A/N:Okay this is the last chapter. It's a little fluffy I know but it was fun to write. I hope you guys enjoyed it.

Fred stepped out onto the Astronomy Tower. Technically they were still supposed to be in their Houses but Angelina had run away before the announcement and was nowhere in Griffindor House. He knew her though. He knew where she would be though he hoped against it in this rain. He threw his hood up and walked around to top of the tower. Angelina always liked up here because it was so removed from everyone but it still had a full view of all of Hogwarts. It was like hiding in plain sight. He found her sitting her a corner in a little ball. Her head rested against the stone, she was completely drenched.

"Angel?"

She did not respond.

"Angel face, you can't stay out here."

Angelina still did not respond. Staring into the night, her eyes glazed, she looked like she was in another world. Fred just looked down at the sad figure before him. She and Cedric were always pretty good friends but they had gotten much closer this year since they became partners. Of course, that was because he and Angelina stopped being partners. Angelina sat with her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. Her whole demeanor conveyed protection.

"Angel?" Fred got to his knees and swept wet hair from her face. She didn't even look up. It was as if he wasn't even there. Even though they had not spoken in months, Fred knew better. This was Angelina. This was his Angelina. He knew her better than anyone. She was his best friend—besides George. He swept his arms under her and picked her up.

Angelina did not protest as Fred stood up with her in his arms. He took her downstairs and back to the Griffindor Common Room.

The room was packed but somber when they entered but Fred just walked through the crowd with Angelina in his arms. He walked straight into the Sixth Year boys' dorms and placed Angelina on her feet. She was completely drenched and still had not said a word to him. Lee was in the room and soon commandeered Malcolm Warner and Reginald Slater to leave the room.

"You looked like you need some privacy mate." Lee said leaning back into the door.

"Thanks." Fred said.

Angelina stood before Fred's bed, her waterlogged clothes dripping on the floor. She still had not said a word. Even though, Fred knew that she and Cedric had gotten much closer these past few months but he did not expect that she would take it like this. It was now understood that Cedric was dead. Harry was in the hospital wing with Ron, Hermione, and Mrs. Weasley—who loved him like a son—waiting for him to wake up.

It was nearly midnight. Fred went to his trunk and grabbed a Chudley Cannons tee shirt. "Now, Angel face." He began. "I have to get you out of those wet clothes."

Angelina did not respond, but raised her eyes to his sadly. She was tall girl so was only a few inches shorter than him. Fred grabbed her shirt and pulled the sopping mess off of her. She stood there in front of her in her bra—Fred wishing she didn't look so fit. He'd never seen her in her underwear before. Her body was still wet so he grabbed his towel and wrapped in around her shoulders. He dropped to his knees and undid her belt. Her jeans were soaking wet, and he hand to peel them, off of her. Angelina stood still, immobile as Fred took the towel and dried her stomach, back, arms and legs, picked up the Chudley Cannons tee, pulled it over her head and pulled her arms through. He took out his wand and dried her hair, did a warming charm as her body felt like ice and led her to the bed. He put her under the covers and lay beside her. He did a silencing charm on the bed, just incase, but still she didn't say anything. "Just sleep here." Fred whispered, gently stroking her face. He pulled her hair behind her ear.

Angelina just turned around, her back to him, and closed her eyes. She couldn't look him in the eyes. She couldn't talk to Fred. Not now. Not after all this. Not after everything. But, she didn't want to sleep anywhere else. She just rolled on her side and lay her head down. If he changed his mind and didn't want her there she would know soon enough.

Fred watched downhearted as Angelina turned away from him and laid her head on his pillow. Sure she was upset, but there was something more going on here than Cedric. He wasn't that much of a prat. Besides, he knew her too well. He pulled the covers over her and moved close putting his arm around her. To his surprise she just snuggled to him. She took his hand in hers intertwining their fingers and let him put his arm around her.

"Oh, Angel." He whispered in her ear as he tightened his arm around her waist and pulled her body closer to him, her hair mingling with his face. She obviously was not ready to talk right now so Fred would wait. Just like she had done for him when Ginny was taken in the Chamber. He was not going to pressure her. Angelina always fought back or pulled away if you pressured her. When she was ready to talk about it she would. He just laid breathing in the faint scent of Vanilla, trying to remember that he was supposed to be making her feel better and not the other way around. He could not but help feel more comfortable inhaling her scent and with her soft body in her arms. It felt nice, especially with all this craziness going on around the castle. He just wanted to stay there.

Fred awoke abruptly feeling a hard jab in his chest. Angelina's elbow was planted in his chest. Her face was twisted and she looked uncomfortable. She mumbling 'uncle Luke' and begging someone to release her. Clutching her forearm, her body writhed as if in agony and after much effort Fred finally woke her.

She sat up stark in the bed.

"Angel?"

Angelina sat trying to catch her breath before dropping her head in her hands.

"It's okay." Fred whispered pulling her close. "I'm here. It was just a dream."

"No." She said uttering her first word to him. She wished it were all a dream. She pushed him away from her and looked down at her feet. "I should go . . . shouldn't I?"

"No," Fred spoke softly and took her hand in his. "You shouldn't." With his thumb, he stroked the back of her hand.

Angelina shook her head bringing her knees to her chest. She shook her head slowly once again looking off as if to another world. "You don't understand."

"Okay."

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"For what?"

"You were right."

"I doubt that?"

She almost didn't want to tell Fred but once she started talking she couldn't stop. "He-he's a Death Eater."

"Who?" No way was she talking about Cedric?

"Uncle-" She paused as if it hurt her to say it. "Lucius Malfoy." She said sternly. Her resolve did not last. "I-I saw it. The Dark Mark. On his arm. I saw it just before—I'm so stupid. You were right. I got mad at you but you were right all along. And now You-Know-Who is back. And, and Cedric is dead. And, I come from a family of Death Eaters."

"But, your dad?" Fred tried to ask knowing he would be accusing his girlfriend's father of being a Death Eater. But, then what was she saying about Malfoy?

"I don't know." Angelina turned to him, a desperate look in her eyes. "Isn't that funny? I have no idea if my father is a Death Eater or not. What does that say about my family? How could I not know something like that? How is there even a question? You know your family is good. You would never even have to think about such a thing. I could be related to Death Eaters. I could be related to the people who killed Cedric. Uncle Luke-"

"Lucius Malfoy is a smarmy evil git but-"

"But, he's my Godfather!" Angelina screamed, the tears that finally escaped streaking her face. "He's my godfather, Fred. He and my father are second cousins or third cousins or something. He and aunt Cissy have been best friends with my parents since they were all in Hogwarts together. I practically live with them. I spend summers and Christmases with them. He taught me how to play Qudditch. And do you know why? Because in our first year, you said that girls could never play as good as boys, but no, he said I could be as good as I wanted to be, as long as I wanted it enough. He convinced my father to let me try out for the team, even though my father didn't like the idea of girls playing Quidditch." Her voice softened but her breath became shallow. "And, he always gave the best Christmas presents and Birthday presents because he was the only one who would actually get me what I wanted. And, I know all this sounds stupid, but what does that say about me Fred? I always knew he could be a right bastard when he wants to, and he's too hard on Draco, but he was always my favorite. He was always—what does it say if my favorite adult is a Death Eater? What does it say that a person I've known all my life is a Death Eater? How could I not know that? I had to have known that. I grew up hearing Mudblood and Bloodtraitor passed around the dinner table. I mean if he's a Death Eater, then my father could be one too. What does that say if I come from a family of Death Eaters? All I've been taught is to do what my family expects of me. What does that mean if they are Death Eaters? What's going to happen to Draco? When will I-what if-" Angelina could not finish her statement, but Fred understood.

"That's not you Angel face. Fine, even if your entire family becomes You-Know-Who supporters that's not you."

"How do you know that? How do you know if I even have a choice? How do you know it's not just a matter of time?"

"Because, you're you. And, I know you." Fred gently wiped the tears from her face. He was right before: he couldn't stand to see her cry. "Besides, you'd never join up because you're too stubborn to take orders from anyone."

Angelina chuckled despite herself. Leave it to Fred Weasley to get her to laugh even now.

"I'm sorry that I acted all dodgy when I found out about your family." Fred began softly. "But, that wasn't because of you, that was me. Don't let my stupidity or theirs change your opinion of yourself. No one could make you into who they want you to be. You're Angelina effing Johnson. You're too good at being you already to start being anyone else." Cupping her face in his hand, Fred leaned forward and kissed her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as her head touched the pillow.

"Fred, do you want to escort me to my dreadful Bewitching Ball?"

"Are you sure?"

"Well, I think aunt—Narcissa was right. I want to make sure I send them the right message." Angelina lay her head on his chest. "Besides, I don't think I could get through the night without you. I don't care what they want."

Wrapping his arms around her, Fred just kissed her forehead. "Doesn't matter what they want. If you want me there, then I'll be there." Watching her doze off, Fred mumbled something: too afraid that Angelina might hear him to say it out loud.

"I love you too." She replied.

Fred smiled. Even asleep, she still knew him best. "I love you." He said this time in her ear.

"I know." Angelina smiled as she snuggled into his chest finally able to sleep.