God, why did you bring Luke into Angelina's life? He's nothing but a bastard. I know I have no right to say that considering that I never really talked to the guy but I can just tell. All I wanted was Angelina. She is all that I need. I hate that she's not mind anymore. You should know how much it kills me knowing that she isn't mine.

Fred recently started to take time to pray. He always believed that it was a waste of time to talk to someone that you couldn't see or really know existed. He even felt a little weird doing it, but he didn't know what else to do. Fred and Angelina were starting to get back into their old habit of flirting.

Everything was prefect. He felt like he was flying without a broom and nothing would ever make him come down until today. Today he felt like he had somehow fallen and wasn't capable of ever getting up.

"Damn him." Fred growled to himself thinking about this morning, "Damn him to hell."

Fred had arrived at Angelina house ready to surprise her with tickets to a concert where her favorite muggle band performing. (He was starting to understand why his dad was so fascinated by the muggle world, but he was also happy that Angelina started to use her wand again. It made everything a lot quicker. ) He swiftly hopped onto the pouch and rung the doorbell. When the door opened a handsome man that was as tall as him with sandy colored hair and green eyes greeted Fred.

"Can I help you?" The man asked.

"Does Angelina Johnson live here?" Fred wasn't sure if he came to the right house. Even though he has been there more times then he could count.

The man surveyed him for a moment making Fred feel slightly uncomfortable, "Yes, but she isn't in right now." Fred turned his head to look at the spot where she usually parked her car and surely enough it wasn't there.

"Uh huh" Fred remarked "then who are you?"

"Relthro, Luke Relthro. Angelina's fiancé." He answered, "And you?"

He didn't have to say that he was Angelina's fiancé. I could have figured that out myself. All I wanted was his name. Fred thought bitterly before replying, "I'm Fred Weasley. Angelina's close friend. I've heard so much about you." Fred extended his hand.

"I wish I could say the same." Luke shook Fred hand roughly. Fred bit his tongue to keep from speaking.

Luke shut the door and leaned against the doorframe. "So Fred, may I call you Fred." Fred nodded. Luke grinned, "Good. So Fred, how long have you and my Angel been friends."

Fred quietly counted to ten and slowly let out a breath, "Angie and I been friends since age eleven." Luke's eyes quickly flickered from Fred to the roses and then back to Fred.

"Just friends?"

"Yes the best of." Fred placed the roses behind his back. Luke looked Fred straight into his eyes and they had a quick staring contest as if waiting to see who would blink first. "I should be going." Fred soon said still not batting an eye.

"Yes you should. It was nice meeting you Fred Weasley." Fred stepped off the porch leaving in the direction he came. "Yeah I wish I could say the same."

Again there was a knock on the door. Whoever was out there obviously didn't understand that he wanted to be alone.

"FRED GET OFF YOUR LAZY BUM AND OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!!" a voice on the other side yelled. Fred heavily got up and opened the door.

"Fred I got a message for you." George briskly walked past Fred and into the house.

"What?" Fred slammed the door back and followed his brother into the kitchen. George found a bottle of firewhiskey and poured two glasses, shoving one into Fred's hands.

"What is it?" Fred asked irritably not touching the whiskey.

"The Relthro fellow came early. He's over at Angelina's house right now."

"Yeah I know."

"You do? So I'm also guessing that you know that she wants all of us over at her place tonight to meet him." Fred gasped. He wasn't ready to see that bastard again, at least not so soon maybe in a couple of days but defiantly not today.

"Shit." Fred exclaimed. George drained his glass and refilled it. "George you know it's too early to be drinking."

"Whatever. It's never too early to drink under special circumstances." George took a big gulp. "Go on, drink."

"No."

"Might as well get drunk now and get it out of your system before we meet him." Fred looked at whiskey before draining his glass. Pretty soon they were both three sheets to the wind.

"You know George. I was doing fine until you came. I wasn't drinking anything. Didn't even touch the bottle." Fred slurred.

"Well you know it's not good to drink alone. So that's why I'm here. For you can drown yourself in misery."

"What a pal!" Fred said sarcastically. They were quiet for a while.

"George?"

"Yeah bro."

"Tonight's going to be hell isn't it?"

"Yes it is."

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Hey I decide to write this chapter before I start editing. I know I said last time that Fred is going to have better luck but I thought this would be better. I hope you like it and the next chapter should be longer (but I have no idea when it will be coming out). Thanks for your reviews and please keep them coming.