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Fixed an error I just discovered.

A/N there's quite a bit of swearing in this chapter. Just a warning.

George's POV

George hadn't had much time to register what Angelina had just told him. Suddenly he realized that she was running away. "Angelina!" he called, but it was too late. She had Apparated to Merlin knew where. George slowly turned and went back into the grove. The realization hit him at that point. He stumbled in and found a log to sit on just before his legs gave out. The tears streamed down as he realized that his brother was going to be a father, no would have been a father, no what? He didn't know what to think. It was all too darn confusing in his opinion. He swallowed hard when he realized that this child, his niece or nephew for Merlin's sake!, wasn't going to know his father, at least not personally. George decided that he'd make it his duty to make certain that this child knew his father as well as anyone with a father knew theirs. "So many children without parents," he thought. "Harry, Teddy, and now this child. Why?"

"WHY?"! George screamed, flinging himself on the ground. It wasn't fair, it bloody well wasn't fair. Why did so many innocent people have to die while many of the Death Eaters were able to escape?

He remembered a time when he had been told that he couldn't go out to Diagon Alley with his older brothers. "Life isn't fair, George," his father had said.

"It bloody well ought to be!" he had shouted back.

George sank onto his knees, his head resting on the palms of his hands. "Why did you have to die?" he cried. "Fred, I need you. Angelina needs you. For Merlin's sake, your own child needs you!

"What am I to do?" George wondered. He heard a voice in his head, not his own, but then it could only be . . . "Fred!" he cried.

"George, I need you to stop acting like this," he heard Fred say. "I need you to live for both of us, for Angelina, for the child."

"How?" George asked.

"You will see me again when it is your time," said Fred, "for now, keep on living. Open the shop. We wouldn't want all that merchandise to go to waste now, would we?"

"Fred! Fred!"

"George, I need to go. I shan't be able to do this anymore. The only reason I was allowed to was to get you out of your misery."

"Fred!"

"I need you to promise me something. Promise me that you'll take care of Angelina and the child."

"I will," George said and he felt Fred's presence leave him. "I will Fred, don't you worry. Your child will know you. Your child will know of all your accomplishments. And Fred, I'll get the joke shop running again. Not right now, it's too soon still, but I will. Don't you worry."

George took a deep breath. He knew what he had to to. He had to go and find Angelina and help her. He had to stand by her and be there for the child, be there for her, be there for Fred. "I will do everything you asked me to do, Fred," George thought. "I will keep this promise, unlike the last one." They had promised each other that if they were to die in this war, they would die together like their namesakes, their uncles Fabien and Gideon. George hadn't kept this promise. "I'll keep this promise, I really will," George whispered as he got up.

Slowly he walked out of the grove. He picked up his broom and took off. George didn't know were to fly too, the Burrow, the shop, or Angelina's. The shop was out for now, he didn't want to go near it yet, bloody hell, if he hadn't promised Fred, he probably wouldn't ever have even thought of going near it again, Mum would fuss over him if he went back to the Burrow, so that was out as well. That left him with Angelina's, but he didn't know where she lived, heck, he didn't know if she lived in a Muggle or wizarding community for Merlin's sake. Where should he go, he wondered. He soon realized that he was flying in the direction of Lee's house. George didn't know why, but he knew that he should continue flying in that direction. Maybe he'd find Angelina there, he didn't know.

Gradually it got colder. George wished he'd thought to bring a jacket, but he continued to fly. Soon he arrived at Lee's. He dismounted from his broom and knocked on the door. A few seconds later Lee answered it. "George!" he cried, reaching out to pull his friend in. George noticed worry lines on Lee's face. "Why would Lee have them?" he wondered.

"What brings you here, George?" asked Lee as the two of them walked into the living room.

"I don't know," George answered. It was the truth. He didn't know what had caused him to fly in that particular direction. "I just was flying and I realized I was flying towards your place."

Lee nodded. "Lee," George suddenly asked, "do you know where Angelina's house is?"

"Yeah, why do you ask?"

"There's something I need to tell her," said George. "Well, actually there's a bloody lot of things to tell her," he thought.

"George, are you alright?" Lee asked. George could hear concern in his friend's voice.

"Yeah, I guess," said George. "Now are you going to tell me how to get to Angelina's or am I going to have to find it myself?"

Lee smiled. George suspected it to be the first genuine smile Lee had had since the battle. George also smiled slightly. Lee explained how to get to Angelina's and after saying that he would come by again soon, George took off into the evening sky. He needed to see Angelina tonight, before his bravery ran out. After flying or several minutes, he arrived over the small village that Angelina lived in. He carefully looked for the description of the house that Lee had given him. Several minutes later, he found it. He touched down and hurried to the door. It was locked. George knocked, but no one answered. "I guess her mother isn't here," he thought as he pulled out his wand. A moment later the door was unlocked. George manually locked it once he was inside to keep Mrs. Johnson from suspecting anything and proceeded upstairs. After poking his head into three rooms, he found Angelina's. He tried the door, but it was locked. Again he pulled out his wand and said quietly, "Alohomora." The door swung open and George stepped inside.

Angelina was lying on her bed, her braids spread out across the pillow. For the first time George realized how beautiful she was. "Stop it," he thought. "She's Fred's, not your's." But he couldn't help imagaining himself as the father to he children. "You're going to far mate," he thought. "Right now, you just have to help her."

Angelina began to moan. George was at her side an an instant. "Angelina," he said as he shook her awake. "Angelina."

"Wha- George?" Angelina said as she woke up. "What are you doing here?"

"Angelina," said George. He took a deep breath, How many of those had he taken today?, "Angelina, I came here to tell you - to tell you that I -I'll be here for you and for the - the baby." There had had said it. It was amazing how difficult it is to say things that you truly mean and also things that you want to say.

Angelina looked up at him in surprise. "You - you're not mad at me?" she asked.

George was shocked that she could even think of this. "Of course not," he said as he helped her sit up, "You shouldn't even think that for a second."

"Oh, George," she cried. She flung herself onto him. George was startled for a moment, but he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug. Angelina's head was resting on his shoulder and he could feel his clothing getting wet as the tears fell on it. He gently rubbed her back as she let the tears flow. He didn't know how he'd be able to help, but he would do everything that he could to help her and the child.