Hey! I know, it's later than usual, but I was celebrating my birthday on Saturday and a friend was staying at my house over night, so I couldn't write anything. But therefore this chapter is twice as long as the last once were and I have to say, I like especially the end of it…;p

TriGemini: Glad you liked it. I fell as though I could write forever, now, that the end is coming closer. This chapter here only has one of the strings as the action and still it seems as though there is more happening than in the last few chapters….

Anniebells: I'm glad you like both stories. And about Ginny… I just like her on the dark side. Her red fits so well with black clothes… ;p

Samantha Cameron: The last paragraph? Well, Angelina told Alicia that she's going to leave England forever. Alicia is sad. They cry and promise to stay in contact and in this sappy scene George comes home. (that would be the summary)

Hogwartsstollaway: okay, admit it! You're participating in a championship about the longest review, right? Well, at least this time my chapter down there is longer :D I have to admit I liked the Salamander Scene. It was fun writing it. Writing about her doing something just so evil which she had so much enjoyed was easier than I had thought. (Especially since I don't really like torture in any way, not even only written about)
Mhm… seems to me that there are some people who would like for Fred and Angelina to get together…. Well, can't always have what one wants, right?...

Alexian-goddess: Hey! You're the 100th reviewer! applause seems to be the perfect time to start reviewing again, hu?

Chapter 15

Look into my eyes – you will see
What you meant to me
Search my heart – search your soul
And when you find me there you'll search no more
Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for
You know it's true
Everything I do – I do it for you

Look into my heart – you will find
There's nothin' there to hide
Take me as I am – take my life
I would give it all I would sacrifice
Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for
I can't help if there's nothin' I want more

There's no love – like your love
And no other – could give more love
There's nowhere – unless you're there
All the time – all the way
Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for
I can't help it there's nothin' I want more
I would fight for you – I'd lie for you
Walk the wire for you – Ya I'd die for you

Ya know it's true
Everything I do – I do it for you

(Everything I do) I do it for you – Bryan Adams

"Please arise." The judge looked down between at James Winterborn.

"Mr. Winterborn, although I know, that it is a sadly fact, that it is still common amongst the men in our country, to not treat their wives with the necessary respect, I will not let you continue with this treatment." Angelina felt as though a stone was lifted off of her heart.

"You are not allowed to come near your Ex-wife ever again. You are not allowed to contact her in any way. If you offend against this we will see to use more drastic measures. The divorce is now legally effective." It was over. It was finally over. Angelina sat in her chair, still not really believing that she was really free now. The judge arose, nodded towards her once and then left the room. James was led out of the room by his lawyer. If she hadn't been so caught up in her thoughts she would have heard him call her a bitch one last time before he left her life forever.

"As comfortable this chair may be, we really should go now." She looked up to see Montague standing beside her already, waiting for her so they could leave. Angelina arose slowly and followed Montague out of the building.

Once they had reached the street and the sunlight hit her face, a smile found its way to her face.

"It's really over now, right?" she turned around and saw Montague standing next to her with his eyebrows raised.

"I… I wanted to thank you. I would be dead now if it weren't for you." Montague shrugged and shook his head.

"Just try to find a better man next time." Angelina nodded slowly and tried to fight the tears back that suddenly formed in her eyes. In less than an hour she would leave England behind and start a new life. And now, she got sentimental. The tears ran freely down her cheeks now. Montague cursed under his breath and hugged her, letting her cry on his shoulder.

"It's about time you leave. Any more time spent with you and people would think me being some nice and soft wannabe-Gryffindor." Angelina laughed through her tears and pulled slowly away.

"Thank you for everything."


Fred was just cleaning up the table after breakfast. Aishleen was downstairs in the office of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, probably painting something. In the background the radio was on and he heard the beginning of a very familiar song.

Maybe it's intuition
Some things you just don't question
Like in your eyes
I see my future in an instant
and there it goes
I think I've found my best friend
I know that it might sound more than
a little crazy but I believe

His mind drifted back. Back to his years in Hogwarts. Back to dark brown eyes in a brown face. In a smiling brown face. He couldn't date the day they had become friends. He just remembered that it was sometime in their first year. He and George had played some prank on Snape and Alicia had scolded them for acting so childish once they had returned to the Gryffindor Common room. Angelina had in the meantime very unsuccessfully tried not to laugh when she remembered how Snape's hair had changed into all colours of the rainbow.

That had been the start of their friendship.

I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life

Fred had always thought girls to be more like his mother. Scolding them because of some harmless pranks. Not really understanding what 'all the fuss about Quidditch' was good for. Liking pink and lace and everything girly.

Angelina had been different. He never saw her in a skirt outside of school. She had always been wearing jeans. 'More comfortable and practical' she had told him once.

She loved Quidditch even more than he did himself. She found most of their pranks funny either than childish. She ate chocolate whenever she felt like it, never caring for calories or such stuff. And of course, she was the most beautiful girl in the whole school. She was perfect. Like a dream come true.

There's just no rhyme or reason
only a sense of completion
and in your eyes
I see the missing pieces
I'm searching for
I think I found my way home
I know that it might sound more than
a little crazy but I believe

He remembered his sixth year. The year when those Durmstrangs and Beauxbatons had been in Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. He remembered all the guys, even his little brother going crazy over this Veela. And he remembered that he couldn't understand what they all saw in her. One look at Angelina had told him that he could never imaging falling for such a girl.

And she had agreed to go to the Yule ball with him…

I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life

And he had hoped it would become more than just friendship. He had planned to ask her out the day he and George opened their shop. But she never showed up. She had told Katie and Alicia that they would already know. Only problem: she had never once told them she wasn't going to come.

And then, a few months later she had married some bloke he had never heard of before. He had been devasted.

A thousand angels dance around you
I am complete now that I found you

And still, he couldn't forget her. He couldn't even really stop loving her. It was just impossible for him to do so. He still loved her, although he did everything to try and forget her. It wasn't working.

When he had seen her in the hospital, she had looked so fragile, so hurt. But he hadn't been able to say anything to her. He was still way too hurt. Why hadn't she showed up? Why hadn't she come and be with him on his most important day?

I knew I loved you before I met you
I think I dreamed you into life
I knew I loved you before I met you
I have been waiting all my life

George had admitted the day before that she was staying with him and Alicia. And that she was going to leave for Australia. It was for the best. Fred told himself. At least, that way he wouldn't see her ever again. And maybe, could forget her.

He sighed and shook his head. He needed air. Thinking too much about her had made his head ache. He grabbed his jacket and left the house as fast as possible.


Aishleen was sitting at the desk in the office of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes and was painting. She could hear her uncle talking to one of the customers in the shop when she was just giving the cat on her picture dark green eyes. She put the crayon back on the desk and reached for the brown one, to colour the fur when the greed crayon rolled slowly towards the wall and with a 'tod' fell down behind the desk.

"Oh no." Aishleen arose from the chair and kneed down, trying to reach the crayon, but the space between the desk and the wall was even for her small fingers to thin.

She went into the shop and waited until George had given the boy his bag. Once her uncle turned towards her she told him what had happened.

George ruffled her hair affectionately and went back into the office with her.

"Well, then lets get your crayon back." He switched his wand and with a short spell everything that had been behind the desk came out and landed on the floor in front of them. George raised his eyebrows at all the dirt and Aishleen turn up her nose.

"Guess we should have cleaned up more often." George said when he kneed down and took the small green crayon in his hand. He rubbed the dirt of on his trousers and handed the crayon to Aishleen. Then his eyes fell to an envelope.

When it had been new, it must have been white, but now, it was rather a yellowish brown. He picked it up with just two fingers and looked at it. Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes wasn't using simple white envelopes. They had only ones used them. To send the invitations for the opening.

He looked at the address on the envelope and shook his head slowly. Now, everything was making sense. Well, maybe not everything, but a lot of it.

'What do you mean, 'where is Angie'? She told us you two knew already that she wouldn't come to your opening of the shop'

"Aishleen, come. We have to hurry." He said after one look at the clock. He had less than fifteen minutes.


Fred walked past the shops, looking at the windows, but never once paying real attention to what was inside of them. That was, until he reached the book store. Ironical, really, that he, Fred Weasley noticed what was in a book store. But actually, it was only one book which caught his attention. One book that was advertised for with a huge poster.

'The new novel of England's No. 1 Bestseller author Julia Love Attenborough. Out now'

Then there was the book. A simple red cover. No picture, nothing. Just the author and the title printed in gold letters. But it was the title that had called out to him. There were these words screaming at him in gold letters. He stared for one whole minute at the book before he turned around and started to run.

"Hey, Linda, look, there's the new book of Attenborough."

"Oh, really? What's the title?"

"Love is too strong a word to say it too early. But it has too beautiful a meaning to say it too late!"


"Okay, everyone bound for Australia should be ready in five minutes." Angelina took one last deep breath and was about to arose from her seat when she suddenly saw a familiar redhead coming her way.

"Angie! Wait!" George stopped just in front of her, put Aishleen down and tried to get some breath.

"George, what are you doing here?"

"Please Angie. You can't go. It was all some big misunderstanding!" Angelina looked confused at him then down to Aishleen. The girl was smiling up at her. Obviously remembering her and glad to see her again.

"Here." She held out the envelope to Angelina. She took it from Aishleen and looked back at George.

"I don't understand…"

"This one must have fallen behind the desk when we were writing them. I just found it some minutes ago. Please Angelina, you have to read it. Don't go before you've read it."

"Uncle George? I think I need to go somewhere…" George nodded and took Aishleen's hand in his. He was already leading her away, but turned back to Angelina once more.

"Read it now. And then decide if you still want to go."

Angelina looked after them until they had rounded the corner. She opened the envelope slowly, unsure of what to expect.

Once she had it open, she was glad she was already seated. Inside of it was the invitation to the shop opening, that she had seen Katie, Alicia and Lee getting in their last week at Hogwarts. She felt the tears coming back in her eyes when she opened the card and saw Fred's handwriting.

"The portkey to Australia. Everyone to Australia, the portkey will now be activated."


Fred opened the door and looked down at the place where the portkeys where always activated. But all he could see was how a large group disappeared.

He fell down on his knees and held tightly onto the railing.

"No." he whispered desperately. He had come too late. She was gone. Forever.

"Fred?" Fred looked up to see his brother standing there with Aishleen. His daughter came to him and hugged him.

"Why are you so sad, Daddy?" Fred kissed the top of his daughter's head and looked back at his brother.

"I'm too late. I…" George shook his head and nodded towards the waiting area on the floor below. Fred followed his brother's motion and saw her sitting there, a piece of paper clutched in her hands.

Fred looked up at George, tried to say something. But no words came out. George rolled his eyes and pulled Aishleen out of her father's embrace.

"Will you finally go down there!" Fred nodded slowly and arose on shaky legs. His hands clutched the banister as he made his way downstairs.

Aishleen looked asking at her uncle. George kneed down next to his niece and looked at Angelina.

"Do you know this woman?" He asked and Aishleen nodded.

"Do you like her?" Aishleen nodded again.

"So does your father." Aishleen looked at George with big eyes, then she looked down at her father and Angelina and smiled.

"Good." She whispered and bit her lip when Fred stopped in front of the dark woman.


"Angel." She looked up and her brown eyes met Fred's blue ones. He fell down on his knees in front of her and looked at her with his eyes practically begging her. But for what?

"Angel. I…" he reached out a hand and touched her cheek softly, running his fingertips over her skin.

"Please, give me a chance. I… I've tried to forget you. But I can't. I love you Angelina. Please will you give the two of us a chance?" Angelina had tears in her eyes. She bit her lip and swallowed hard before she could trust her voice again.

"A rose I've picked, her thorn had me pricked, with my blood I write to you: forever I'll love you!" Fred looked at her confused. He remembered this poem. If you could call it that. He had written it on her invitation all those years ago. Had asked her for a date with this poem. But her absence of the shop opening had been answer enough. Why was she saying it now?

"I… I thought you didn't want me there. That I didn't mean anything to you. That our friendship had been nothing but a lie." Angelina said under tears. Now Fred was even more confused.

"I never got it." Angelina said, holding the card up for him to see.

"Not until just now." His mouth fell open when he understood what this meant.

"You thought… all those years we…" He shook his head to clear his thoughts, then took her face in both hands.

"What would your answer have been?" he whispered. His stomach felt so odd as thought the entire Quidditch League was having training inside of him. He felt like a teenager again.

"Yes."

"And what would it be if I'd ask you again. Now?"

"Yes. It will always be yes." Fred smiled and pulled her face close to his. He felt her eyes flutter close, felt her eyelashes against his skin, increasing the beating of his heart.

"I'll never let you go again." He whispered against her lips.


Fred smiled when Angelina closed the door to Aishleen's room behind her. She had just finished telling the little girl a good night story and had brought her to bed.

"She already loves you." He told her and pulled her on his lap.

"And I love her." Angelina replied and put her head on Fred's shoulder.

"This feels nice." She whispered against his neck.

"Mhm." Came the soft reply as Fred's hands stroke her back gently. Angelina felt a tingling sensation starting to grow in her stomach. She bit her lip to stop herself from purring like a cat once Fred's fingers reached her neck.

She felt his lips on her temple and lifted her head from his shoulder. Their lips met in a gentle kiss as Fred leaned back on the bed until he was laying on his back, Angelina on top of him.

She sighed inside his mouth when he pulled her close to him. Fred's hands wandered back down her back and underneath her shirt. She arched her body against his when his fingertips ran over her bare skin. Her breasts were pressed tightly against his chest.

Fred moaned against her lips and let his tongue ran over her lips, urging her to open her mouth and grant him entrance. His hands pulled her shirt over her head, their faces parted for a moment, just long enough to get the shirt off of her body. Fred turned them around on the bed and now, kneeing on top of Angelina, admired her body.

"Like what you see?" Angelina asked him smiling but before he could answer her she pulled him down for another kiss. Her legs moved around his waist, feeling his erection pressing against her body. His hands wandered over her skin, stroking and teasing her. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Taking it off of her slowly.

His lips closed around her nipples once they were freed and he sucked on them like a baby. Angelina brought her hands in his hair and moaned out his name softly. Her hands moved down to his shoulders and she tugged on his shirt.

"Take it off." She whispered and pulled him away from her breast. Fred obliged and pulled his shirt over his head. Angelina ran her hands over his chest, over his stomach.

"Like what you see?" Fred asked now, grinning.

"Very much." Angelina admitted and leaned up to catch his lips in a passionate kiss. Fred leaned down to lie on top of her and groaned when his bare chest made contact with her breasts. He moved one hand between their bodies and stroke her nipple, pinching it and pulling gently until it was hard as a rock. Then he moved his hand down over her body and behind her, resting it on her bottom and pressing her against him before did exactly the same with his other hand.

Angelina threw her head back and tried to catch her breath.

"Oh Merlin, Fred…" she moaned when she felt him rubbing himself against her. She wiggled underneath him. Wanted to feel more of him. Wanted to have him completely.

Fred got the hint and lifted himself off of her, yanking his trousers and boxer shorts down in one movement. He kneed between her legs and looked up at her face when he started to open her jeans.

Angelina licked her lips as she watched Fred take off his trousers. She couldn't wait until they were finally one. Her whole body was screaming for him to finally take her and make her his. She lifted her hips slightly, so he could pull her jeans down. When she finally tore her eyes off of what was between his legs she looked back at his face.

Fred smiled down at her and leaned slowly forward to kiss her right knee. Then her left one. He continued with her inner thighs. One kiss on the right then one on the left side until he reached that one place that was calling out for him. He kissed her softly, blowing against it and darted his tongue out to taste her.

Angelina took his face in her hands and pulled him up to her.

"No time for this now!...I need you!...Can't wait…"

Fred stopped her talking by kissing her deeply. He just released her mouth when he finally became one with her. Letting her moan out his name as her legs moved back around his waist and held him close.

Not as though he wanted to leave the position he was in right now. Ever. He was content were he was and to judge from the sounds she made, so was she. He kissed her and murmured her name against her lips, over and over again, when they came together.


Ah, don't you just love this chapter?

Come on now, did you really think I'd let her just go to Australia like that?

Originally the last part shouldn't have been in this chapter. But I just felt like it. All the 'Angelina finally happy and being loved' just had to be in there, don't you think so.

But now I'm really outpowered. (Wrote 95 of it today!)

Oh, yes, the song 'I knew I loved you' belongs to Savage Garden. I was just borrowing it.