A/N: This takes place right after their 7th year. And for the sake of the story, the twins (or at least Fred) don't have any interest in "a pretty Muggle girl down in town who thinks my card tricks are almost like real magic" or any other girl that might have been mentioned in book 6 (or 7). So in this story, I'm just going to be pretending that didn't happen. My goal is to not have Fred and Angelina break up and make up multiple times in this, because I want to focus in on the strength of their relationship. Thanks again to all the reviewers!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property and brilliant creation of J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 3

The healers said it wasn't a magical illness; they couldn't explain it. The doctors said that she was simply sick and that the best thing the family could do for her is keep her comfortable at her house. But they couldn't explain it either.

The best explanation was Angelina's Uncle Miles' explanation: The painful news of Voldemort's return was too much of a shock for his sister. Angelina's mother was seriously ill.

"Angelina, you know you have to go. I will take care of her. Maria will be fine," her Uncle Miles told her as she stood on the porch of her house. She had briefly visited her mom right after school ended, and was on the verge of leaving.

"You-Know-Who killed my father last time he was in power!" Angelina cried miserably.

"Which is why this makes so much sense, Angie!" Lee said, his arm in hers supporting her, holding her luggage.

"Sam was a great Auror and he died valiantly. It may be a bit much for Maria to take at the moment, but I'll be here helping her get better." Miles said.

"Uncle Miles, I know you're a doctor, but you can't do magic!" she exclaimed.

"And your magical doctors said this wasn't a magical illness!" said Miles indignantly.

"That's not what I'm saying! Mum was Muggle-born and Dad was famously outspoken against You-Know-Who, which means there's a good chance that Death Eaters or You-Know-Who himself will try to attack her! And you wouldn't stand a chance!" she explained.

"And that's why I live next door!" Lee intervened. "I wouldn't let anything happen to your family, you know that!"

"I know." She said feebly.

"So you're going to move in with Fred, probably have great sex, and become a famous Quidditch player!" Lee exclaimed, trying to lighten the mood. Miles blinked several times, stunned, and turned an awkward shade of red.

"Lee!" Angelina shouted, shoving him and blushing fiercely.

He shrugged. "What I'm saying is you're going to carry on with your life with the man you're in love with, all without feeling guilty for leaving your mom under our care!"

"Maria wouldn't want you staying here to take care of her. She'd want you to live your life and be in love, while you still can!" Miles said. "It's what she and Sam did."

Angelina looked up at him surprised. She never heard this story.

"Your parents got married right in the middle of war the last time You-Know-Who was in power. A lot of people couldn't understand why, since most people were breaking things off with people they loved at that time. Most people were terrified of getting too serious or allowing themselves to love, in case someone would die. Your parents felt that if they did break up and one of them died, it would be even worse to deal with, since they would have lost their last chance of being with each other. And if anything, being together in tough times helped them survive as long as they did. Even after Sam died, your mother valued the time they had together, because they spent it wisely. Their love made them stronger; it was like a weapon against the tragedy around them. And though Sam died and You-Know-Who took so much from them, he still couldn't take away the love they held on to."

After a moment of silence, a squeeze to her hand from Lee brought her back to reality. She was lost in her Uncle's words. Angelina, who had thought herself strong on her own mere months ago, and who had promised herself she would never become vulnerable or trust someone with her heart, realized that she didn't feel strong at all without Fred. She loved him.

"Ok." She said after a while. "But if anything—"

"We'll tell you immediately." Miles said, interrupting her.

Angelina nodded, feeling strangely numb with both worry and excitement. She gave her uncle and Lee a hug and took her luggage from him. "Good bye."

"Tell Fred and George "hi" for me. Bye Ang." Lee said.

She turned on the spot, disapperating and feeling her way into constricted nothingness. As pressure was lifted off her, she turned to find herself in a brightly colored joke shop. She was there. Ninety-three, Diagon Alley. Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes. Temporarily lost in awe of her surroundings, she jumped at the sound of footsteps behind her and promptly dropped her luggage.

"Hey Angel."

She turned around to see Fred, gazing at her with a boyish smile on his face, standing in his magenta robes. If it was possible, he seemed to have grown a few inches, and his hair was a bit longer, curling over his ears at a perfect length. His warm, hazel eyes that reminded her of autumn were twinkling at her, the same as always.

"Fred." She whispered in disbelief. After anticipating this moment for months, they both seemed as if they were in full-body-binds—afraid that if they moved, the moment would disappear.

"How's your mum?" Fred asked gently, still not moving and gazing at her with compassion in his eyes.

"She's with my uncle. And Lee." She said, her mind starting to drift to other thoughts, like the feeling of his arms around her and his lips on hers. "He says "hi"."

Fred nodded. And suddenly he rushed towards her, pulling her into his arms and holding her like she would disappear if he ever let go. He pressed his soft lips on hers. The kiss deepened rapidly, with both of them feeling more alive by the second and more aware of how much they missed each other. She pulled off his magenta robes, revealing Muggle clothing, and he pulled away suddenly, with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I believe I haven't given you the grand tour yet."

"No. You haven't."

"Let's start with the upstairs first, shall we?" He said, grabbing her hand and with a flick of his wand brought her luggage floating up the stairs after them.

Their upstairs was surprisingly roomy, and along with a sitting room and kitchen, the twins each had their own room.

"And you're sure this is ok with—Oh, hello George." Angelina said, as Fred's identical twin waltzed suddenly from his bedroom.

"Angelina." George nodded, as he plopped down on a sofa. "I heard about your Mum. Hope she's alright."

"Thank you." Angelina said briefly, not wanting to dwell on the subject. "So… my moving in with Fred is ok?"

"Sure it is. We'd love your company here with us… Although I'm sure Fred loves it a bit more, I'd have to say." George said, raising his eyebrows. "Just as long as you cast an Imperturbable Charm each night, mate." He said to Fred, winking.

"Alright, wanker, that's enough." Fred said, the tips of his ears reddening.

"How's Lee doing? And Katie Bell for that matter." George asked. "I heard Lee finally plucked up the courage and asked her out, the sly dog!"

"Yes, they're fine." Angelina said, glancing at the door leading to Fred's room. "He says "hi", by the way."

George smiled mischievously, clearly knowing how impatient they were getting. Fred, meanwhile, had slowly been inching her luggage in the air towards the door; it was now softly bumping it repeatedly.

"What's that noise?" George asked, though he knew. He turned to look at the source with mock-surprise and realization. "Oh… I see."

Thankfully, a bell issued from downstairs, signaling that there was a customer.

"You going to get that Fred? No? Well alright." George said with a smirk, as he finally excused himself. Fred and Angelina exchanged pleasantly annoyed glances, and Angelina opened the door to Fred's room with her wand, taking the initiative to lead them in there.

"It's… clean." She said looking around the tidy room with shock.

"Well… that took a while." Fred admitted.

"You know I don't expect you—or want you— to keep your room clean. I don't like it this clean." She said, putting her arms around his neck as her luggage landed on the floor with a thump.

"I'll take that in mind." Fred said, pointedly dropping the magenta robes he carried upstairs on the floor.

"That's more like you." Angelina smiled, pressing her lips eagerly to his. With a flick of his wand, the door shut and locked, and an Imperturbable Charm was cast.

For a moment, Fred pulled away and gazed intently in Angelina's eyes.

"We're going to be alright." He said. Always her hero and always reassuring her, making her feel safer and stronger. "I love you, Angel."

"I love you too, Fred Weasley." She said, meaning it with her whole heart and kissing him again, as he laid her carefully on the bed.

A/N: Sorry if this was a shorter one, I kinda needed a chapter to set up Angelina's background. Thanks again to the people who reviewed Chapter 2: Genne, Santiva Potter, The Sushi Monster, and Nesha227.