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, well, well. Lookie here! It's one of those epilogues! Kinda... I think... maybe... ^-^;


11 years later – 2009

"Come on! Let's go already!" Åsa called and I laughed tiredly.

"Darling I can't run quite as fast as you with my big stomach!" I replied and my red haired, 11-year old daughter stopped and walked back to me.

"What if we miss the train?" she whined and I rolled my eyes.

"We have twenty minutes until the train leaves silly." I told her and she pouted.

"Fine…" she muttered and I took her hand. "Is Christopher coming too?" she then asked and I smiled and ruffled her hair.

"Yes, he is. He will meet us by the platform." As I had said those words, she ran ahead, leaving me pushing her trolley. I smiled after her, and accelerated. King's Cross was packed with people, quite a few of them wizards or witches running along with their families. Åsa was waiting for me, earning laughs from fellow wizards and witches as she was jumping up and down, intently staring at the pillar.

"Mom, mom! We going through there?" she asked and pointed to where a family has just walked through the pillar. I nodded and grabbed her hand before she ran in alone.

"Calm down little one." I told her softly and she smiled up at me. We walked casually towards the pillar, and then as no one watched, walked straight through it. Åsa's eyes widened at the sight of the train, and she laughed giddily and ran into the arms of a tall, blonde man. He lifted her up and let her sit on his shoulders as he bent down to kiss me on the mouth. I kissed him back and then nodded towards the train.

"Should we get her on there now?" I said and Christopher nodded and walked over to the train, while I pulled the trolley to load her bags.

"Lil! Don't you dare load those bags!" Christopher called and put down Åsa on the ground.

"No mommy! I don't want my little brother to be hurt!" she told me sternly and I rested a hand on my stomach as I grinned at her.

"I just hope this one won't be such a nuisance!" I said and laughed as she put out her tongue at me. I bent down and hugged her tightly, kissing her on the cheek and forehead. "You have a great time. Don't be disrespectful to your teachers, and don't break the rules. Find loads of friends, and write us often, okay?" I told her softly and she smiled and kissed me on the cheek.

"Okay!" she hugged Christopher as he came back from loading her bags, and then she walked on the train. I stood looking at the train, and Christopher put an arm around my shoulders. I leant on him, and he put a hand on my stomach.

"I hope she'll be alright." I muttered and he kissed me on the cheek.

"She will be fine. She's got so much spunk from her dad that she would manage wherever she went." He said and I laughed and nodded.

"Agreed." I saw her wave out from a window, and a great gut wrenching happened in my stomach. I waved back at her, feeling my eyes well up.

"You must write to me at least once a week!" I told her and she smiled and put out her tongue at me.

"Twice a week!" she said and then jumped as the horn of the train blew. "Bye mum! Bye Christopher!" she called as the train started to move, and waved at me and Christopher. I waved back and my smile faded as the train rounded the bend. Christopher hugged me from the behind, and kissed my neck.

"She will be fine." He said softly and I nodded.

"I know that. It's just hard to let her go like that." I said. "But she will have a wonderful time. If I am real lucky, she will end up in Hufflepuff or something, and I won't have to worry too much." He took my hand, and we Disapparated away from there.


This was written to show that one can survive the death of a loved one. Kinda... I think... oh crap. Just review and flame me or something. x3

Oh, and Åsa is a typical Swedish name btw.