A/N: So again, any other girls that Fred and George seemed interested in during book 6 or 7, did not happen here, for the sake of the story. Thanks again to all who reviewed it!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, not me.

Chapter 4

"Molly, dear, they'll be fine. Let's go now. We have to pick up the kids' schoolbooks from Flourish and Blotts." Arthur Weasley said, taking his wife's hand to try and pull her away from her sons.

"Now wait Arthur, I almost forgot." Molly said, brushing his hand aside and pulling out a small handbag. She opened it up and searched in it with the top of it to her elbow. "Ah, here it is." Retrieving her hand, she pulled out a whole cooked roast.

"Mum, you didn't need to bring us dinner!" George insisted, though he took the roast with a hungry glint in his eyes.

"We can get food for ourselves!" Fred said.

"Well with you three coming to dinner at the Burrow only on Sundays," Molly started, including Angelina, who had just started joining them for Sunday dinner last week. "I want to make sure you get satisfactory meals as often as I can!"

"Oh, but really Mrs. Weasley, your meals are way better than satisfactory. Angelina complimented her, a bit anxious about getting Fred's dear Mum's approval.

"Angelina you're a doll." Molly said, pulling her into a motherly embrace. "And I do hope your Mother gets better. Our thoughts are with her."

"Thanks Mrs. Weasley. That means a lot." She forced a smile, as she felt a quick pang of guilt and worry that she had been instructed not to feel.

"Alright Molly, that's enough." Arthur said, trying again to make his wife leave.

"Yes, dear. But Fred, George, do consider a haircut. It's getting a bit long. Don't treat your hair how your brother Charlie does." She persisted, smoothing Fred's hair down with her thumb.

"Molly! Really…" Arthur urged her.

"Alright, Arthur." Molly said, surrendering. She quickly gave each of them another hug, and after coming up from the last one she quickly wiped her eyes and muttered something about the bright lights in the store.

"See? That wasn't so bad. Mum loves you." Fred said, pecking Angelina on the lips after Arthur succeeded in dragging Molly out of sight.

"Well of course she loves you! With Fleur at home, you're basically Mum's new best friend. I'm surprised she didn't try to teach her how to knit!" George said, leaving to pit the roast upstairs.

"Although your Mum certainly wasn't thrilled to find that we sleep in the same bed." She said frowning.

"True. But Mum's old fashioned. And when I told her we were living together, it probably didn't occur to her that I meant in the same room. Or even the same house." Fred said laughing. But as Angelina didn't crack a smile, he continued. "We've been living together all summer. Mum was bound to visit sooner or later."

"Yeah, I know."

"Seriously Angel, my Mum loves you!" Fred exclaimed, beaming. Angelina had to believe that—as Fred stated it with excitement and pride written all over his face. He adored his mother and his whole family, as that was half of what he talked about. Fred expressed many times his dreams of raising a huge family like his own. And having a family with Angelina. She was starting to love the idea too. Especially when she watched him talk about it with such passion. When Fred Weasley got a bit older, he was getting married to Angelina Johnson, settling down, and having a Burrow full of children.

And Fred's exhilarated and unbreakable mood continued through the evening, when they dined on a delicious roast from Mum. It continued through most of the night, when him and Angelina laid peacefully asleep in each other's arms.

Fred's mood only diminished when a startling bright light woke them up at a time too soon to be morning.

"What the…?" Angelina asked groggily, turning in Fred's arms to face away from the disturbance.

Fred sat up in bed, to get a better look at the silvery light that took the clear and defined form of a tarantula. He knew what it was, and it's appearance in their bedroom was foreboding.

It was Lee's patronus.

"Hey… Angel. Sit up." Fred said, patting her shoulder.

"What's the matter, Fred?" She mumbled, turning over to face the patronus again. "Who's—?" And then she knew and sat up against Fred.

"Angelina." Lee's voice said, coming from the tarantula. "There's been an attack. Your mother is safe, but…" Lee paused, as if he was there to see the horrified expression on Angelina's face, as she knew what was coming. "Your Uncle Miles is dead."

The tarantula vanished into vapor.

"What?" Angelina said, her brain too stunned to register it… to comprehend.

Fred held her close, protecting her, as her body collapsed against him and she began to cry, hardly able to take in air.

"Shhh…" He whispered soothingly, gently stroking her hair, though fear erupted inside him.

"Fred, I—" She sobbed.

"I know." He cut her off. "You have to go and take care of your mom."

A/N: I got the idea for Lee's patronus being a tarantula from Book 1, when the twins greet Lee at Platform 9 ¾ and he has a box with a hairy spider in it. Thanks again to everyone who reviewed my story! Your reviews keep me motivated, so anything you'd have to say would be helpful!