A/N: Okay. So I had just 2 reviews for my previous chapter again. Is this story that bad? Or is it my writing skills?
Anyway, a huge thank you to alexisjenny and Megs745! I would dedicate this chapter to you both...but I'm not too sure about dedicating this particular chapter. I'll dedicate a more happy chappy to you ^_^ I hope I get more reviews this time! AAAND the song in this Chapter is Goodnight My Angel by The Celtic Woman. Billy Joel sang this song too (I think that was the original version), but I thought the Celtic Woman one was more appropriate for a female. Sorry I keep throwing these songs in, I just can't help it. :D

Warning: Character Death in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters; they belong to the amazing JKR.

Chapter 3

Angelina's POV

I was walking around the small, but homely, cottage briskly, making sure that the windows were tightly shut. I needed to. Times were not good these days, and I wasn't prepared to risk my husband nor my son in such times. But I couldn't help the smile that crept to my face when I thought of the two of the most important men in my life. I had given birth to my son, David Weasley, just three months ago, in the midst of the raging war. Even if he had been born in such tough times, he had still brought smiles to his parents' and relatives' faces; like a lone flower that bloomed in winter.

But that lone flower decided that he was feeling lonely just then, because I heard a loud cry from the nursery. I quickly made my way to the beautifully decorated room (Fred and I had made sure that every nook and corner was made safe, comfortable, and pleasant), only to see my son, who had taken after his father's skin tone and hair, waving his legs and hands around, crying. "Isn't David sleepy? Isn't my favourite baby boy tired?" I cooed as I reached into the crib and carried him. I snuggled him closely to me and sat on the rocker right beside the crib. "Should mummy sing you a song, hmm? The lullaby you like to hear", I smiled down at him, chuckling when he reached his small fingers out to wrap them around my index finger. "I shall take that as a yes, mister."

Goodnight my angel
Time to close your eyes
And save these questions for another day
I think I know what you've been asking me
I think you know what I've been trying to say
I promise I would never leave you
And you should always know, I never will be far away

I cuddled him a little closer to me, so that he felt safe and warm. Completely opposite to what I was feeling right now. Things were going from bad to worse all around me, and I feared Fred's and David's lives more than I feared for mine. Every time Fred went out to the radio station to do his stupid broadcasts, I panicked. I feared that every time he said 'I'll be back soon', those were the last words he'd say to me. And then there was David; I knew how vulnerable it was to leave him with a babysitter, so I left my job (a Healer) to be with him. Fred and I had already planned to move in with the other Weasleys, who were currently residing at their Aunt Muriel's house. It was just a temporary measure, till the war died down. In just a few days time, we were moving in with them.

Goodnight my angel, now it's time to dream
And dream how wonderful your life will be
Some day a child may cry and if you sing this lullaby
Then in your heart there will always be a part of me

By the time I was done singing, David was fast asleep. I sighed in relief. I thanked Merlin that this song worked miracles all the time; he always fell asleep when I sang it.

"It worked again, I see."

I looked up, fear evident in my features, and relaxed after realising it was Fred, leaning against the door.

"You arse, couldn't knock or make any other indications that you're lurking around here again, could you?" I grumbled playfully, thankful that my fear hadn't woken David up. I slowly placed him in the crib and walked towards Fred. "Welcome home, my favourite husband," I grinned.

"Why, glad I'm the favourite out of all the other husbands you have, sweetheart," he joked back, before leaning in to kiss me. I chuckled. It was really a wonder how the both of us always managed to cheer each other up with our odd sense of humour.

Just then, we heard the old radio we had crack in the corner of the living room, and immediately went towards it.

"Lightning has stuck. I repeat; lightning has struck."

Fred and I exchanged nervous glances. Isn't that the code name for Harry? Had he really made his way to Hogwarts? If he had, then was it going to happen tonight? The war? Almost simultaneously, I felt something heat up in my pocket, and I took it out. The old DA coin. Harry was indeed back. By the time I was done confirming that fact, Fred was already running around the house, making sure every single window is locked and secure.

"We need to go, Ang," I heard him say, and I nodded.

"Let me get David, we will leave him with the Tonks." I knew for a fact that none of the other Weasleys were going to stay behind at home and wait for updates from the fight. Half of their family was somehow involved in this, and Harry was family too. Since little Teddy Lupin was being taken care of by his grandparents and his mother (Though I sincerely doubted that Tonks was going to sit still while her husband fought), I thought I should just leave David with them too. I walked into the room and picked up a sleeping David, softly kissing his forehead. "I'll be back soon, sweetheart. Daddy and I will be back really, really soon. Just know that I love you with all my heart, David," I whispered to the still sleeping child, blinking back the tears. I felt Fred wrap his arms around me from behind, and leaned against him. I knew he was feeling what I was feeling; both of us knew that us never making it back home was a very huge possibility. But if that meant making this world a safer place for our son to live in, then I would gladly put my life in the front line and fight for him.

"It'll be fine, Ang. We'll be fine. Just see," he softly said, leaning in to place a soft kiss on both mine and David's forehead. I nodded my head, albeit reluctantly. I had this bad feeling. A very, very bad feeling about that night. I didn't tell that to Fred, though. I might scare him, and he would make me stay with David at Tonks'. Now that was what I didn't want. I wasn't about to sit around and mope while my husband was risking his life out there.

I quickly apparated along with Fred, holding David, to Tonks'. I passed David to Andromeda carefully, kissing his forehead. I was, for some reason, finding it hard to leave my son. Maybe it was the maternal instinct? I had never really left his side too much since he was born, anyway. When Fred's hand reassuringly wrapped around mine, I smiled up at him. "You can stay, you know. David will be much more safer with his mother around," he tried persuading me.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up and come, Fred. Let's go kick the arse of Snake-head."

Fred's POV

Never once had I ever imagined my second home torn to pieces like that. It was just dirt and debris lining what used to be the majestic Great Hall. True, George and I had never been ones who loved the whole 'lessons' part of the school, but that was the only part we disliked. After all, Hogwarts had served as the place where we first started our dream – the joke shop. And it was also where I found Angelina.

Which was why I couldn't help but feel the pang of sadness when I ran through the destroyed hall with my family, warding of Death Eaters on the way. It was a complete mess everywhere I turned.

"Fred, look out!"

I turned around just in time to block a curse from a Death Eater.

"Will you stop daydreaming and fight back already?" George shouted at me, taking his place right behind me.

"Well then, brother. Let the fight begin," I grinned, and we started to duel the Death Eaters back to back.

Just 15 minutes into the fight, and I had already seen people from our side fall. Too many people, for my liking. Thanking the heavens above that none of my family members were hurt (I know I was being selfish, but can you exactly blame me for that?), I went on to the second level, realising that it was a bit more of a mess there. Someone blasted idiot was trying to get through the secret passageway over there, and then destroy it. No one, no one knocked down the secret passageways of Hogwarts. George and I were protective of those areas.

I had just reached that passageway when I saw Percy, Ginny and Angelina ferociously duelling a bunch of Death Eaters. Ignoring the sudden lurch my heart did at the fact that Angelina had just missed a curse by few inches, I ran towards the group of them and started duelling with them. I knew Percy had returned – we had already seen him at the Room of Requirement. I had managed to give him a hard time, calling him a pompous brat and the other usual names I enjoy calling him, before willingly accepting him back. I might be immature at times, but I knew it when someone was being sincere.

"Fred!" Ang shouted over the commotion, grinning. "You're here!"

"Yes I am, Ang! Couldn't stay away from you," I winked at her, knowing well that she was going to smack my head later for replying cheekily in the midst of a huge fight.

Just then, I heard Percy conversing with his employer, the Minister, while fighting him.

"Did I mention I'm resigning?"

To say that I was shocked would be the understatement of the century. Percy freaking Weasley just joked. That would be a first time, mates.

"You're joking, Perce!" I shouted, the shock still present on my face. "You actually are joking, Perce... I don't think I've heard you joke since you were – "

I heard a very loud explosion, before Angelina's scream.

"FRED! MOVE!"

And I felt a rough shove of my shoulders, before flying backwards and hitting the wall violently. It took me a while to open my eyes and realise that part of the castle right beside the secret passage had been blasted. I cursed under my breath as I got up shakily, trying to spot my siblings and Angelina.

Angelina.

She was trying to push me out of the way...out of which way?

"Ang? Angie! Angelina!" I called out, acknowledging, with relief, the fact that both Percy and Ginny were alright. "Angie? Can you hear me? Where are you?"

Just then, I saw long, slender fingers poking out of a pile of the debris. I froze for a moment, hoping beyond hope that I was dreaming. I had to be, right? It might not be even her. Angelina?...No. It couldn't be her.

Slowly, I started removing the piles of rocks on top of the figure. I guessed that I didn't want to know who it was under the collapsed wall, which was why I was removing it in a painstakingly slow manner. And then, the thought that the person might still be alive occurred to me, and within seconds, I had removed all the rocks. It was Angelina.

"ANGELINA! ANGIE! Baby, look at me. Wake up. LOOK AT ME! Don't you dare die on me! Ang!", I kept shouting, unaware of the fact that Ginny and Percy were hovering above us by then, tears streaming down their cheeks. But I couldn't be bothered. All I was aware of was the dead woman before me, the woman whom I loved with all my heart. She was such a happy soul, she loved everyone, she always made me happy...why her? Why not ME? And then I realised yet another painful truth.

She died trying to protect me.

My Angelina died trying to push me out of harm's way.

I should have been the one dead.

A gut-wrenching, agonized cry left my mouth, a sound that not a single person had ever heard from me. Angelina was gone. She had died for me. She was gone, leaving me with a son. I looked down to see her staring eyes that no longer could see. I was never going to hear her laugh. I was never going to hear her argue with me. I was never going to hear her singing the lullaby to our son. She was gone.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was up on my feet, fighting with angst and fury that I never knew I possessed. Just minutes before, I was fighting to protect. To protect my family and myself. But the fact that Angelina had been killed, had fuelled me. I was fighting to kill, by then. Any Death Eater who came across me, met a violent and painful death. I didn't care. All I wanted was revenge, revenge for killing my wife.

"Ang...Ang...Ang" I kept muttering to myself, as if chanting her name over and over again would bring her back to life. But no, it was not happening. Even after the war was over, after Harry had defeated Voldemort, she hadn't woken up from her deep slumber. She wasn't acknowledging me. She wasn't acknowledging David, when Andromeda brought him over along with Ted. Angelina laid peacefully on a stretcher, not getting up to console the many people who were bent over her unmoving body, sobbing for a lost daughter, sister, friend, wife, and mother.

She was gone.

A/N: Oooh. Oops. She's gone. I will upload Chapter 4 soon, and you'll find out just what happens to our dear Angelina. Well, anyone who reads this story anyway, I'm beginning to think not many people do =/ Okay sorry. I'm this emo freak who gets sad when I get no reviews. Ignore me. And review :D

AND anyone who knows a good beta or is willing to beta for me, please PM me! Thank you.

~nsk-emerald