A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Writing Club March
Book Club - Nate MaCauley: (phrase) pick up the pieces, (emotion) lonely, (word) shattered, (au) squib, (color) black, (dialogue) "There could be hope for us, though. If you let there be."
Showtime: 2 - Silhouettes – (word) Dim
Lizzy's Loft: 2 - (au) Single Parent
Film Festival: 5 - (plot point) a death
Marvel Appreciation: 5 - [Plot Point] Write about slowly healing from something.
Warning: mentions canon character death
Word Count: 658
Angelina hovered by the green metal door. She pulled her jacket tighter around her. A white flier with thick black lettering advertised a support group for those who had lost loved ones during the war. She'd certainly been dealing with that. It had been nearly six years since the Battle of Hogwarts.
Six long years since the unthinkable had happened. Six years since she'd lost the love of her life, the man she was planning to marry, and the father of her child. Fred hadn't even about the baby. If he had... would he have...? No, she had to stop thinking about that. That's why she was here tonight. She needed to put this behind her, she needed to work through this.
Her son needed her. She needed to pick up the pieces of her former life, her former love, and try to move on. She'd been trying since that horrible night, but lately things had just seemed to be getting harder. It didn't help that Freddie was starting to ask questions about his father.
"You coming in?"
Angelina turned.
"Hermione. I didn't know you were part of this group."
"Yeah, I am. It does help, I promise. Come on, they're probably about to start, and you know if you don't get there early, all the good donuts are gone," Hermione said, giving Angelica a small smile.
"Wouldn't want that to happen," Angelica answered, following Hermione into the building. They walked down a dim hallway, stopping at an open door. Angelina could see about ten chairs arranged in a circle. There was a long table against one wall. A coffee maker and donuts were on the table. She could see four or five people milling around, some were talking to each other. She didn't recognize most of them.
"Let's grab our seats, unless you want to see if Max left any donuts?"
"I'm good. I ate before I came. Freddie doesn't like to eat alone. Besides, if I don't keep an eye on him, he'll hide his veggies under the table or feed them to the niffler again."
"Freddie?" Hermione asked.
"My son," Angelica answered. "He's named after his father actually."
"His father was -" Hermione started to ask. Angelina nodded quickly, blinking back tears.
"Yes, he didn't even know."
Hermione slid Angelina's hand into her own.
"It's going to be alright. There were a lot of things people died not knowing," she whispered. Angelina tilted her hair causing her long black braids to fall over her shoulder.
"Such as?"
"Severus didn't know I loved him back," Hermione answered. "He died thinking I... that I..."
"I'm sure he knew," Angelina answered. Hermione nodded. "I think the meeting is starting," she added, nodding to the people started to head towards the chairs. Hermione looked over at them.
"I don't think I can do this today," she admitted. "Seeing you... it was different when I didn't know anyone."
"Want to go grab a cup of coffee, catch up? You're dating Ron right?" Angelina asked. Hermione nodded. The pair started heading towards the door.
"Yes, I am. Does Mrs. Weasley know about Freddie?"
"I haven't been able to bring myself to tell her."
"She'll want to knit him a jumper," Hermione said after a moment. Angelina burst out laughing.
"I remember those jumpers. Fred always tried to swap with George and confuse me, but he never could."
"I remember that, actually. One year they tricked Mrs. Weasley into thinking Percy's favorite color was maroon."
The pair stepped outside into the misty evening air.
"You know, maybe I'm looking for help in the wrong places. Maybe I don't need a support group, maybe I just need someone who..."
"Remembers the same things? Someone who was there for the good times?"
"Exactly," Angelina answered. "There's a good coffee shop this way, Perky Palace, best lattes in the city."
"Sounds perfect. I'm glad you decided to come tonight, Angelina."
"Me too, Hermione. Me too."
