Hello all! Man, it's been since ... December since I've updated. Five months! That's just crazy! I apologize a million times for the delay! For some reason, the story is displayed as 'Completed' but it most definitely isn't completed! I haven't figured out how to change it, so ... I guess it will stay that way!

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter!

I'd like to thank my reviewers: Lia06, TheBrassPotato, aspirer, Celi, Sally, Beexyanca, FizzingWhizbeez

I'm going to stop replying to reviewers in the actual story, since I finally noticed the other way to reply to the reviewers on here! So, up until now, I apologize for not replying to some of you! I'm just a bit slow and it took me a while to figure the thing out!

R&R!

Despite the fact that Angelina was quite fond of using magic to accomplish simple tasks, such as packing, today was just going all wrong for her. Fred had packed last night for their trip to Norway, freeing him to handle things around the house while Angelina did her last minute packing.

So far she had attempted to fold a pair of corduroy trousers and had managed to successfully rip them in half; she had unintentionally changed one of her favorite blue blouses bright yellow as she tried to levitate it from a drawer to her traveling bag; and she had managed to cause a bottle of toothpaste to explode as she had magically screwed it's top back on.

Angelina didn't know whether to blame the incidents on her wand or the fact that maybe her hand movements weren't exactly perfect since she was in such a rush. Nevertheless, she was almost done packing. She had dismally thrown the trousers in the trash bin since she had never been that good at magically repairing any kinds of items, much less clothing items.

"Ange! What was that?" Fred called as he heard an explosion coming from their bedroom.

"Toothpaste bottle exploded!" She called back down the stairs, to where he was standing at the base of the stairs.

"What?" She heard him coming up the stairs and soon the redheaded Weasley was peeping his head into their bedroom. "Why are your favorite corduroys in the trash?" He picked up the clothing item out of the trash, and immediately realized why they were in there when one half of the pants remained in the bin.

"Just an accident dear," She was emerged in their closet, looking for something formal should they decide to go out to a nice restaurant while in Norway. "Do you think I need to pack more Muggle clothes? Or my robes?"

"I'd say mainly Muggle, but the house up there is secluded, you know. So ... whichever you feel more comfortable in. I only packed two or three robes. Two regular and one dress robe." Fred informed his wife as he dropped the corduroys back into the trash and recognized the bright yellow blouse contrasting greatly with the deep red bedspread they had on their queen sized bed. "Ange, is this the blouse Ginny bought you for your birthday this year?"

The frustrated Angelina leaned her head out of the closet far enough to catch a glimpse of the article Fred was referring to. "Oh, yes. Another bloody wand malfunction."

"Ah, right." Fred nodded, unconvinced at the excuse she was using. "Angelina, love, have you been to the medi-wizard lately?"

Angelina, who had been deciding whether to take an off the shoulder, knee length light aqua formal dress or a burgundy strapless floor length dress, immediately froze and slowly backed out of the closet. "Why would you ask that? You know I haven't."

Fred didn't want to get his hopes up, but the symptoms pointed to something that could either be a blessing or a problem to the Weasley family. "Ange, babe, you remember about a month or so ago whenever your teammate Zora threw that party?"

"What relevance is that to my magic being off?" Angelina tilted her head to the side and placed on hand on her hip, the other on the doorframe of the closet.

"More to the point, you remember when we got back from Zora's party?" He tried to lure her along into his same train of thought without completely giving his thoughts away so bluntly.

Angelina's brown eyes seemed to gradually reach the size of teacups. "Oh no." She gasped as she finally realized what he was hinting at. "Oh no. Fred, that can't be it. It was only one time out ofmany times we weren't precautious... what are the odds? Fred." She looked at her husband desperately, wanting him to dismiss her fears of what was happening.

"Ange, look, it's nothing definite. All I know is that Ginny went through the same thing within the first few weeks whenever she found out she was pregnant." The redhead had finally said the 'p' word. Pregnant.

Angelina's shock was sensible. She had quit taking the Pill a few months back after some negative side effects – she had to resort to Muggle ways of preventing the pregnancy since the Wizarding World didn't have a 'prevention spell' so to speak – but Fred had always been cautious to use protection. Except for that one time. That one time whenever he had been too drunk to think clearly about taking precautions.

"Fred ..." She said his name as fright crept into her voice. She deftly walked over to her husband, who was standing near the bed. He immediately put his arms around her as he sensed that she was weak. His arms wrapped around her as he guided her body down to the mattress.

"Ange, that might not be it. I'm not trying to rush the idea of pregnancy onto you, it's just that sometimes things like this happen." Fred tried to console his silent wife. It wasn't that Angelina didn't want kids, she really did. She had always thought that she would have children, but in her recent fantasies of having children, she had been in her late twenties. Established in her career and mentally, emotionally, and financially ready. She was only one of those, from her point of view, and that was financially stable.

She didn't know what to say. "When can I see a medi-wizard?" Was her mumbled question as her head rested on Fred's shoulder.

"Do you want me to find out? I can see if we can get one for this afternoon. George can handle things in Norway should we be a day late." He reasoned, trying to say the right things to Angelina.

"Yes, yes, please." She nodded, thankful that even if she could have an appointment this afternoon the test results would be immediate since their magical technology was much more advanced than Muggle technology in that department.

"Let me pay St. Mungo's a visit really quickly. I'll only be half an hour, tops." He pulled away from her. He knew that Angelina would rather him take immediate action than delay results by remaining longer than necessary with her.

"Please hurry." She told him as she pulled back and gave him a lingering, desperate kiss on the lips.

"Just busy yourself with something. Carry on like normal." Fred placed a kiss on the side of her temple as he stood and disappeared a moment later into thin air as he apparated to St. Mungo's.

Fred had been able to get an appointment almost immediately. He had returned for Angelina and they had gone back to St. Mungo's. They had been extremely nervous as Angelina had gotten some blood work done and the wait for the test results had been even more agonizing.

"Mr. and Mrs. Weasley?" Their nurse had came in, a sign that the test results were gone. "Your medi-wizard had an urgent call in the delivery ward. But, I do have Mrs. Weasley's test results if you want me to go over them with you."

Fred looked at Angelina, who nodded. "Yes, that would be fine." Fred answered the nurse's question.

"OK." The nurse nodded and opened their folder. She was smiling, nearly beaming, and Angelina noticed this and a look of fright immediately washed over her features. "Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Weasley, you're going to be parents!" The nurse said happily, but saved her enthusiastic comments whenever she saw the dismal look on Angelina Weasley's face. "I'll leave you two to discuss the news." She promptly exited and Angelina stiffened as she met Fred's gaze. He had held her hand through the whole ordeal ... but he looked so distant from comfort at the moment. She knew that she would only drain the happiness from the moment by saying something. Fred had always wanted kids, no matter what the circumstances. He would have been over the moon if he had been a father at seventeen. Angelina knew Fred was using all of his willpower not to show his excitement; just because he knew Angelina's reaction was going to be less welcoming.

"Ange ..." Fred was at a loss for words. He wanted to jump around, do a few back flips, and give Angelina the biggest kiss ever for making him a father. He restrained himself since he knew that the unplanned element of the event was a big blow to Angelina. She wasn't ready.

"No, no, Fred." She decided to suck it all up as she thought things completely through. There was a child growing inside of her. It might be extremely small at the moment, but she and Fred had done something wonderful. She wasn't about to mess that up. "I couldn't be happier." She said, not lying at all. "It's finally hit me, Fred." She touched the side of her husband's face tenderly, and he met the gesture with a smile. "I think I'm – we're – ready for this. A career is nothing compared to a child, our child."

"Really, Ange?" He met her gaze, attempting to seek out the sincerity he knew would either be there, or the mask of a lie. The former was all he could detect.

"Really, Fred." She answered. She blinked her eyes, tears coming to them after seeing the joy in Fred's own irises. "I can't wait to tell everyone."

"They'll be rightly shocked, won't they?"

"Looks like we're all here, now," George Weasley observed as his twin brother and sister-in-law arrived at the lakeside Norwegian estate, Apparating in the middle of the large and extravagantly decorated formal sitting room.

"Sorry it took us so long," Angelina apologized in an uncharacteristically shy tone, her hand firmly holding onto Fred's in a death grip.

"Want me to send your trunks up?" George asked, glancing at the trunks that had appeared along with the married couple.

"Nah," Fred shook his head, pulling a funny face, "I've got it," He flicked his wand and the trunks began moving on their own and disappeared up the stairway, turning, and then vanishing from sight completely, "So, dear brother," He said cheerily, "Where's the rest of our rowdy mates?"

George laughed, "Oliver, Alicia, and Katie are down by the lake, I think. Last I saw Alicia was about to get thrown in." George smiled broadly. "C'mon you old bags, get yer arses out there and join the fun!"

Angelina forced a smile ... she wouldn't be able to fully enjoy this vacation until she came clean with her friends. The timing wasn't right at the moment, but when would it be?"

"Oliver Wood! No!" Alicia squealed as her former Quidditch Captain hauled her up in a cradle position and approached the freezing waters of the lake.

Katie Bell was sitting on the grass, laughing at her friends as they played about. For the past hour they all had been sitting around, chatting happily and retelling jokes and old school memories. She hadn't laughed so hard in months, and she immediately vanquished any regrets she had assumed she would have about this trip.

"In ya go!" The Scotsman cheerfully hoisted the ex-Mrs. George Weasley into the chilly lake and stood there laughing, proud of his accomplishment.

"Hah!" Katie loudly laughed from a few dozen meters away. Oliver gazed over at her and smiled at the laughter escaping from the very much pregnant widow.

"Consider yourself lucky, Katie-dear," Alicia huffed as she resurfaced and shot Oliver a death glare. He shrugged at her, a smirk on his face.

The smirk disappeared as soon as Alicia's hand flew out of the water with a glob of mud in the palm of her hand. "Oh, Ollie!" She heaved the mess at him, her excellent aim as a Chaser aiding her cause as it hit Oliver square in the face.

"Uh. Oh." Katie murmured as she watched the reaction on Oliver's face.

"Oi, Spinnet, you're in for it now!" Alicia scooped up some more mud and hurled it at Oliver as he charged down into the water, bending down and scooping up some mud himself.

Soon there was nothing but brown mud flying back and forth and Katie was glad she was out of their shot range. Unfortunately, George, Fred, and Angelina had been chatting animatedly as they came down to the lakeside and an off target mud ball from Alicia hit Fred square in the head, the rest splattering all over the nearby George and Angelina.

Angelina, George, and Katie all burst out laughing, the first two not minding the little bit they had been hit with. Fred, however, burst down the rest of the distance to the lake and tackled his ex-sister-in-law as she stood about knee-deep in the cold lake.

"Well look what we've been missing!" George called as he and Angelina joined Katie on the hill, away from the activities that were going on in the lake – namely Fred and Alicia double teaming Oliver in what Alicia had just shouted 'payback for the 5 AM practices and complete madman Quidditch attitude'.

"If they think he was bad ..." George teased as he nodded towards Angelina who raised her eyebrows at him.

"Complaining, George?" She mused threateningly.

"Oh no, no, not at all!" George threw his hands up in surrender, "I loved it."

On cue, another glob of mud hit George in the back of the head, "Liar!" Alicia yelled at him teasingly as she was then lifted and dunked by Oliver into deeper water, her light red robes a mere flash as she quickly met her fate.

"If you ladies would excuse me ..." In true George Weasley fashion, he ran down the hill emitting some sort of war cry, jumping right into the fray. He managed to hit Oliver right on the shoulder before the Quidditch captain got him right in the mouth as George began to yell something at the reemerging Alicia.

"Ooh." The two women sitting on the grass commented as they observed the scene.

"They never grow up," Angelina laughed, pushing her earlier awkward mood to the back of her head.

"Fun to watch, though," Katie replied truthfully, "Why don't you join in and get 'em all for me, Ange?"

Angelina smiled hesitantly, "Not much up for it myself."

"Hah. I'm pregnant, what's your excuse?" Katie asked jovially.

If only you knew, Katie. If only you knew. Angelina thought to herself, "I'm just observing the beautiful weather. Plus, the idea of getting muddy isn't all that appealing at the moment."

"And those four are going to freeze their arses off when they get out here with this wind," Katie indicated as the breeze shook some of the trees and her ponytail blew around.

"Very true." Angelina observed, distractedly staring off into the distance, "You OK, Katie?" She asked as they tuned out the various screams and war cries that were coming from the lake.

The pregnant – or, unbeknownst to her, more pregnant – ex-Gryffindor Chaser nodded and responded lowly, "Yeah, I'm alright. I've already enjoyed this so much more than I originally thought I would, you know."

"Yes, well, surrounded by these people," Angelina indicated the four people splashing about as George took extra care to dunk Alicia down into the water as he himself ducked from a wild throw from Oliver, "How could you not enjoy it? Even 'Licia and George are getting on well, and you know how they are."

"Yea, you're right," Katie answered deftly. She didn't really know much about the relationship that Alicia and George shared nowadays, since she was so detached from her friends' lives. She knew bits and pieces from whenever she allowed Alicia to come visit, but she only got one side of it.

"And then there is Oliver ..." Angelina trailed off as Katie looked at her oddly, but they were interrupted as the man in question trudged out of the water and came up to see the two ladies, taking extra care to shake his now-clingy blue robes at the two dry witches.

"Oi! Watch it you!" Angelina called as she took a swipe at Oliver's shin. He moved away just enough to prevent her from making contact with him.

Oliver childishly stuck his tongue out at her and sat down on the grass, "Merlin, it's freezing!" He exclaimed as a breeze blew and made contact with his skin.

"Aren't you a right genius!" Angelina laughed, "Care to elaborate on just why you might be freezing, Ollie-dear?"

"Probably something to do with ... cold water, windy month, and soaked body?" Oliver guessed, hopefully looking at Angelina, playing along with the dumb reference.

"Well aren't you a smart one!" Angelina exclaimed just as Alicia, George, and Fred emerged from the lake, all three making the same complaints.

"Warm ... inside ... house ... fire," Alicia stuttered out as she wrapped her arms around herself.

"The sad thing is that we understand that," Fred nodded as he tried to make it appear that he wasn't cold. Didn't do it so well.

"Well lets all go inside then," Katie stated obviously as Angelina stood and both Angelina and Oliver offered her a hand in getting up. Katie accepted and got to her feet with their assistance, muttering a 'thank you' to the both of them.

"G-G-George," Fred stammered, his earlier facade now completely gone, "Did you ha-happen to get the f-fire g-going?"

"Yeah," George nodded, already beginning to walk towards the huge home, "C'mon."

All of the mates obliged, the four soaked ones more so than the rest. Angelina left Katie unintentionally as she fell into step with her husband – more likely than not feeling a bit odd keeping something from her friends and seeking comfort with someone that knew the secret already.

Alicia and George were talking animatedly and laughing, whenever they weren't shivering and stuttering; if you would have been a stranger around them, you wouldn't think they had gone through a 'bitter' exes phase and had a somewhat complicated relationship now.

"Got a bit of mud in your hair," Katie observed with a laugh as Oliver caught up with the rest of them, but remained towards the back with Katie.

"Yeah yeah," He laughed, shaking his head, "You're just lucky I'm considerate and don't dump any if it in your hair."

"Well aren't you a nice one," Katie acknowledged as she laughed and reached up and picked a particularly bothersome glob of mud out of the Scotsman's wet brown hair.

Alright. There you are! The plot is slowly making progress! As you may have noticed, the main parts of this chapter was the beginning with Angelina and Fred dealing with the whole pregnancy issue & showing that Katie does actually know how to laugh a little bit.

I'm working on the next chapter now! I'm planning for Angelina to not keep the pregnancy a secret for long, but I can't say definitely if it will be revealed to everyone else in the next chapter or not! Definitely some more Alicia/George (friendly,small chance of romantic)scenes coming up, as well as a little bit of Katie/Oliver (friendly) stuff. Oh, and just so you know, just because Katie was all happy in this chapter doesn't mean she's 100 per cent happy and completely over Kelly!

Yet again, R&R!

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