Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I never will.

Sorry that it took so long for me to update, I have been incredibly busy lately. talcumpowder, my dear friend and beta, is the inspiration for this chapter. She made me write a winter solstice fic, I felt inspired. Thank you to all of my lovely reviewers. I shall take your advice.

Angelina

When you are upset, the last thing that you want to hear is that you were wrong too. No, seriously. I know that I am not exactly as pure as snow, but he was the person that I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with. And she is going to have his child. Not me. After Alicia stormed out, George wasn't exactly very happy with me.

But he forgave me, it wasn't as if he cares about her more than he cares about me. We have both been equally good friends with him. Just because she was in love with him doesn't mean that he likes her. It doesn't. The question is, how will everyone else feel about it?

It's really confusing. I mean, I am angry at her. And at him. But I believe it was a mistake. But it isn't fair. Not by a long shot. Fred's dead, George was all I had left of him. But Alicia has his baby.

Life isn't fair.

She's still my best friend. But I can't completely forgive her yet. There have to be repercussions.

Alicia may have been upset, but she wasn't stupid. She still had to tell Fred's family that she was going to have his baby. Except for George. After all, he already knew. She could have killed him for knowing that. She hadn't, exactly, intended to tell him. She was going to let him find out from someone else. Oh well.

Anyway, Alicia wanted to tell Mrs.Weasley, it was only right. Especially since it was her grandchild.

So, the next morning, she ended up in front of The Burrow. She prayed that most of the family weren't home. This was going to be extremely uncomfortable. It didn't have to be worse. She also prayed that George or Angelina hadn't gotten to The Burrow first.

She tried to relax, the door opened. She wasn't ready, but she had miserable luck. She saw by the look on Mrs.Weasley's face that she was safe. She tried to smile, "Hello, Mrs. Weasley."

"Hello dear. What are you doing at The Burrow so early in the day. You know, George isn't here."

"I know, I . . . needed to speak with you about something," Mrs.Weasley didn't exactly look as if she wanted to talk to Alicia. But she gave in, Alicia didn't exactly look quite well.

So she said kindly, "I was going to visit Fred's grave, come with me and you can tell me what you have to say."

Alicia really didn't want to do that. But now she was being dragged away and she didn't have much of a choice. When they got there, Mrs.Weasley seemed to forget that she was there. "Hello dear," she said to the grave of her son. She looked at Alicia, "It wasn't fair , when he died I lost two of my sons. George is no longer George. And Fred . . . Isn't here at all.

"I know."

It was all she could say. What else can you say to a grieving mother? She watched as Mrs. Weasley knelt in front of Fred's grave.

"I'll never hold Fred's children in my arms. He'll never be married. He was always the more boisterous of the twins, you know. Well, of course you know, you were one of his closest friends."

Alicia knelt next to Mrs.Weasley, she started crying. She felt arms go around her, Mrs.Weasley patted her on the back, "There, there dear. I understand how you feel. But don't cry in front of Fred. Why don't you tell me what you wanted to tell me? Maybe it will make you feel better."

Alicia started to try to calm down. She was breathing slowly and deeply. "Mrs. Weasley, I did something that I regret and I can't go back and change it."

"Everyone does, telling someone will make you feel better. It usually does."

Alicia had no idea how to say it. It had seemed obvious that she had had to apologize to Angelina. But what was she supposed to say to Mrs.Weasley? " I'm pregnant with Fred's baby."

Mrs.Weasley blinked at her for a moment. " Oh, I understand."

"No you don't" She started crying again. She then proceeded to tell the entire story, even what had happened the night before. Even that she had previously been in love with George. Mrs. Weasley, being Mrs.Weasley, told Alicia that she was going to take care of her. After all, her parents were dead, she didn't have any family left.

"No, I couldn't let you do that. My parents left me well-provided for. I'll be fine."

"That isn't what I meant, you need to be around people. Now, how far along did you say that you were?"

"Three months," she said in a small voice. Alicia wasn't exactly feeling very well. After the initial adrenaline rush, she just felt tired.

"Okay, Ginny goes back to school next month, you can stay in Ron's room. Is that okay? He's with Hermione, trying to put their lives back together. It's a little harder for them, they missed their last year. Anyway, do you mind?"

"Mrs.Weasley, that is very kind of you, but my publisher wants me to start on the manuscript for my third book."

This may require some explanation: Alicia is a writer. She sold her first book a month after graduating. The second got her a contract with her publisher a year after she graduated. She took a break during the fight against Voldemort, obviously. Alicia wants to get back to writing. But she is pregnant. Yikes.

"You can write anywhere. You are pregnant with my grandchild, don't forget that." That was definitely a demand.

Angelina had a little discussion with Mrs.Weasley. She had gone to speak with Alicia, she found out that she was visiting Mrs.Weasley and she got a warning. You see, Mrs.Weasley wasn't going to let Angelina upset Alicia. She wanted her grandchild. But she wasn't mean, just protective. So, after promising not to upset Alicia, Angelina walked into the kitchen and found Alicia and Ginny talking.

Of course it was quiet as soon as they saw her. "Ginny, would you mind letting me speak to Alicia for a moment." It wasn't exactly a question. But it wasn't mean either. It just . . . was. Ginny left, Angelina sat down across from Alicia.

"We are both idiots, neither one of us have been exactly the most loyal of friends. You hurt me, but I believe that it was a mistake. It happens. I understood how you felt about George and I slept with him anyway. Either way, we've both done things we aren't completely proud of." She sighed, "We should start over with a clean slate. You are still my best friend, but I want to be part of your baby's life."

"Of course, I just don't understand why you would want to." Wait a second, "Why do you want to?"

"There isn't much else that I can do."

TwistedSky: Well,. I have issues. Do you see what I have done two such beloved characters? All I can do is promise that there will definitely be a happy ending.

Also, I am a hopeless romantic,so Angelina needs to fall in love again. Suggestions, anyone? (talcumnote: CHARLIE. Kthxbai.)

Review, please.