Disclaimer: I am not the lovely and talented J.K. Rowling. The charactors are hers, not mine.
She felt the warm, soft hands that reminded her so much of Fred grasps her hands tightly. Angelina hoped to Merlin that George had not heard her say those words, but the look in his clear, tear filled, blue eyes said it all. "Angelina, we need to get you to a healer. Fred, he would want me to take care of you. I know it." She looked back at the smile she loved so much and nodded at George.
After having Madam Pomfry check both Angelina and the baby, Alicia came over to hold her best friend in the whole world. She felt reminded of her seventh year at Hogwarts, the night Fred had left the school in a storm of fireworks. Of course he had taken her aside and told her what he and George were going to do, but it had not sunk in until the moments after they flew away on their broomsticks. That night Alicia sat and held her until she had received an owl from Fred at 3 o'clock in the morning. The only thing she knew was different was that she would never receive the owl from Fred telling her that he was save, for her not to worry, and that he loved her with all his heart. She did not know if she would be able to stand it. After it felt like she had cried every last tear out of her, a voice sounded in her head telling her that she must be able to stand it, she must be able to for her and Fred's unborn child.
Molly Weasley walked over her and laid a soft hand on Angelina's shoulder. She looked up into the soft, brown eyes of the woman who gave birth to her love. "Angelina, dear, do you have a place to stay?" she inquired.
"I could either go back to the shop or my parent's house, but I have not seen them in over a year," responded Angelina
"Well then darling, you will just have to stay with us," Whispered Molly.
Angelina could not even get the words," Thank you," out of her mouth. It was astonishing, this woman had just lost her son, but she was strong and thinking of other people. Mrs. Weasley looked at Alicia and went to pick Angelina up. The words that remained unspoken between the two of them exchanged in the look that they gave each other.
The Burrow was an amazing place to be. The energy that radiated from the love hidden in the walls was great. George slowly guided Angelina to his and Fred's room, as they entered the room it occurred to her just what he had lost. Not only had he lost his brother, he had lost his other half. At that moment she could tell that they would be the others rock, the one person who would help them through this horrible thing.
AN: What do you think? This is my first Fanfic and I want to know if I should just give up or continue writing. Please Please Please review!