Disclaimer: I... am... not... J. K. Rowling...

Dedication: To everyone who loves and misses Fred Weasley.

A/N: I would like to thank 100-percent-Harry-Potter-obsessed for being a wonderful friend and beta, and also for putting up with my horrid run-on sentences. :D

Alicia's POV

An explosion shook the school, and my wand fell from my shaking hands. Angelina snatched it up and yelled, "Come on! I think that came from the twins' corridor!"

I took my wand back and we sprinted off toward the source of the aforementioned explosion.

Angelina got there before I did and I saw her drop to her knees, letting out a scream so heart-wrenching and full of fury that even my own heart twisted with the agony that filled her.

"Fred… my Fred…" she began to mutter, over and over again.

I glanced down towards a pile of rocks and saw George on the ground, just lying there… But that couldn't be… George was standing next to Percy to the left. Then I made the connection and my shocked expression melted to despair.

I was torn between three actions: comforting Angelina, comforting George, and continuing the battle. I shifted towards George's direction and glanced into his eyes. They were glazed with unshed tears and his usually warm and playful brown eyes were stone cold and seemed lost, unsure of themselves – for the first time ever.

When he lifted his head and looked in my direction, I felt a bone-chilling breeze sweep across my face. His face spoke one word and yet it said volumes. Even the wind seemed to ask in a quiet whisper: "Why?"

I took one step towards him but stopped when I saw a lone tear roll down his freckled face. The air I had been breathing only seconds before escaped my lungs and I felt as though someone had sucker-punched me. I had never seen either of the twins cry, except those times when they were doubled over in laughter at their own jokes.

I saw a flicker of movement to the right but it was merely Angelina. She knelt by Fred and cradled his head in her arms. He still wore a ghost of a smile on his lips.

George turned away and slowly walked toward his twin. When he knelt beside Fred and Angelina, my heart iced over and I knew that he was no longer mine.

The War ended that night, along with other things. Many years passed. Each day I put on a false smile and reject the tears that threaten.

George and Angelina's wedding day came and went, and I was her Maid of Honor. Maid of Honor! It was unbelievable how painful it was to watch my first and last love and my best friend get married, with me standing there as witness.

But no… I was never jealous of them. If anything, I think that Angelina was the best match for him. Don't get me wrong. I would give anything to turn back time to save Fred… but I also know that nothing good can come from a deed done only for my selfish reasons.

As I watch little Fred and Roxanne play I allow myself a genuine smile. My memory still curses that fateful night, and my heart will never love the some way again. That is my sacrifice for George's happiness, and I am willing to live with that.

Maybe one day I will find a love that can unfreeze my heart.

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Well I tried to end this chapter with a little less doom and gloom, since half of it is heartbreakingly sad. Even the 'Loveless' need to share their stories and for now that is my job.

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