Chapter 2: Our Own Little Family

The Battle of Hogwarts was over. Voldemort was dead, and Harry had won. Angelina and George had emerged later to help finish the battle, and had finally found Fred, alive and well. Now the trio were standing out in the grounds hours after being reunited, taking in the carnage around them. So many had died.

"Now, we can finally rest!" George sighed.

"Yeah, and get going with life!" Fred added. He turned to Angelina and took her in his arms. "Come on, love, let's go find a place where we can be alone. I'm betting that snog after the battle was just a preview." But Angelina gently squirmed out of his embrace and turned away. "Ange? What's wrong, love?"

Angelina wouldn't look at either of the boys. "How can you love someone like me?" Fred goggled at her.

"How can I…bloody hell, Angelina, do you realize how scared I was when I couldn't find you?"

"That's not what I meant," she responded. She turned back to face them. "How can you love someone who can't love you back in return…completely?"

"I don't understand," Fred offered. He took her hand. "Angelina…I need to know…do you love me or not? Whatever you're answer is, I'll understand." Angelina stared at him, and then suddenly burst into tears.

"Oh, you want too much!" she sobbed. "I love you! Isn't that enough? I can't help what's passed." She looked down at the ground. "I do love you…but I love him too."

Fred stared at her. "You love him too? Who's him?" A new thought made an anger erupt within him. "Lee Jordan?" he demanded.

"No!" Angelina answered quickly, and she almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the thought. Then, she looked at her other best friend. "George."

The boys stared at her, stunned, as she proceeded to explain.

"While you guys were with your family, I went off into the grounds to be alone. I had to think. My feelings for the two of you have become muddled…recently, and I wanted to straighten them out once and for all. So, I performed a very complicated bit of magic. It's called a Devotion Spell. It's meant to show the caster who they're true love is. Well, I did and what happened was very rare: visions of both of you came out of my wand. They told me that I loved you both equally in my heart. I showed Minister Kingsley the procedure, and he said that it is indeed a rare result of magic, so rare that it must be honored. Therefore, I can marry both of you – polygamy – but it would not violate any moral codes." She paused to look up at both of them; George was deliberately avoiding eye contact with her and his brother. "I love you, Fred, George – I love you like this!" She made to run to them and kiss them, but the twins, disturbed, backed away.

"No! Angelina, magic or no magic, I don't think this is right," Fred conjectured. He turned to George. "Do you?"

"I'm not sure," George admitted. "Can't you just choose?" he asked Angelina, wanting to hide the secret longing to go through with whatever she said.

"No, I can't! And I don't want to." She reached for them longingly. "Please Fred, George. I want to marry you guys. I want you boys – in my bed. I love you both more than anyone has ever loved, and I want to build a family with you."

Fred and George looked at each other. They decided right then and there that they would do this together. "Alright," they agreed in unison. Angelina blinked in surprise.

"Really?" she squealed.

"Yes," said George, and he and Fred enveloped her in their arms. Then, Fred had a thought. "What will Angelina's parents say? Or our family?"

"Doesn't matter," George deflected. "We'll build our own little family now. It's going to be great."

Angelina smiled up at both of them. She was going to get everything she'd ever wanted.