distance and the thoughts of what was to come next came to be. I knew I must have looked a mess with my wild brown locks, which had been matted with leaves and mud; my pale complexion ashen and smudged dirt and grime. I knew my eyes held no laughter or shine like they had once upon a time which seemed so long ago. Doubt and fear filled my mind as my thoughts consumed me, something far worse than a life sentence in Azkaban.
A touch brought me out of my discerning thoughts. I jumped up pulling out my wand before pointing it in my attackers face. Only to be met with a pair of almond shaped, emerald eyes, that held sadness and understanding.
"Whoa! Addi it's me, Harry. Look I'm not going to hurt you." Harry Potter. The boy, no man who saved the wizarding world and my friend, stood in front of me; hands in the air in defense. His normally bright green eyes seemed dim thanks to the years of fighting and the loss of loved ones. He was only seventeen but he looked like a man who had held the weight of the world on his shoulders. His gaze was of one of wisdom and experience. Though most of his success was thanks to luck, he had learned from each one, taking them to heart; which helped in the defeat of Voldemort. His eyes studied my tear stained face before pulling my small shaking frame into his tall lean one. "We'll get through this Addilynn, we all will. We have too." His voice was horse with sympathy and determination. How could I move on when the one person I cared most for wouldn't? I thought bitterly before pushing out of Harry's embrace, causing a look of confusion to play on his face.
"You make it sound so easy, I spat at him; voice rising, catching the attention of the Weasley's and a few others, you haven't lost the one person most important to you!" I sneered, glaring at him, not caring who was watching. His eyes widened before they turned serious and his jaw set.
"Don't act like Fred's death only affects you Addilynn. Harry's tone was calm but hard. His gazed slid from me to the Weasley's and back to me, which cause my gaze to also look towards the Weasley's direction. Don't act like you were the only one that loved him, the only one who cared about him. You aren't the only one who's hurting. The Weasley's just lost a son, a brother, a friend Esmee." I could feel the stares of the Weasley family but I couldn't meet their gazes; knowing I'd see Fred in each of them. It's not the same Potter. You still have Ginny, Ron Hermione. I will never hear his laugh, see him smile. I'd never feel the warmth of his arms around me as we laid in the happiness that was us. I'd never be Mrs. Fred Weasley, never have the life I was going to have. As if she could read my mind Molly Weasley, the mother of the man I was going to marry one day; the head of the Weasley clan, left her husband and slowly made her way to me. Stopping arms length away she reached up and cupped my dirty cheek as her dark blue eyes searched mine. I saw her pain, the pain a mother feels at the loss of losing a child but at this moment her gaze held sympathy and understanding. She smiled slightly, and even in such a grim and dark time it held warmth.
"Come dear, let's take a walk hmm?" It may have appeared as a question but I had known Mrs. Weasley long enough to know that it was a demand. Mrs. Weasley looped her plump arm through my own thin one, pulling me away from her family and Harry, passing by where her sons lay; one dead the other alive. I could feel the stares of the Weasley's and many others burning holes in my back. As we passed I met the gaze identical to that of the man I love. George's once sparkling mischievous gazes was now dull and lifeless. He looked empty and lost. I hated myself when the thoughts filled my head. Why couldn't it have been George? Why couldn't it be the lesser twin? Why couldn't the twin with a future, with a ch-? I stopped myself disgusted with my horrid thoughts; I tore away from his broken stare, deciding to keep my gaze straight ahead. I could feel Mrs. Weasley's gentle pats as we made our way through a seemingly broken Hogwarts.
We walked aimlessly down different corridors stopping here and there, Mrs. Weasley pointing out different places and reminiscing about the times she and Mr. Weasley had had. As we came to the astronomy tower, I gently pulled away from her side sighing. She looked at me, a soft expression graced her tear stained face. As I looked at her I could see Fred in her. I looked away quickly as a stabbing pain ripped through my heart; hearing her sigh before I heard her moving. From the corner of my eye I could see her leaning against the balcony, gazing into the distance. Silence enveloped us; neither of us looked down towards the grounds of Hogwarts knowing what we would see; the bodies of the many brave people that lost their lives fighting for what they believed to be right. Instead we looked into the distance landscape as if picturing ourselves else were.
"How far along is it?" Molly's voice broke the silence; I turned my gaze in her direction to see her looking patiently at me. What did she-
"What?" I asked not quite sure I heard her right and slightly confused by the question. Molly gave me a look that seemed to be saying almost that she understood my slowness but that it wasn't that hard of a question.
"I said how far along are you dear?" The tenderness in her tone brought tears to my eyes and my "strong" act to crumble. Silvery tears attacked with a new purpose as the realization hit. I was going to be a mother to a child that would remind me of my lost love for the rest of my life; a child that would never know its father. Small arms brought me into a loving embrace. Warmth filled my cold body as Mrs. Weasley held me, cooing encouraging words before she became silent.
"Addilynn dear, how far along are you? How long have you know?" She questioned caressing my face and wiping my tears away. She looked at me with love and patients in her eyes. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, my emotions; afraid if I didn't I would break again.
"About a couple of weeks I think, I'm not sure. I sighed before continuing, I missed my period and Fred and I, we um, I paused slightly embarrassed to talk to my lovers mother about our sex life. I looked at her feeling the warmth of a blush spread across my face. She smiled gently, almost knowingly before muttering "go on dear," I sighed again taking a deep breath before starting again. We had made love a month ago and well I assumed with me being late and all that I, I was pregnant. I was going to tell Fred after all this was over but now it, it doesn't matter." I didn't notice that once again I was crying until a drop hit my hand.
Molly sighed, "Of course it matters dear; she paused deciding on what to say now. I, I know you loved and still love my son, my Fred very much and I know that you're in pain but you are not the only one love, like Harry- don't interrupt me Addilynn its rude. Like I was saying Harry was right but you have every right to mourn, we all do it differently. Fred's death doesn't change anything, you hear me? It doesn't change the fact that I and my family love you or the fact Arthur and I see you as another daughter or even the fact that George-, nothing changes sweets; especially now more than ever." Molly rubbed her hand gently up and down my arms reassuringly.
"Thank you Molly. I, I don't know what I would do, do without you all." Her gentle smile was contagious and I couldn't help the small watery smile appear on my face.
"Come now dear, dry your eyes you have to be strong for two now. You aren't in this alone and you are more than welcome to stay with us for as long as you like. I know it will be hard but you have to try and move on. Now, now I'm not saying completely forget him but, she paused sighing, eyes closed trying to keep the tears at bay. I knew what was coming and braced myself. She took a deep breath her eyes opened to show glossy eyes, before she spoke once more. Fred he isn't, her voice horse, he isn't coming back love, so we all must try to move on." Her calm voice cracked with heavy emotion. Silence once again surrounded us, as we were lost in each of our own thoughts. Molly to the thoughts of her lost child and her families future, and mine to my lost love and the little one growing inside me. The thought caused my hand to securely rest one my stomach; catching Molly's eye.
Our eyes met and we shared a smile knowing out of the bad comes the good. I knew I'd never forget Fred, he was my first love after all but maybe just maybe life would be okay.