Just thought I'd get in another chapter while possible (:


So I explain everything... well, almost everything. They look at me wide-eyed, and I try very hard not to look at George, who's suddenly very tense.

It happened on April 17th. He was supposed to be at his Aunt's place, but there was urgent business he needed to get done. I was at Gringotts, and decided to linger. Something just felt different about the day, even though it was cold and draughty and horrible. I saw a red head in the distance, and decided to go over to it, and his face became clearer the nearer I got.

"Johnson?" He asked, when I was less than fifty metres away.

I nodded happily and we hugged. I hadn't seen any outside wizards for so long. So we got talking.

I asked about his family, and he asked about mine. It could have been hours that we talked about everything, from my Muggle parents, to Harry Potter and where we thought he was. He seemed keen to be getting things off his chest to an outsider, someone who wasn't locked up in a house with smelly Aunt Marge for weeks.

Then, things started to get different. It got dark, and he said that his family would get worried. I had this really sad feeling - well, beyond sad, really - that we were going apart so soon. So we walked silently over to his joke shop, and lingered out the front for a bit. It was such a hard time, and we were so messed up and sad and confused and we were the first outsiders to meet for a long time. Add that to my feeling from him at Hogwarts, and it was unstoppable really.

Long story short, he didn't go to Aunt Marge's 'till the next day.

"So that's why?" Ginny's the first to speak. She'd come down seconds after I said the first sentence and had caught on pretty quick.

The silence lasted a long time, and everyone was shocked, their faces totally blank. Her voice is sort of strangled, and she can't explain her sentence more, but I can guess enough.

"We made up a story because we were scared... We didn't know what it meant." I try very hard to leave out my feelings, that I thought I was inlove, because in hindsight I really don't understand it and I can't talk about it with his family. "He said he'd say that he saw a Death Eater and went up into his room. He'd lie that he put charms on it, and stayed up the whole night until the coast was clear, and... Dissaparated."

I look down at my over-buttered piece of bread, not able to bear their faces. They're all frozen, other than the baby in Harry Potter's lap, who's oddly quiet. I know this is hard, and terrible and sad, and rude and wrong and too soon, and I feel like a horrible monster. Just last night these people had been dancing and happy and kissing. Now, it's the most opposite thing to that. I feel like the room is frozen, like these people can't move because an unnatarul chill has frozen them to the spot.

I find my voice. "I should leave."

The ice cracks and Mrs Weasley looks at me firmly. "You shouldn't, actually."

I don't know which emotion is in her voice, but it makes my heart sink nonetheless.

"Well..."

"Er..." Mr Weasley says.

No one knows how to react. This is word than I'd imagined. Screaming, anger, sadness, yes, but not this... uncertainty, or whatever it is. I feel emotional, and I'm angry because they're not. I feel like shaking them, telling them to snap into the reality that I'm pregnant to their dead son. How does that not cause a reaction?

I stand up, those mixed emotions sizzling inside of me, and I move to the stairs muttering something about a toilet. I don't even know where the bathroom is, but I just go up the stairs until I reach the top. Here, I sit on the step and put my head in my hands, my light brown hair curtaining my face. I don't cry, because I can't, but I just sit here and digest my emotions and thoughts.

I've bombarded on a family's mourning. Well, no, it's worse than that, because they'd finished that stage. They were happy, or the happiest you get after losing someone. I mean, of course they'd never forget Fred, but they could move on. Have I pulled them back to their first state? No. I feel like I've pulled them back further.


I go back down the stairs slowly, and when I get near the end I pause and listen. There's voices, and they're low. The stairs are creaky, so I tiptoe slowly, trying not to make a noise.

"I still think she's lying." It's the unmistakable voice of George Weasley, the boy I danced with at the Yule Ball.

"Why would she lie about something like this, though?" Hermione Granger asks, her voice panicky.

"Vee have been in ze spotlight for so long, she's just jealous." Fleur Weasley says. "She vants to join."

"Why lie, though?" Harry Potter's voice says, siding with Hermione.

"I don't think she's lying." I can't pick this Weasley's voice, but it's empty.

"It doesn't make sense that she's lying." Ginny Weasley says. "Fred was absent for a night, and of course we believed him about the Death Eater thing. I actually thought about it over the weeks since the War, you know, feeling sad that he had to go through that before dying... And he was in such a good mood when he came back. All this time I thought he was just such a wonderful person, that he was trying to make us more cheerful by being cheerful, -"

"Are you saying he's not a wonderful person?" George asks.

"No, of course not. I'm just saying, that obviously... Well, he was obviously happy for a... reason."

There's a small silence that's only broken by the sound of the baby's small giggle.

There's a few sighs, and I hear the movement of forks. They're eating again, so I think it's safe to go down.

I take the last few steps of the stairs, trying very hard to look as though I haven't been eavesdropping.

Their eyes follow me as I sit down in my spot, starting on my untouched food. I eat it all, and when I'm done I stand up without a word, and leave the table to go to Ginny Weasley's room, where my bag is. I pick it up. It hasn't been touched, and I open it and look through. There's a few Sickles and Knuts, and not one Galleon. I sigh, and find enough for one night at the Leaky Cauldron. After that, I might try and find another friend who'll be willing enough to have me. That's my last resort, though, because being kicked out leads to questions. I know I can't keep it a secret forever, but I just wish I can.

Zipping my bag back up, I go back downstairs.

"Thank you for letting me stay the night, Mrs Weasley, it was very nice of you. I'll go to the Leaky Cauldron because I think I have enough for one more night. I hope we meet again some time."

I take a few steps towards the door, but Mrs Weasley stands up. "Don't go, Angelina. That happens to be my grandchild you're carrying."


I don't know whether Mrs Weasley is angry at me or not, but I take it as a good sign that she's letting me stay.

Fleur, Bill, Charley and Percy Weasley leave after lunch, so I'm moved to the spare room where Hermione Granger and Loony Lovegood were staying. Loony goes to Ginny Weasley's bedroom, and I don't understand what the swap is for until after dinner time when I go up into the spare room and get into bed.

"Ginny's angry, you know." I nearly jump out of my skins, for two seconds ago I was sure Hermione Granger was in the bathroom - which I located with ease.

"Oh." I huff. "Sorry, Granger, I thought you weren't in here."

"I'm not angry." She goes on. "Luna says she isn't, but Molly thinks she is, so that's why we swapped."

"Well... I'm sorry."

I sit up in the dark because I know I'll go to sleep if I lie down. She's sitting, too, I can just make out her figure through the darkness.

"I'm not angry, but all the same, I don't know how I feel about this. The boys and Ginny are like my own siblings, and it was a huge loss. I can't begin to think about how you're feeling."

I'm quiet for a while.

"Confused." I whisper.

She waits quietly for me to go on.

"In sixth year, George and I went to the Yule Ball. I was convinced that I was inlove with him. But then... a few weeks later, we realised that's not how a couple acts, you know... we were too easy-going, and were more like friends than a couple. So he broke up with me, and I was okay with it, but... there was Fred. I knew that if I began anything with him, people would talk. Everyone would have thought that I only wanted someone who looked like that, but I knew perfectly well their differences. George's freckles sort of make a swirl under his hair, and Fred's is more random, and there's one on his upper lip -" I stop short, my face going red. I speak way too much, and I'm mortified.

Granger laughs weakly. "Go on."

"Anyway, I didn't want to ask him out or anything, so I didn't. Not for the whole year. Then Cedric Diggory died, and I thought, well... I believed Harry Potter and Proffesor Dumbledore, that You-Know-Who was back, without question. And I became scared, because anyone could die now. Diggory died by a flick of the wand without a second thought. And it was confusing because I was scared for Fred Weasley out of all people!"

"I know what you mean." She says quietly.

I go on, because I've been wanting to talk about this for longer than I could ever imagine.

"But still, I didn't ask him out. Summer came, and I all but forgot about how I felt when around him, because well... because I wasn't around him." I laugh weakly before digging on. "Then it was our last year, and he didn't even want to be there. There was that Umbridge woman, and school was unbearable. I didn't get to see the twins half as much as I usually did, because, well, you know how they were, and how much trouble they got in... Quidditch was the best that life got. Until they got themselves banned. So the only thing I could look forward to, were the DA meetings. I always chose a spot to practise around him, just so I could listen to his jokes and his laugh." I go red, but I keep going.

"So, it was in DA, when Potter told us to flee. He grabbed my hand and we ran for it, George in front of him. I thought that he only grabbed my hand because I was closest, but once in safety, he sort of... smlied at me. And I smiled back, then a couple of my friends saw me, and I went after them. I let go of his hand very reluctantly, and when I looked back at him, he winked at me. That was the only thing that happened between us until a few months back, when we met in Diagon Alley."

Granger's quiet for a long time, and I feel awkward, but glad to finally have that out of me.

"So you're confused, because..." She finally says, then makes an educated guess. "You, er, spent a night with him, then didn't see him until the War. You came because of the coins. Angelina, what happened on the night of the War with you two?"

I swallow, my heart suddenly hammering. Tears prick in my eyes, and for a while, I'm unable to speak.

"Well, he kept his distance for a while in the Room of Requirements. Then when it... started... we went into a desserted corridor, and he kissed me. And he told me he had a dream the night before." My voice turns wondrous as I remember his exact words, and his voice, and his big eyes. "He said he dreamt about me and a girl who looked just like me. And there was a snake who asked him the names, and he said my name, Johnson, Angelina Johnson. But he couldn't say the other name, because he didn't know the girl. But there was a recognisition, and finally, he said it." I try and find the name, but I almost have a panic attack when I find that I can't remember. "A-anyway. He was about to say the ending, but he kissed me instead, and, well, it was a, er, good kiss. Anyway, we got seperated after that, because he had to go to his postions. I went to mine, and I - I..." My voice drops to a very low whisper, it's barely a breath. "I never saw him again until he was lying on the table. And I couldn't go over to it and cry over it like the rest of you, because then you'd know. I had no one to tell, and that's when I became confused, because I hurt like I never knew, because I never got to mourn like you did. I went home and told my parents everything. Fred. The war. The baby which I knew had to be coming."

I chocked back tears, but they came anyway. I wiped them away, hoping for it to go unnoticed.

"Then instead of offering their support, your Muggle parents kicked you out?" Granger asks, sounding horrified.

I don't answer, but I cry instead.

"Oh..." She says quietly.

The two of us, an unlikely pair of friends, Hermione Granger and Angelina Johnson, sit there for hours, she giving me her silent support, one that I haven't gotten for so many months, and I, crying, like I haven't for so many months.


I hope you liked this longer chapter. There is meaning to every little thing, and even if you don't like it, by the end of it, I will feel so much better about Fred dying.

Please review, all of you who've read it!

~Blue.