A/N: Sorry for the delay! Life is hectic. I'm having a bit of a problem with this story, but I shall keep this going. I hope something or someone inspires me soon, ahahah. Though the Phelps twins are doing a very good job...

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

Chapter 4

Angelina's POV

I was floating. Floating and floating...but I wasn't sure just where I was heading. I remember that something really hard had hit me in the head, but I wasn't too sure whether I was dreaming or not. Because I did not feel anything at all – no soreness of the part of my head which got hit, no head-splitting headache that I knew follows a hard hit, no dizziness. Nothing. I felt absolutely fine, except for the fact that I was floating, and Fred was nowhere to be found. That man, he was so taken back by the fact that Percy had joked that he hadn't realised that he was right in the middle of it all; he would have got the worst impact when the wall was blown away, if I hadn't pushed him away.

Wait a minute. I pushed him away. Then where did I land?

Oh Merlin. Please don't tell me...did I get the impact instead? Am I dead?

Just as I was about to get into a frenzy mode and panic (only Fred could calm me down), I saw a figure walking towards me. Tentatively, I walked closer to the nearing figure, feeling a little insecure. Who would it be? Would the person harm me? Well, if I was really dead, harming me would be quite out of question.

"Hello, Angelina. What a pleasure to see you again."

Trust me when I say I almost peed in my pants, however unglamorous that sounds. It was Albus Dumbledore.

"Pr-Prof-Professor Dumbledore? You...you were supposed to be dead!" I spluttered out, before clapping my hand over my mouth. It wasn't a really nice, and sensitive, thing to say, I realised. "Sorry" I muttered.

Dumbledore merely chuckled. "That is alright, Angelina. And yes, I am dead."

"So...does that mean I'm dead too?" I asked him, prepared for the inevitable.

"I'm afraid so."

I was expecting that answer, yes, but that didn't make me feel any better. I was dead. I was 20, and I was dead. But more than that, my heart broke at the fact that I would never be able to see David grow up to be a man like his father. I would never be able to be with Fred again, and watch our family grow. All those truths weighed down on me, and I collapsed to my feet.

"I...I didn't want to die. I wanted be with Fred. I just wanted to save him..." I mumbled, trying to control my tears. The one thing that made me feel better was that I managed to save Fred. He was alright. That was enough for me.

"Now now, Angelina. There is no need to be overwhelmed with such sadness now, is there? Everything is over. You did it; you made the world a better place for both your son and husband," Dumbledore said, kneeling beside me. I gave him a wet smile and a nod.

"Yes, Professor. At least there was one good outcome out of this night. I just hope they're fine...Fred and David. I know the other Weasleys are going to help them through this, but it's not going to be the same as having a wife and a mother, is it?" I asked him, sniffing a little. That had become my biggest fear, the fact that Fred and David are going to have troubles managing without the love of a wife and a mother respectively.

I saw him smile. "That is precisely why you're here, instead of attaining the peace that you should have attained already, Angelina. Your soul is not yet at peace. You are what muggles would call a 'Restless spirit'. A good one, though," he added quickly upon seeing my eyes widen in shock. "You are just not at peace yet, because you have worries. You are worrying about Fred and David, about how incomplete their lives will be."

It still amazed me just how Dumbledore always managed to know just what the hell was going on in everyone's head. And being dead merely made him wiser than he already is.

"So...what is going to happen to me now? Do I stay here? Or..." I trailed off, not really knowing any other options. It was the first time I was dead after all.

He smiled again. "You go back, Angelina. But no, not as an alive person," he cut me when he saw that I was about to squeal. "You'll be going back as a spirit. You'll be with Fred and David, and only Fred will be able to see you."

I was confused by then. He wants me to go back...as a spirit...be with Fred...converse with him...and?

"Guide him, Angelina. Guide Fred into this new life, guide him till he finds someone who'll stick with him for the rest of his and David's life," he softly said, which made me tear more. Of course. I couldn't stay forever, could I?

"So, I can stay with them till he finds...like...a new love? Someone who will take care of him and David the way I did?" I asked.

"Yes, that is the basic point."

I nodded my head. I am going to go back. Even if it killed me (yes, all over again) to realise that I was the one who was going to find Fred another love, I was going to do this. I needed to see Fred, and David, through this. And I will. After all, if I don't, who will?

Fred's POV

I was still lying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling blankly. It had been a week since that day. A week since I slept well, 5 days since Angie's funeral, and 2 days since I last saw my family members. They kept coming over in an attempt to console me and the likes, but I didn't need someone to console me. I needed someone to tell me what to do. To guide me. Angelina would have known that, she always knew me.

The only other person who understood what I needed was George. Which was why I wasn't hexing him into oblivion for almost tearing down my bedroom door in an attempt to wake me up.

"Fred, stop moping, and get up. David's crying. I can't seem to calm him down. He needs familiarity, he needs you. Now go," he said as I felt him pulling my covers away from me. I grumbled something incoherent and got up, rubbing my bloodshot eyes. All I wanted to do was to stay in bed for the rest of my life, but George was right, David needed me. An innocent life did not deserve to lose both his parents when he was barely able to blabber. I got up and dragged myself to the adjacent room, which was the nursery. I reached into the crib and carried David before cuddling the crying child closer to me. "Ssshhh...it's alright David...sleep..." I tried persuading him, but to no avail. He was too used to listening to Angelina's lullaby before falling asleep. I swallowed the lump that rose in my throat.

"Fred? I have to go now. I don't trust Ron with the store, he has a knack for screwing things up, you know that. I'll just go and make sure everything's alright. Just send me an owl if you need anything, right mate?" George asked, poking his head through the door. I nodded, unable to find my voice. I hadn't been able to talk to anyone at all, except David. Even then, it was soft whispers.

When I heard the front door shut, I sat on the rocking chair beside the crib, and slowly started to rock my son to sleep. I needed to think of anything else, anything except her. Thinking about her was killing me inside all over again.

David, as if sensing my distressed, started crying out loud again. "Sshh...David, be a good boy, come on...Sleep, my son," I tried again, and though it managed to calm him down a little, he was still crying.

"Goodnight my angel time to close your eyes...and save these questions for another day..."

I looked up suddenly, heart thumping fast against my ribcage. Was it...was it her? It sounded so.

"It's me, Fred. Angelina."

I started looking around feverishly, too scared to even stand up from the rocking chair. It couldn't be her...could it? She was dead, right? Then how...

That was when I saw something translucent materializing right before my very own eyes. A few seconds later, Angelina, looking very alive to me, was standing right there, smiling.

"Ang?"

"Yes, Fred. It's me."

"Ang!" I whispered, unable to stop the tears from forming in my eyes. She was here. She wasn't dead! "You aren't dead! You're here!" I quickly stood up and placed David in the crib, since he seemed to be more calmed down with his mother's presence.

I turned to Angelina, only to see her smiling sadly at me. "No Fred, I'm sorry. I'm not alive."

I shook my head. "No..no, you are alive. I can see you, I can talk to you. You're alive," I started ranting, but I could already see that though Angelina was there...she wasn't truly there. I could actually see through her, I could see the door that was behind her. The one that under normal circumstances, I wouldn't have been able to see.

"Ang...why can I see through you?" I asked her, not wanting to know the answer, but dying to know the answer at the same time.

"I'm dead, Fred, and NO, you can't change the fact even if you want to," she cut me when she saw that I was about to protest.

"Then...why? How?" My voice was wavering by then.

I saw her smile. That beautiful smile... "I'm here to help you, Fred. To guide you. Till..." I saw her pause for a moment, as if contemplating something. And then she looked at me again. "Only you can see me, hear me, and talk to me. I'm here to help you, because till you are settled in your life, till David is settled, I can't really...you know..."

No, I wanted to say. No, I don't. But I didn't. She seemed to be tired, and sad, so I didn't say anything. I just smiled, and took a few steps forward. "I missed you, Ang," I whispered to her, and held my hands out. She too reached her hands out, but when our hands touched, I was just...touching the air. Upon further concentration, I could feel some warmth at the part of my fingers that was touching her. That was all. I stared sadly at where our hands were connected.

"Why, why did you push me away! David needs you more than me..." I started blabbering, the tears that were filled in my eyes already spilling over. I had never been someone who cried, I was Fred Weasley for crying out loud. But right then, it was all too overwhelming for me to tolerate.

Angelina was shaking her head vigorously by then. "No, no no, Fred, listen. I do not regret pushing you away then, I do not regret it now either. Never think that you should have been the one dead. Let me remind you that you are the one who makes this world a better place by making everyone laugh," she chuckled.

But I was still not convinced. "No..."

"Oh Fred, please, let this guilty conscience of your go, and try to get back to the normality of life. David needs you, love. Don't let him down. I'll be right here with you," she softly said, her warmth getting stronger as she neared me.

I stood still for a moment, just looking at her, before smiling a little. "I love you, Ang. I love you so much. Don't ever leave me."

She smiled. The smile seemed...sad? "I love you too."

And though I started to believe that things might not be too bad since she's here now after all, I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy about how she had not responded to the other part of my sentence. Will she leave me one fine day? I sincerely hoped not.

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