My 18-year-old self wrote this new chapter. This one has a lot of explaining. How they met. When. It has the beginning of the party mentioned last chapter. Along with some things about one of my favorite books "A Walk To Remember" by Nicholas Sparks.
This chapter has one or two songs by Mystical Dreamer, a very good friend of mine. Ashley: princesspotter@hermionegranger.zzn.com or Princess Potter
A Walk to Remember
Chapter Two
They awoke to a sunny say. The sun shown across her face gently. Fred roled over and looked at her. To him she was perfect. She had learned a lesson when she first read "A Walk To Remember". That lesson was to live her life to the fullest and not to put herself down for her disability.
Fred had learned a lot from her in the time he had known her. She was now his fiancee and the woman who would have his child within four months time.
He had noticed, from waking up next to her for the past 5 months, that she always smiled in her sleep. She never told him what her disease was because she couldn't pronounce it. If she couldn't pronounce it, he thought, it couldn't be good at all.
She rolled over gently into his arms. He kissed her forehead and her eyes opened slowly. "Good morning. She said. "Good morning. Would you like anything for breakfast?" He asked, tucking a piece of lose hair behind her ear.
"Anything you want to make is fine with me." She said. "Pancakes it is, again, then." He said standing and walking around to her side of the bed and remeving the blankets. He slipped his arms under her, lifting her into her chair. "I'm going to get changed. You can got start breakfast." She said. He looked at her questioningly. "I'll be fine. Don't worry." She said smiling at him.
Fred stood at the stove. He had promised that when he cooked he wouldn't use magic because she thought it tasted funny when he did. He couldn't blame her. She was very wealthy and never needed to cook and always had things that were made from scratch. Before he met her he barely ever cooked. Normally he would buy something from the Leaky Cauldron before he got to work.
He heard her wheelchair as he poured the batter onto the pan. "So, when is this party you were talking about?" She asked. "I'll have to figure out a date. September is normally a busy month for a lot of people." He looked at the calendar. September 11th was the date.
"Well we'll have to see what everyone has planned. Maybe we could a Christmas type party for you and Landon or Jamie, whoever's in there." He smiled. She laughed. "Jamie Weasley. Landon Weasley." She said.
"Hon, please think about it. He'll be taunted forever. I mean…think about it. Land on Weasley." He said looking at her as he flipped a pancake.
"Fred, you told me I could name the baby and I did. Live with it." She smiled as she sat at the table. She reached into the pocket of the chair and pulled out the book. "Where did I stop last night?" She asked. "Page 190." He said from memory.
He looked at the clock. "Already 10: 15? Wow. I should probably go see George after breakfast. See how the shop is. I haven't been there for a few months." He said. "Ok." She said, turning the page in her book.
The phone rang at that moment. "Em, can you get that, please?" He asked as he blew the smoke from the pancakes he had just burnt.
"Yes, Chef Fred." She laughed.
She picked up the phone. "Hello?" She said.
"Hello." The voice on the other end replied. "Is there a Miss Emily Montana present?" the man asked. "Yes, this is she." She replied. "I'm sorry, miss. There was a horrible attack involving your parents." He paused. When he didn't answer she said, "what kind of an accident?" "Miss, your parents worked inside the World Trade Center, correct?" He asked. "Yes. But why does that have to do with it?" She asked.
"There was a terrorist attack today on the World Trade Center. Many are still missing, your parents among them." He said sorrowfully. "no…there's got to be some mistake.." She said. "I'm sorry, but…" She dropped the phone.
"Em…Are you ok?" He asked. "I-I-I…" She said as tears trekked down her cheeks.
He picked up the phone. "Hello? This is Fred Weasley. What's happened?" He asked. The man explained. After a few moments he hung up the phone.
He knelt in front of her. "My…my entire family worked in there…" She sobbed. "Emily…It's all going to be ok…I promise. I promise everything will be ok. C'mon. I'll stay here with you today. I'll go some other day this week. Don't worry. Shh. It's ok." He let her cry into his neck as he held her close.
Weeks past and no news was brought about her parents being found. It was the night of their big party. All of his family was going to be there. He had wanted to postpone it but she said not to. He'd already met all of hers anyway. There was no need. But he could tell she was upset her family wasn't going to be there.
His family seemed to love her right away. Gifts were brought for the two of them and the baby.
The small house was packed with people. She could barely wheel her way around and through the Weasley family and friends.
"So how did the two of you meet?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "He came to the US to pick up a shipment of joke things because they couldn't ship them. My father was one of the people to help Fred get it. That's how we met. The next few weeks we got to know each other and then after a little while longer we fell in love. That's why I came back with him." She said smiling up at Mrs. Weasley.
"Oh. Well…if you don't mind my asking, what's wrong with you that you need a wheelchair?" she asked. "I had a very bad problem when I was younger. I still can't pronounce what it is. It's actually been a bit worse lately. I don't know why. I think it's because of the whole baby thing." She answered.
"Well you seem to be alright. When are you due?" she asked. "Sometime in January." She said. "Congratulations." Mrs. Weasley said.
"Thank you." Emily answered. "So what did you do before you met Fred?" Molly asked. "I sang at local clubs and stuff like that. I actually miss doing it because I gained respect though my songs, sometimes."
"Oh? Could you sing a song for us?" Molly smiled.
"I don't know. I finished writing one today…" She said.
"Well then tell Fred. We'd al love to hear you." Molly said.
Emily just couldn't tell her no. So she wheeled her way into the bedroom nd took the paper off her desk. "Hmmm…Ok." She said as she wheeled her way back into the livingroom.
She waited until everyone was sitting befroes he began her song.
Mystical mornings
Beautiful days
The love for this world has show
In so many ways
Oh in so many ways
I have always been the dreamer
Seeing things no one else could see
Seeing things no one wanted to believe
But I followed my heart
Right from the start
I will always be a dreamer
I have been to places no one else could see
I have been to places in dreams
I have been to fairy-tale lands
and it seems to Heaven and back
I have seen so much
So much isn't real
Many things are only real to me
Many things only I can see
I have always been the dreamer
Seeing things no one else could see
Seeing things no one wanted to believe
But I followed my heart
Right from the start
I will always be the dreamer
People always put themselves down
Saying others are better
People never look at the bright side
There is always a negative
I have always been the dreamer
Seeing things no one else could see
Seeing things no one wanted to believe
But I followed my heart
Right from the start
I dream of peace
I dream of equality
I dream of a world with not wars
and no racism
I will always be a dreamer
Still seeing things no one wants to believe
Or see for themselves
But I will still follow my heart
and make my dreams come true.
Following my heart...
*~*~*~*~Dreamer ~*~*~*~*
Everyone applauded when she was done her song. She blushed and went over to where Fred was sitting at the table.
"You never told me you had such a wonderful voice." He said. "you never asked." She answered.
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