When the World Stops
AngelsFred
A/N: Okay, I want to dedicate this chapter to Faye, because her review inspired me to write it during Chem. Lab. I couldn't let her think that Fred was a heartless, sadistic bastard who really wanted to hurt Angelina. So I present to you a newly written Chapter Two (or 1.5, since technically FA wrote Chapter Two a while ago.)
Fred's POV
July 2000
"Fred?! It's eleven o'clock in the morning! Wake up and get your lazy arse out of bed!" a sharp voice halts my dreams. I smile when I hear it.
"Mm-hmm. I love you too," I say, only half-teasingly. Keeping my eyes closed, I slowly raise my head and bring my lips towards the source of the voice and… she pushes me?
"Frederick Matthew Weasley! What in the bloody hell is wrong with you?!"
My eyes snap open instantly. I yelp in surprise. Instead of staring into the endlessly deep brown eyes of my wife, I find myself looking into the sea blue orbs of my younger sister. I don't know why I was so shocked, though. Angelina and I have been divorced for almost two years. Actually, we've been divorced for one year, eleven months, one week, 3 days, 7 hours and…here I glance at the Muggle clock, twenty-six minutes.
"Sorry, Gin. I thought…"
"I know what you thought. It's been two years, Fred. You need to let her go."
I sigh and walk towards the bathroom so that I can shower. I'm sick of this conversation. In the last two years, I've had it with both of my parents, Hermione and now Ginny. I wish everyone would stay the hell out of my life and let me sulk in peace.
"We don't let you sulk because we love you," Ginny says. I didn't realise I said that out loud. "You need to quit beating yourself up about it; after all, you did the only thing you could do, given the circumstances."
I whirl on my heel to face my sister, shower forgotten. "And what was that, Gin? Hurt the only woman I ever loved and destroy my own life in the process?"
"You had to do it! Regardless of how painful it was." Ginny's voice sounds strangely calm, despite the fact that we are thisclose to our infamous Weasley tempers flaring up.
"Gin's right, you know." Hermione walks into my bedroom without knocking. It's bad enough Mum and Ginny do it, but Hermione? "There's a Muggle saying: 'If you love someone, let them go.'"
I always hated her for being a smartarse. Luckily, I happen to know the end of the proverb that she just stated. "Hermione, I do believe you've forgotten something," I add sarcastically. "The old Muggle saying ends: 'If they come back to you, they're yours. And something about moving on if she doesn't come home."
"Being miserable while Angelina is alive is a million times better than being miserable because she's dead. As long as she's happy…" I cut her off.
"Yes, she's alive Hermione and so am I. But we're only shells of our former selves. Neither one of us has been happy for a long time now."
Ginny rolls her eyes at me. "Sod off, Fred. She's been dating the Muggle world's most famous celebrities and you're telling me that she's not happy?"
"Have you never noticed that her relationships don't last for more than two weeks? I'm worried about her."
Ginny sighs. "You've always worried about her. That's why you had to divorce her; you know what the prophecy said." Then she and Hermione leave me to shower and sulk.
Ah, yes. I wish I had never found that damned prophecy. It ruined my life, made my whole world fall apart. I still remember the exact wording of it:
On the night the dark moon rises in the tenth month,
An angel and her sister will fall to earth.
And on that same night,
The angel will ascend back into heaven,
Her blood on the hands of her love.
I hate to admit it, but Ginny and Hermione are right; I had to divorce Angelina. Two things that I didn't want to come to pass would happen if I hadn't. First, I would've murdered Angelina, which is frightening in itself. Every time I think about it, I get sick. And unfortunately, I think about it all the time. And secondly, I would be spending the rest of my life in Azkaban. And judging by the effect it had on Sirius (who stayed sane while there), I don't fancy spending one night there.
And so I've resigned myself to the fact that I'm to be depressed for the rest of my life. I almost didn't go though with it. I know it seemed callous of me, slamming the door in her face, but I had to. Even Hermione, Ginny and my parents asked me if that was really necessary. But it was. They didn't see her the look in her eyes when she begged me to tell her it wasn't true. If I hadn't shut the door, I would have taken her in my arms and apologised for everything. And then the prophecy would play out.
I can't take this anymore. I dream about her at night and think about her during the day. I need to see her, touch her, hold her, kiss her, caress her… Well, you get the point. I know she's in France right now; it's where she always went when she was upset. I also happen to know everyone she's ever dated in the last two years. She even experimented with women for a brief period; it didn't work. I've been following and checking up on her ever since we split up. Go ahead and say it; Ginny and Hermione already have. They call me a stalker; I maintain that I'm just worried about her.
I'm just tired of fighting this. I'm going to see her right now. Maybe she'll listen to what I have to say. Ha. Fat chance, Weasley. Would I listen to her if our roles were reversed? Hell, no! I would've hexed first, asked questions later. I guess I'm lucky she left the Wizarding world. I look at the clock in my bedroom. Angelina's hand points to "Home." So she's in Cognac. So why in the bloody hell am I still here? And with that final thought, I Disapparate.
I know it's short, but oh well. (Hey, there's only so much writing one can do during chemistry.) So what did you think Faye? Has Fred redeemed himself?