Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. JK Rowling does. And always will till death does her and her books part.
Dirty Little Secret
My name is Angelina Johnson, and I have a secret.
You all remember a certain boy… right? His name was Fred Weasley; we went out after he invited me as his date to the Yule Ball. It was a magical night; of course everything at Hogwarts was magical. We spent so much time together, so as you can see, I was devastated when we broke up. But there was no way for us to stay together, he left school to become a practical jokester pro, while I stayed and got my Hogwarts diploma.
Once I graduated I stay very close to the Weasley family, visiting them frequently. It seemed that even though Fred and I had broken up, we could still be friends and joke around with each other.
But obviously that had been proven false as we had… started on a whirl wind of romance again. The wizarding world was getting very dangerous; we didn't know how much time we had left. Most people had gone into hiding, almost all schools closed.
I got a letter from my mother, asking me to come home and be safe. She was very lonely, so I agreed to come back home and selling my apartment in Diagon Alley.
I told Fred about my situation and he agreed that it would be best for me as well. That night, we spent together. It was the most magical thing I had ever experienced. The next day we both agreed that it would be best if we broke up and just stay friends until the war was going to be over, and with one last parting kiss, I apparated home.
The following year was absolutely dreadful; I had no contact with Fred or George. Nothing could be sent out of my house or come to it. My mother made me become the secret keeper for our house location, therefore I was not allowed out of the house so that I could not divulge the appropriate information for the death eaters to find our location.
I was lonely though… I missed Fred. He was all I had now that my mother was starting to get very sick.
Soon, the war had started. I travelled to Hogwarts and saw Fred once more. I embraced him as tightly as I could, making sure that if I didn't make it out alive, I would at least know that we would have shared something together.
That's when he reached down and kissed my lips, whispering, "I love you Angel. Don't you ever forget about that, because when I look into the future… I see you."
A tear slid down my eye, but I wiped it away. It was like he already knew that something bad was going to happen, "I love you too Fred."
Fred and George then took off in another direction as I ran the other way with Katie. She asked me if something was wrong but I just shook my head and continued running. There was no reason to discuss this with her; it would have to wait until the battle was finished.
An hour later I heard a yell… it was George. Something had happened; we passed him as he ran through the hallway. I yelled at him and asked him where Fred was. He pointed up the hallway. My face broke out in panic and I ran up the staircase and Katie followed.
I stopped dead in my tracks by a body lying on the ground. No… it couldn't be… it was Fred's. I collapsed by his body and cried, the tears hadn't subsided, "Who did this to you… who."
"It's going to be alright Angelina." Katie comforted me.
"No it's not Katie! He's dead! He's dead and he's never coming back!" I cried.
Finally the battle was over. I stood over Fred's hospital bed with the rest of his family. Everyone saw how much pain me and George were both in, and left us to morn. George spoke, "He looks so peaceful."
I coughed on a muffled cry, "Yeah… I am… going to miss him so much."
"Me too Angel… me too." He said, holding me close. It made me feel dirty to have George holding me… but it felt right at the same time… you know? "I'll let you morn a little bit."
George left and went towards his family. I buried my face in the palms of my hands, "He was so young… why did he have to go now?"
I leaned down and kissed his cold, lifeless lips. Sighing I jumped up out of the hospital chair, laying the blanket back over his head and taking off down the hallway.
3 years later, George and I got married. After the death of Fred we had grown considerably closer, it wasn't like it was with Fred… and George knew this… but it was close, and that was all I ever wanted.
One day, when everyone was asleep in the house. I went outside of our house and breathed in the cold morning, winter air. I apparated to The Burrow (well where the burrow used to be, they moved it to a different location), and walked towards where the house once stood.
I approached a stone hedge in the ground and sat beside it.
My feelings got the best of me and I started to cry. I leaned forward and touched the stone, outlining the name on it. I coughed a cry, "I saw you too Fred… I saw you…"
At that moment I could almost feel Fred's hands holding my face and kissing my lips softly. I shivered and touched my lips, knowing that it was just the wind. But hoping that somewhere out there, Fred was watching over me, watching over us.
My name is Angelina Weasley now, and I have a secret. I wish it was George that died instead.
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