Five years later...
I walked through the funeral home in late autumn, holding the hand of little Freddie. "Where are we going, Mommy?" he asks sweetly, his shining brown eyes gazing up at me. He held a lollipop in his hand that his Uncle George gave him, and was constantly licking it and getting his face sticky. "We're going to visit Mommy's friend today, Freddie." I say quietly. I keep my gaze in the direction of his headstone, following the directions Molly wrote on a piece of paper. After the war and the Weasley's finding out I was having Fred's child, we became close-knit, visiting each other weekly at our houses, reminiscing sometimes about the good times with Fred, and how little Freddie already resembled his father. I was too weak to visit the graveside, the last time I had collapsed in a fit of sobs, but now I felt ready. I wanted to talk to him.
At last, I came to the large gravestone, engraved: 'Fred Arthur Weasley, beloved son, brother, and father. We will miss you Fred. We can't wait to see you when we get to where you are.' I kneeled, placing the bouquet of red roses in the litle vase, and stared at the name repeatedly, tears forming in my green eyes. Freddie sat down as well, curling his little legs beneath him and leaning forward onto the stone. "Mommy," he said slowly, as if he was trying to work something out in his little mind, "your friend has the exact same name as me." He turned to me, his brows furrowed in deep thought. I nodded teary-eyed. "I know, love. I-I-well, that's because-" I paused and broke into fresh tears, burying my face in my scarf. My little boy got up and wrapped his arms around my neck, kissing my face. "Don't cry, mommy. Who is he?" I looked at him and saw the same face I had seen just a few years back, and breathed in a shaky breath. "That's your daddy, love."
Freddie let go of me and stared at the framed picture of his father, putting his small hands on either side of the stone. "He looks like me, mommy," he said quietly. I nodded, unsure of how he would react to this sudden bit of information. He turned back to me with concern. "Do you still love him mommy?" he asks. 'Yes,' I thought, 'so very much.' I cleared my throat. "Yes, love." He nodded and stood up. "Do you think he might be watching out for me and you to make sure we have a good life?" I had never thought to deeply on this. I knew he was always with me, and he was so proud of his son. "Yes, love, and he wants us to be happy together, until we get to see him." I wiped tears from my eyes, still gazing at his engraved name. "I can't wait to see him then," Freddie said, smiling and hugging me once more, and then walked to the big sycamore down the way and began to climb it.
I let out a sigh. "Oh Merlin Fred," I said shakily, " I'm so sorry. I love you. You should see how big little Freddie's gotten. He looks just like you." I place my hands around his picture, staring into the beautiful brown eyes I fell head over heels with. "I wish I had another chance, love." I muttered, hanging my head. Then, the wind began to blow softly through the trees, freezing my face. Suddenly, I feel someone grip my shoulder slightly.
"I love you, Madeline," I heard in my ear, "and I love little Freddie too. Please don't continue like this, he needs you more than ever. Be strong. I will see you, love, very soon. Oh, and give Freddie a big kiss from Daddy, and tell him I am so proud of my little man." And with one ghost of a kiss on my cheek, Fred went back. I shook with grief at the supernatural happening, and cried for a long while. But then I remembered what he told me. 'Be strong.'
I stood up slowly from the grave. "I will always love you, Fred," I whispered, and walked over to little Freddie in the tree. "Freddie," I began, "did you know Daddy wanted me to tell you that he loved you very much?" The five year old stopped and hung from a branch. "You talked to him, mommy?" he asked, eyes wide with wonder. I shook my head. "No love, but he talked to me. He wants us to be happy, and he loves you and me, and he'll see us very soon." My little boy began to smile big, and he leapt from the branch and onto the ground. "I knew it mommy," he whispered, grabbing my hand as we walk together out of the cemetary.