A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club March

Disney Challenge: Nani Pelekai: Write about someone young taking on the burden of supporting the family.

Lyric Alley: 20 - Anytime that you would call (Lyric Alley done)!

Warning: Mentions canon character death.

Word Count: 1460

Angelina bruised the tears from her eyes. At nineteen, she should not have been burying the man she loved. At nineteen, she should not be worrying about how she was going to explain to her unborn child that he had no father.

"Thank you for coming."

Angelina recognized George's voice. It sounded nothing like Fred's, at least not to her ears. She nodded, not trusting her voice to speak. The black dress she'd chosen to wear hid the fact she was pregnant. She didn't know why she wanted to keep it a secret, maybe it was because this child was a little part of him. A little part she didn't want to share, at least not yet.

"Mum's got some food at the Burrow, if you want to come. I know you and Fred were close," George continued.

"I need to... I can't," Angelina lied, walking past George quickly. He reached for her, but seem to think better of it. She could feel him watching her as she walked away. Once she was out of sight, she finally broke down. Tears streamed down her face. She could feel her son stir, kicking. He was just as upset as her, even if he didn't know why.

"Don't worry, little one. We'll be alright," she promised, catching a taxi home.

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Angelina had moved to a Muggle neighborhood right after Freddie had been born. Part of her wanted nothing more to do with the wizarding world. All it did was remind her what she had lost. Everywhere she'd gone, she'd seen one of the Weasleys. All they did was remind her of Fred. She couldn't handle it. Moving had been the easiest solution. At least, it had been the least painful one.

"Freddie! Get down from there," Angelina called, rushing over to the jungle gym three year old Freddie had managed to climb. She had only turned her back for one second and he'd managed to scamper to the top.

"No! I fly!" Freddie yelled, leaning over the edge and getting ready to jump. Angelina felt her heart stop. No, she wasn't close enough to catch him! She had stopped carrying her wand over a year go. Just as little Freddie pushed off the jungle gym, Angelina threw herself towards the child. She landed face down on the shredded bark of the playground. Freddy's laughter echoed above her.

"You little bugger," she muttered, raising her head. Freddie had caught himself and was hanging upside down by his knees. She climbed to her feet, dusted herself off, and picked up her son.

"Mummy play in dirt!" Freddie screeched happily. Angelina sighed, her entire body seeming to sag in relief. Freddie wasn't hurt.

"You can not fly, Freddie," she stated. "Why did you think you could?"

"'Cause people fly," Freddie answered, with a firm nod of his little head.

"People can't fly without an airplane or some other flying device," Angelina stated, wondering where her son had picked up such a strange idea. "Did you see someone flying on the telly?"

"No, in my dream," Freddie answered.

"Well, sometimes things happen in dreams that aren't real, remember when we had the discussion about the monsters?"

"Yes," Freddie answered. Angelina smiled.

"Great, why don't we go grab some ice cream?" she suggested. They usually stopped for ice cream after playing in the park. Having to sit down and eat usually calmed Freddie down a bit.

"Is the man going to be there this time?" Freddie asked. Angelina blinked.

"What man? Mr. Custer? The ice cream shop man?" she asked.

"No, the other man, the one with hair like mine. He was behind the plant last time," Freddie answered, skipping a bit a head. Angelina rushed to catch up with him. A man with red hair? It had to be a coincidence? Right? No one knew her and Freddie lived here, and she was fairly certain none of the Weasleys even knew about Freddie to begin with.

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Freddie licked his ice cream cone was Angelina slowly ate hers. Her eyes scanned the small ice cream parlor. There was a large potted plant in the corner. It half hid one of the tables.

"That's where he was sitting last time. Only he wasn't eating ice cream," Freddie explained.

"What was he doing?" she asked.

"Nothing," Freddie answered, going back to eating.

"Freddie, have you seen him before?"

"Yes," Freddie answered, managing to get a large smear of ice cream across his freckled nose. Angelina grabbed a napkin and reached across the table to wipe it away. A reflection in the glass window caught her attention. She froze, hand in midair. Freddy followed her gaze.

"See, there he is," he stated, pointing out the window. Angelina felt her breath catch in her chest. Fred? No, it couldn't be Fred. He was dead, there was no coming back from that. A wave of emotions crashed over her. Tears in her eyes, she quickly wiped Freddie's face.

"It's getting late, we should get home," she said, trying to keep her voice calm. Freddie shook his head and continued to sit at the table eating his ice cream.

"But, why is the man from the picture following us?" Freddie asked.

"I... because, he's not the man from the picture," Angelina answered softly. "Freddie, the man in the picture was your father, you know that right?"

"Yes, and he died in the war," Freddie answered, giving Angelina huge smile. She felt her heart nearly melt at his cuteness. He really was just like his father.

"Well, the man outside, he's your uncle."

"What's an 'uncle'?" Freddie asked, suddenly staring out the window again.

"It means he's your father's brother, his twin brother to be exact."

"He's family?"

"Yes."

"Then we should go see him!" Freddie exclaimed, jumping up from the table. Angelina tried to catch him, but he was faster than her. He slipped out the door of the ice cream parlor and started running down the sidewalk.

"Uncle!" Freddie screamed, as Angelina tried to catch up. Finally, she managed to scoop him into her arms. He wiggled a little.

"So, it is you," George said, looking at Angelina. She gave him a weak smile, while Freddie wiggled in her arms. She finally set him down.

"Stay right here, I mean it."

"Hi, Mummy says you're my uncle, which means you're my daddy's brother," Freddie stated, looking up at George. "You have my hair," he added. George looked at Freddie and then back at Angelina.

"George, this is my son, Freddie. He's three," she said.

"He was born after the war," George stated.

"Yes, about seven months after the final battle," Angelina admitted. She sighed. "I... I just..."

"You don't need to explain. Fred's death was hard on all of us. We would have helped you."

"You deserved your time to grieve. I... I couldn't even handle living in our world. What are you even doing here?" she asked after a moment.

"I was in London, the Muggle part, picking up some magic tricks, you know, the kind without magic?"

"You're selling them in your shop, aren't you?" she asked, taking Freddie's hand in hers so he couldn't run off.

"They're quite popular actually. That's when I thought I saw you. I called out, you turned. But then, I guess you didn't see me, or didn't want to talk to me."

"I don't remember seeing you since I moved here."

"That's when I saw the little man here. He was running behind you. With his hair... I had to know. He's Fred's isn't he?"

"Yes, he's Fred's son. I know I should have told someone, you at least, but... just thinking about talking to you, all I see is him," she whispered.

"He would have loved having a son," George replied. "Hey, Angelina, I know you probably can't cope with seeing my whole family, but maybe I could stop by and see you and Freddie once in a while? It's good to see that a part of him lives on," he added. Angelina blinked a few times.

"Actually, alright. I think I would like that. Freddie, what would you say to us seeing Uncle George some times?"

Freddie looked at George.

"You're missing an ear," he said.

"Yes, I am. And you've got a galleon in yours," George replied, reaching down and pretending to pull a coin from Freddie's ear. "Here you go."

Freddie took the coin and looked at it.

"It's gold," the three year old shouted, causing George and Angelina to laugh.

"It certainly is," George answered.

"Cool! Mummy, Uncle George is magic!" Freddie exclaimed.

"He really is," Angelina replied, laughing. "He really is," she muttered as her and George arranged to meet again at the park on Tuesday.