A/N: I would like to give a big thank you to everyone who reviewed the first chapter… THANK YOU EVERYONE, and I hope you like chapter two.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I wish I did, actually I wish I owned Fred, and Ron, and George, and Bill…
TradewindChapter Two: Lost
It had been three years since the final battle and he had waited for her to return he had searched for her, hoped and prayed for her to come back, he had done all in his power to bring her back and yet three years later he was no closer to knowing where she was or what she was doing.
He remembered how they had fought together side by side during the final battle,
how they had used physical, mental, and magical strength to bring down over thirty fully-trained death eaters, how they had used a combined patronus charm to hold off a cluster of dementors which had been using their disturbing, unnerving powers to forge an open path to the castle for a new group of death eaters.
They had watched Voldemort fall and his evil empire collapse before his dying form; they had helped finish off the remainder of the death eater army once again side by side, and when the fighting had ceased they had made the trek back to the castle mud-spattered and bloody hand in hand. He even remembered how she had looked that day after the fighting, and the warfare. He remembered how her pressed hair had become nappy from the sweat of battle; her once neat robes had been dirtied from her once constant need to dodge and cast of spells, but the one thing that had stood out most were her tears. He had memorized how, her eyes had been glossy with tears of sorrow and joy, one because the war was finally over but the other because of the great loss of life to achieve that victory. It was then that he had taken the time to breathe in her scent, that captivating rose scent, which he found simultaneously exhilarating, and intoxicating each time he inhaled.
They had stood together, when Dumbledore had given his congratulatory speech to the rest of the survivors, and they had shared a passionate kiss at the end of the headmaster's powerful oratory while others around cheered and applauded, he remembered the look of longing she had had in her eyes as she pulled him out of the familiar great hall and up to one of the castles many towers. She had pulled him down a long passage way; up two flights of stairs and up to a dark room that at first glance looked very unkempt but upon entering, the room seemed to spring to life. It was a circular room with twelve open windows, and bright plush purple carpet. The moment they had entered sparkling white moonlight began streaming in through the windows and cast thin shadows on the walls and their faces.
It was then that they began to kiss each time becoming more and more passionate, sweet caresses and soft words were uttered between the two, and with each kiss they seemed to become more and more entwined in each other; and how she had broken a particularly fervent kiss to slowly push him down to the floor.
He remembered how she had straddled him her hair falling in a thick curtain by the side of his head, he remembered her kiss and the way that they seemed to fit together perfectly, and as fate would have it he remembered the most embarrassing moment of that night the best. Because of the effect she was having on him, a certain element of his male anatomy began to rise, now he remembered this scene vividly because if he closed his eyes and focused his thoughts on it, he could still feel her smiling against his lips, the weight of her hips, and her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered the words 'mischief managed' softly into it.
Yes it was one of his fondest memories of her, laying there with her warm body next to his, his arms wrapped around her, as if silently hoping that he would never have to let her go, truly believing that for once in his life everything was perfect. Voldemort was gone forever, yes there had been losses but the Weasley family as a whole had faired pretty well with only a few minor injuries to the eldest children Bill and Charlie another broken leg to Ron and a good share of cuts, scratches and scrapes to the rest of the family.
Yes everything was good; everything was better than good it was perfect, it wasn't until late afternoon the following day that he had awoken; and his world had come crashing painfully down. After stretching a bit refusing to open his eyes to let the harsh daylight in he rolled to his side and reached out for his seraph, after a second or to of groping around, his hands did hit something, but what they hit was most certainly not the object of his affection. Upon this discovery his eyes shot wide open as his hand closed around a long dark brown envelope. Inside was a short but neatly written message, on tan parchment written in bright teal ink, which just happened to be her favorite.
The letter enclosed read like this….
Dear Fred,
The time has come for me to leave you for I have been chosen and must answer to a higher calling. I am so very sorry that I must leave you like this, but you see I had to because of circumstances beyond my control. Please don't hate me for doing this, Fred I love you, and nothing could ever make me say otherwise, so please understand that my reasons for leaving are great. I can't tell you where I am going, and why I must leave but, please remember that I love you, and I beseech you to remember that I'm not leaving you on my own accord. Just know that I am needed elsewhere to carry out my duties, in that place. Lastly Fred, I beg of you please do not search for me for it will only make matters, and this separation worse for me, as well as yourself.
p.s. remember the wind, treasure it, feel it, when it brushes your face or
swirls around you as it goes on it's way, remember me, in the wind please
remember me.
Love, Angelina Johnson
He had read that letter over and over again for what had seemed like hours, over at least a hundred times. He sat there in shock staring at the parchment until the words blurred and the tears came, he sat there in a crumpled heap clutching the letter as if holding on to it for support; and he stayed that way for a great deal of time and he might have stayed there forever had his twin not come looking for him.
When he found him his twin instincts kicked in instantly as he ran over to console his brother, once he was beside him he immediately fell to his knees and asked what was wrong the only answer he got was a piece of tan parchment shoved violently into his hand and a small cry of anguish from his twin. After quickly scanning the parchment he threw it down and cradled his twin. While holding him he could feel every heart-wrenching sob and shuddering breath that he would take, he heard every whispered question, apology, and promise that slipped almostinaudibly from his twin'smouth.
They both remembered that day like it was yesterday but unlike that day which would be forever frozen in their minds, the world surrounding them had changed, drastically. His brother had gotten married and had a child on the way, and the joke shop they had always dreamed of was well on it's way to becoming even more popular than their rival store Zonko's.
Yes everything was perfect, but as was becoming habit whenever something was perfect in Fred Weasley's life, it wasn't always as perfect as it had seemed. For some reason today, like many past nights, and mornings he was thinking about her. The questions were always the same, where is she? Does she miss me? Does she think about me as much as I do her? Is she married, to some prick of a bloke? If she is how many years in Azkaban would I get if I up and offed the prick? But the one question that never seemed to leave his mind was this Why? Why did she leave? Why did she do all this? Why, Why, Why?
But during and after that first year, of separation this daily routine of question and no answer had become the stuff of habit, and it seemed that there was no end in sight; because that's the way it was with him now. He wasn't happy because of her, and because he wasn't happy he was unhappy and because he was unhappy he was unhappy, to put it simply everything that went wrong was in some how related to her. The sound of the cash register ringing brought him back to the world, and all thoughts of her were gone from his mind, well most of them anyway. So deciding that he would keep a stiff upper lip he fingered a small worn piece of tan parchment in his pocket said a short prayer asking God for some sort of relief, and went to cleaning off the sales counter.
Little did he know God had decided that the time for their paths to cross again was fast approaching.
A/N: Yea! Another chapter is finished! I am very excited cause in chapter three there will actually be dialogue. Sorry about the cliffie, but I like cliffies! Please review again! All reviews are greatly appreciated!