Disclaimer: Hey, everyone else had one, so I figured, hell, it must be fun to put up a disclaimer every freakin' chapter! Just kidding. For those of you who still don't get it, I don't own Harry Potter. I also don't own the song The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot by Brand New.

A/n: 15 reviews!! Are you kidding?! If people could die of utter joy and happiness, I would be too dead to continue. But seriously, I didn't think anyone would read my story, let alone enjoy it! You haven't the faintest conception how much those words affected me.

Moving on, I'd just like to send messages to some people. FredsAngel, you cried! I know I shouldn't be happy, but you were affected! Thanx a ton, also, too Ashleigh, Aimee Bell, Tedabug, and everyone else who spent their time reviewing.

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*I know you can't apparate in Hogwarts, but in my story you can. So there. *

Chapter 5: It's the Year to be Hated

/April 16th, 11:50 PM- The Great Hall./

All of the seventh years in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw grew anxious as the clock moved slowly towards midnight. They had come together to sneak in and decorate the Great Hall for George Weasley's eighteenth birthday.

George's birthday. Not Fred's.

Fred's unpopularity with the Quidditch team had spred like an insidious disease through all of Gryffindor, and then to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Slytherin, obviously, didn't care. They had never liked the famous twins anyway.

Alicia had woken her boyfriend up at 11:30 that night, and told him simply to get dressed. Once he was ready, she covered his eyes and gently led him down to the Freat Hall. The giant doors swung open, and Alicia removed her hand's from George's eyes.

"Surprise!" yelled the entire hall. And a surprise it was. George's jaw hit the floor, and his eyes grew wider and wider as they scanned the hall's decorations. The clock struck midnight, and the seventh years all cheered. They didn't know what time George was born, but it was officially his birthday, April seventeenth.

"Hey, congratulations, mate!" Oliver said jovially. "It's officially time to party!" he added, handing George a butterbeer. He took it gratefully, easing into the party. His mind flashed suddenly to his lonely twin, but for once, he shook the thought off. It was his last night of life, he wanted to enjoy it.

* * *

/April 17th, 12:01AM- The Burrow/

Fred didn't look at his parents as he stared into the fire, the only light in the dark house. Shadows held hands and skipped merrily across his empty face.

"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me." Fred's harsh whispers broke the silence like a baseball breaks a window. Arthur Weasley grimaced.

"It's done, Fred. The spell is reversed. You will die in twenty four hours." Fred gave his father and uncharacteristically cold, uncaring look, life he really had let go of anything that had ever mattered.

"Fred?" Mrs. Weasley spoke up timidly, also out of character. " How did you tell George you wanted to switch the spell?" Fred stared at her for a few minutes.

"I didn't."

* * * The Great Hall had emptied out. It was now almost five a.m, and people had just gone off to sleep. Oliver, Katie, Alicia, Angelina, and George looked at the trashed hall with mildly concerned faces.

"Scourgify!" Oliver muttered, waving his wand and leaving the golden tables spotless. The group decided to go upstairs , leaving George and Alicia alone. George looked nervously at his girlfriend. He had planned to tell her about the spell, but looking at her now, he just couldn't. Moving instinctively, he pulled her into his lap and kissed her gently. She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Happy Birthday, sweetie." She whispered softly. George swallowed, suddenly experiencing an overwhelming gratitude towards Alicia, the girl who liked him for him. The girl who saw him as an individual, not as just a twin. The girl who wasn't embarrassed by his immaturity or annoyed with his pranks. In one slow moment, all of the emotions became clear.

"Alicia?" he murmured softly into her hair. She smiled at him. George took one last deep breath.

"I'm in love with you."

* * * Alicia gaped at her boyfriend. She searched his eyes, looking for the glint that would tell her he was joking. She didn't find it. What she did see was honesty, and fear. George Weasley was actually sharing his heart with her. She smiled happily.

"I love." she began.

CRACK!

The couple was interrupted by Fred Weasley apparating into the room. Though his feelings had all but died, he still blushed awkwardly when he noticed the intimacy of the two.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," he mumbled sincerely, looking at the floor. " I just needed to tell George that Dad switched the spell." It only took a few moments for George to understand. Alicia stood up, and he followed suit. He sighed.

"You want to die, Fred?" he asked quietly. Alicia stared, confused and shocked. Fred nodded simply. George fought the urge to sock his twin.

"And how," George asked, trembling with suppressed anger. "How did you think I'd feel? I was mad at you Fred, I didn't hate you. I don't want to be the one to have to live without my twin!" Fred sighed. He had screwed up again. He just wanted everyone to be happy. He couldn't even accomplish that. He shrugged. None of this would matter in a few hours. George turned to Alicia.

"Ali, could you please excuse us?" he asked her. Alicia gave a frightful look towards Fred. She had no idea what the twins were talking about.

"Sure." She said shakily. "But Fred, I don't really hate you. You know that, right? If your thinking about, you know, suicide, just know that it would kill us. All of us. Oliver, Katie, they still care about you." Alicia said, trembling. "Angelina, well, I suppose she really does, but" she was cut off. Fred's face, which had been brightening, had just been rained on. He gave her a cold look.

"She's the only one who mattered."

* * *

The twins apparated to their bedroom at the Burrow, where Fred explained all he had been feeling, and all of his new habits. At the end, George stood up and gave Fred a hug, something he had never done. Pats on the back, handshakes, sure. But a real, true hug, that meant simply, "I'm here for you"? Never.

Fred returned the gesture, then explained that they could no longer switch the spell. It was just too late. Mr. Malfoy would be there at eleven that night, and the spell would be complete. George sighed.

"Is there anything you'd like on your last day, at least?" he asked. Fred gave a hollow smile.

"Angelina." He said sadly. George suddenly stood as if struck by lightening. He began rummaging in the dresser drawers. He pulled out a letter and smiled. Fred knew at once what it was, and panicked.

"George, don't you dare." He said angrily. George smiled at him.

"Ta ta, dear brother. I shall return with your bonny lass soon enough." He said sweetly before apparating back to Hogwarts.

Fred fell back to his bed, letting out a string of curses that would have made his mother cry.

* * *

"Angelina! Hey, wait up!" George called, panting after her. She turned around tiredly. She was a mess. She no longer cared about appearance. Her hair hang limply, there were large circles under her eyes, and she had lost weight. Without Fred to impress, she really didn't care what other people said she looked like. However, for George, she feigned a smile.

"Can I help you?" she asked calmly. George looked at her.

"You remember Fred, I wager?" he asked. She glared at him, then nodded. "Then there's some things you need to know."

Sitting on a bench, George spilled the story to his brother's old inamorata. How Malfoy had cast the spell, how Fred wanted to treasure his last year with his brother, and how the breakup had killed Fred. Literally.

Angelina stood up from the bench, turning away from George. He thought she was angry, maybe she thought he was making it all up. But a slight turn of her head, and George saw the sad look in her eyes.

"I miss him, I do. And I will go with you to see him." She sighed. "But I don't think he ever really loved me."

George didn't frown, or get upset. He pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket, the same letter he had taken from the bedroom. He handed it to Angelina. She looked at the envelope. On it, the words ~Unsent Letters to Angel ~ was scrawled in Fred's script.

"Fred thought about you all summer. He kept saying how he wished he could gather the nerve to call you, and ask you to some concert. One day, I did see him write this to you. I told him to send it, but, alas, he isn't brave, and never did. He had already been getting a lot of grief from some of the guys at school since he talked about you all the time, and he said the letter would give you the same impression, that he was much too feminine. After the break up, he added the second piece of paper, which I haven't read." Angelina pulled the first letter out of the envelope, scanning it slowly.

-Angel,
I'm sorry I blew you off on the train. If I could tell you why I did it I would, but I'm not allowed to tell anyone. What I can tell you is that I love you, that you are the blood in my veins. I know you don't believe me, but you are the one person I feel I can bare my soul to, and I would never lie. I skipped the Death Cab For Cutie concert. I really wanted to go with you, but I never got the nerve to ask again, especially after my behavior on the train. But I think of you every time I listen to them, and that's something, isn't it? I want to talk to you, to tell you what I'm feeling, but I'm over my head and I'm scared. This year will be amazing, just you wait. Don't give up on us yet.
Fred

Angelina couldn't speak. He loved her! He always had. She suddenly felt a great longing to be with him, to talk to him. She wanted to apparate then and there, and ignore the second letter, but George was waiting for her to. She pulled it out of the envelope and read.

Angelina really, truly hates me know. Everyone does, but I don't need them. I need Angelina. I've been thinking to myself lately, what would I say to her if I had the guts? And you know, I think I've figured it out the right words. They aren't mine, but I've never been quite a poet, and Angelina would recognize the song, I'm sure.

" If it makes you less sad, I will die by your hand. Hope you find out what you are, I already know what I am. And if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again. You can tell me how vile I already know that I am. I'll grow old, and start acting my age. I'll be a brand new day, in a life that you hate. A crown of gold and a heart that's harder than stone. And it hurts a whole lot, but it's missed when it's gone. Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not. I'm glad that you can forgive, only hoping as time goes that you can forget.

And if it makes you less sad, I'll take your pictures all down. Every picture you paint, I will paint myself out. It's cold as a tomb, and it's dark in your room, When I sneak to your bed, to pour salt in your wounds. So call it quits, or get a grip. You say you wanted a solution; you just wanted to be missed.

You are calm and reposed It lets your beauty unfold. How I like the skin stretched over your bones. Spring keeps you ever close, You are second hand smoke. You are so fragile and thin, Standing trial for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain, You are the blood in my veins."
- The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot, by Brand New

When Angelina stopped smiling, she and George apparated to the Burrow. It was now five o clock in the evening, and Fred was running out of time.

* * * (A/n: I was going to stop here, but I think I'm on a roll! On with the story!)

Fred stood in the garden. He held out his hands, spinning slowly around in circles in the rain. April showers bring May flowers ....

Angelina apparated with a crack, spotting her love standing alone in the rain.

'It looks like we both waited in the rain for each other.' She thought, smiling.

At the same time she apparated, she noticed Oliver, Alicia, and Katie had also. They were crying, so she assumed George had filled them in.

She ignored them for now, running straight into Fred's arms and kissing him, with all of the loneliness and longing she had carried for so long. And he kissed her back, just as passionately.

The kiss ended, but Angelina stayed in Fred's arms, sobbing.

"I finally have you. You can't leave, you can't!" And though Fred was feeling just as upset, he stroked her hair and comforted her strongly.

A/n: Man! This is a long chapter. There are only two more left, and don't worry, they'll be up soon, in the next couple of days. Until then, submit those reviews!