Shipping Shuffle Challenge [FredAngelina]
Take Me to Church
Angelina found herself at that little run-down church her mother had taken to when she was younger, before the argument between her parents and her mother's parents. Angelina hadn't been in this church in years yet somehow she had ended up here. Angelina was a stranger here, barely anyone bothered to flicker a glance her way as she entered the dimly lit hall that held what must have been only about a hundred people within its confines.
The church was almost exactly the same as she remembered it to be. The stained windows that were meant to allow delicate slivers of brightly coloured light where still covered in a thick layer of dirt and dust. The benches were still rickety and on the verge of collapsing, held together only by a few additional pieces of wood that had not been there before. The pew in the front of the hall still remained looking as new as ever, the most carefully taken care of section of the entire church.
The church was not the same though. The atmosphere was not the slightly cheerful and familial atmosphere Angelina remembered from when she was younger. Everyone within the church was a stranger. It was not even the same atmosphere of merely two months ago when she had brought Fred to this church. Fred had been surprisingly well behaved during the visit and had not jinxed anyone or anything during that visit perhaps he had understood the serious atmosphere that always seemed to haunt the church. Fred had only made it his mission to make her laugh throughout the entire sermon. Fred had made everything in the church feel more hopeful and cheerful even though the Dark Lord's rule had been looming over them. The fact that something so normal could still continue had given her hope that everything would be back to normal and the Dark Lord would be defeated at last.
While everything had returned to normal, Angelina's entire world had been turned upside down when she had seen the unmoving figure of Fred lying on the floor of the Great Hall, his laughter still filling his features. The entire world had seemed just that much duller. Angelina had felt physically sick but she was unable to prevent herself from moving closer to the frozen body of the person she loved. The only person she had felt safe with, the only person who had made Angelina feel like she was in heaven while his arms were wrapped around her, the only person who made her feel like the madness the world had been reduced to could be calmed.
Angelina had known there would be casualties. It was war but she had never thought Fred would be one of them. The thought of Fred who was always so full of laughter and life, always making a joke no matter the seriousness of the situation, being dead seemed as preposterous then as it did now but he was. Perhaps she had come to this church to remember everything they had been through, remember every memory they had shared, everything that had made the two of them just that much happier.
Maybe, just maybe, Angelina would be able to find a piece of the hope Fred had gifted her the last time they had been here.