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George's POV

"George!" cried Mrs. Weasley as Charlie entered dragging George with him. Molly ran to her son and scooped him into her arms. "Where have you been? It's nearly midnight!"

When he felt his mother's arms around him, George stiffened. He didn't want this, he just wanted to be left alone. Why did people keep bothering him?

George wrenched himself out of his mother's grasp and ran up to his bedroom. He slammed the door shut and put a Imperturable charm on the door to ensure that no one would bother him. He realized that someone, most likely his mother had remade his bed. George didn't think twice about this. He flung himself on the bed and just laid there for a moment. Then he remembered what had happened earlier that day in the grove with Fred. "I can't do it, Fred," George cried. "Why did you have to go?"

George groaned as he sat up. He walked over to the window and flung it open. He leaned his elbows on the windowsill and stared outside. As he looked up at the moon, which was slightly over half full, he unintentionally thought of Remus. Then Teddy came to his mind. Teddy would have a life very similar to Harry's. Both were orphans. Both had lost their parents because of Voldemort. The only difference was that Teddy had a family who would love him.

He sighed. He knew that what he had to Angelina earlier that day was awful. He knew he shouldn't have run off, but he couldn't stand it. He hated it when people talked about Fred. It was too soon, much too soon. It hadn't even been a week yet. George put his head in his hands. He knew that he should go back to Angelina, but he couldn't, not right now anyway. "What should I do, Fred?" he cried, even though he knew the answer to that question.

George made up his mind. He would talk to Angelina, but it would have to be somewhere where her mother wasn't. He'd send an owl to her in the morning, but right now he was sleepy, so sleepy. The last thing George remembered before falling asleep were his head slipping off of his hands and coming to rest on his arms. He fell asleep in the chair that he was sitting in. He fell asleep with his head slightly out of the window. This would be the first good sleep he had since the battle.

Angelina's POV

After her mother finally realized that she wasn't helping and had left, Angelina got up off the couch and went into the restroom to wash her face. She flipped on the light and looked at her face for the first time in days. There were bags under her eyes and her dark eyes were not as bright as they used to be. Angelina mumbled the incantation for the Imperturable charm and sank down on top of the toilet seat. "Why Fred?" she cried. "Why did you have to leave me? You'll never meet your child!"

Angelina placed both hands on her stomach. She was still too early for a bump to form, but she knew that the child was in there, forming. "Fred," she said again. "Why did you have to die?" she moaned. "We had such a happy life planned for after the war and then this, this happened!" Angelina reached down into her robes and pulled out the end of the chain that hung around her neck. She and Fred had decided that this was the best place for her to keep her ring until after the war since they didn't want anyone to know about their marriage.

Angelina placed the ring in her palm. It was a simple silver ring, but that was what she loved about it. She traced the edge with her finger and suddenly something caught her eye. She picked up the ring and looked at the inside. For the first time she noticed that there was an inscription on the ring. It was hard to read, but eventually she made it out. "Those We Truly Love Never Leave Us," Angelina read as tears began to fill her eyes. She knew that what Fred had put on this ring was true. Even though Fred had gone on, he never would leave her. The child was proof of that. Angelina also knew that she would see her husband again someday, when she died and went to Heaven.

"Yes, Fred, I know that you're still in my heart. I'll carry you there always, just like I'm carrying our child," whispered Angelina, while holding the hand that held the ring up to her lips. Her other hand was resting lightly on her stomach. "This child will know all about you. It won't be like what it's supposed to be if you were here, but he or she will know you."

After a long time, Angelina didn't know how long, she undid the Imperturable charm and stepped out. "What took so long?" asked Mrs. Johnson. "I tried calling you once it had been an hour."

"Sorry, Mum," said Angelina. "I had put an Imperturable charm on the door. It doesn't allow entrance or sound through it. I needed some privacy."

"I'm sorry about what I did earlier sweetie," said Mrs. Johnson, "If I had known . . ."

Angelina interrupted her mother, "I tried to stop you, but you didn't listen!" After saying that, Angelina stormed out of the house. She grabbed her broom and kicked off from the ground. She flew in the direction of her little grove, half hoping that she'd find George there. She didn't know what to say to George though. It had been her mother who had set him off and she was mad at her for that. After flying for several minutes she saw the grove and began to descend. Someone was there. Angelina knew it was a Weasley by the hair, but it didn't look like George. As she got closer, she could see that it was Bill. Maybe he knew where George was. A moment later she was on the ground.

As she approached Bill, he turned quickly around. His face went from happy to disappointed in a moment. She wondered if it had been George that Bill was looking for. "Bill," she said, "do you know where George is?"

"I was just about to ask the same question of you," said Bill, the left side of his face moving into a smile. Angelina knew that it had always been that way when he smiled since his encounter with Greyback.

"George isn't here?" Angelina asked in panicked voice.

"He was here," said Bill. "When he realized I was here, though, he turned and left. Do you have any idea why?"

Angelina sighed. "George was at my house until about an hour ago. We were upstairs and Mum came home." Angelina let out another sigh. She really didn't want to tell Bill what her mother had said, but she knew she had to. "Mum remembered that George had a twin, and she asked how he was." At this point Angelina began to cry again. She noticed that Bill was teary eyed as well. Bill reached forward and placed his hand on her shoulder. When she felt the pressure, Angelina took a deep breath and continued. "It set George off. He ran out and Disapparated."

Bill nodded. "George arrived here with his broom. I told him that Mum was worried about him. He yelled that he was an adult and jumped onto his broom. I have no idea where he flew off to."

"George probably doesn't want to see anyone at the moment. He's either still flying or he found a secluded area to stay," said Angelina. "He'll come back."

"He better come back soon," she thought.

"Are you alright?" asked Bill suddenly.

"I'm bloody well not alright!" Angelina shouted. "Fred's dead and I'm pregnant with our child!" As soon as she had spoken, Angelina was horrified. She wrenched her shoulder out from under Bill's hand, grabbed her broom, and Apparated away leaving Bill standing outside the grove with a very confused look on his face.

A/N This is turning out to be a bit more complicated than I had thought. Let's see where this plot bunny is taking me.