Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Harry Potter, but I own Lily and the plot. I do not make any money from this.

WARNING!!!

THIS STORY ISN'T RATED "M" FOR NOTHING!!!

Do not read if you don't want to be scarred for life from reading my horribly badly written sex-scenes.

Summary: What could have happened if Fred had had a girlfriend. Quick scenes from their meetings, and what happened after he died.

Author's Note: Well... we all know how Fred ended up... Q.Q


After the Battle of Hogwarts

I held my hands on my giant stomach as I entered the Great Hall. It was difficult to maneuver around the cheering people, but most of them moved out of my way as I walked along the row of dead people. I stopped as I saw the mountain of redheads, mourning over one of them. I couldn't see who it was, but still I knew. I stayed where I was, unable to take another step. A horrible, rotting feeling crept up from my stomach and spread throughout the rest of my body until I felt I was slowly hollowing out on the inside. Suddenly, George was at my side. He helped me to walk over to his family, and they moved a bit out of the way so I could see who it was.

There was no shock. No tears, not screaming. Just that terrible truth, whispering to me that this was what I had known all along. I walked over to Fred's body and George helped me as I sat down next to him, my hands still on my stomach. I looked at him, where he could have been asleep, just to wake up in a moment. I felt cold, numb. It was unbelievable, and yet, not surprising. I moved a hand from my stomach to touch his chest. I moved to stroke his cheek, move some hair out of his face, touch his lips and nose and closed eyes. All the time thinking:

"He's gonna wake up soon. If I just… he's going to wake up." At the same time, I knew he wouldn't. He would never wake up again.

There are supposedly fire stages of grief; denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance, and I were experiencing them all at the same time. I looked at his face, stared at it, but then closed my eyes. I didn't want this to be how I remembered him. I wanted to remember him alive, cheerful and loving. I moved and kissed him on the forehead, before I stood up and began to walk away, hands on my stomach. I heard someone call my name, but I kept walking out of the castle, out on the grounds. I took deep breaths of fresh air, and then screamed. I just roared, trying to scream loud enough to wake him up. The grief was clawing itself out of my chest, making me about to burst and I needed it to go away. I was drowning, and screaming for air for something to drag me from the sadness. I fell down on my knees and kept screaming, even though my throat was burning.

I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders and realized I wasn't alone, and that I had stopped screaming. I looked up and saw George stand with me. Tears I hadn't earlier noticed rolled down my cheeks and stained my robes. He sat down next to me and hugged me tightly. I cried with him for a long while, how long I didn't know. But when the tears stopped he helped me to stand up and walked with me inside the castle again. The bodies were gone, moved to be prepared for funeral's I supposed, and I was met by the warm arms of the Weasley's. I let myself be hugged and lead away to the hospital wing.


When I woke up it was dark around me. I sat up with difficulty and looked around. George was sitting by the window, looking out and smiling weakly at me as he noticed I was awake.

"How're you feeling?" he asked softly and I looked at my stomach.

"Empty." I replied, and then added: "Yet… hopeful." I put my hands on my stomach and George laughed tiredly.

"You're in a healthier place than I am." He said and walked over to sit on my bed. I put a hand on his shoulder, and he let me. "He… it feels like part of me has been torn away. Like I'm only half a person." He whispered and I caressed his cheek.

"I know." I said simply and did my best to wipe away the tears that fell down his cheeks.


He's dead... Q.Q It's so sad... I cry every time I re-read the books... it's just sooo not fair.

Rowling was mean to kill Fred. Poor Lily.