Secrets Unknown

Wow, I have had some truly fantastic reviewers over the past weeks that I have been posting this fanfiction. I want to thank each and every one of you for your support, without your reviews I would not have had the motivation to keep going. I know I left a slight cliff-hanger at the end of the last chapter so just to be annoying, I am going to do some review replies simply to delay you from reading the next part of the story further hehehe. Ah, I am so nasty. Anyway, onto the replies!

swoobleswirl: Thankyou so much for saying you like my style of writing. I'm sorry for killing off Fred but if I brought him back now it might look a bit suss and I'm sure you would agree with that hehe.

LittleWriterGirl: I'm glad I helped you understand your best friend a bit more. It sounds like she needs to be understood by those closest to her at the moment if she is doing stuff like cutting herself. I know what it is like to need to be understood by my friends and if you can understand your best friend more, it would be a truly great gift to her.

The.Little.Artist: Thanks for telling your gecko and cat to review. They came over to my house personally and told me they liked my story hehe!

angelface04: Wow, I have to say that your reviews are always the most interesting to read! Is Angelina gonna read the diary this chapter? Or any other chapter for that matter? Well, you will just have to wait and see…

PS – Basketball? is very confused

threepastmidnight09: I'm so sorry that you know what it feels like for Angelina and I'll assume you meant George, not Fred. Nobody should have to experience such a loss as someone they care about taking their own life. I, myself, have experience a friend committing suicide and the saddest part was she seemed so normal, no, that isn't the right word at all, she seemed so happy, I suppose. And that is how Fred seemed to everyone too. I guess all is not always what it seems.

digidestined02: You are right, it truly is amazing what people can keep from even the closest to them.

Ashliegh: I really appreciated your review. It is fantastic when you are a writer to hear that people like your stories and style of writing but especially fantastic when a reviewer says why they like it. I am sorry I almost made you cry but a little part of my is jumping up and down with joy, elated that my story made such an impact on you.

Maiden-of-hope: Am I suicidal? I can't in all honesty even begin to answer a question like that. Not that it is terribly nosy, it is only the mere fact that I am frightened someone may read this and think 'wow, what a freak'. As a writer it is painful to admit that I do not dream up these diary entries, it is more the fact that some of my own feelings go into this fanfiction. I hope that anyone reading this would not think any less of me because of it. Instead of actually going through with it like Fred did, I am writing about it. That has to be worth something, right?

So, there you have it, replies!! I must apologise to those who did not get a reply. My lovely computer is being not all that lovely lately and refused to show me the first page of my reviews. Ah, machinery, I cannot get the hang of it. Anyway, back to the story, which I know some of you might be dying to read (hey, I can dream, can't I?). Just to refresh your memories, I am starting with the last few sentences from the last chapter…

Recap…

"Whose notebook is it?" Angelina's stomach fluttered nauseatingly. She recognised the book from somewhere although she could not remember from where she had seen it.

"It's…" George stalled for time, wanting more than anything not to have to tell Angelina that he had in his possession her dead boyfriend's innermost thoughts.

"It's Fred's," she answered quietly, remembering where she had seen it.

George considered lying but upon seeing the look on Angelina's face, nodded sadly.

Chapter Nine: "I love you too"

Angelina stood where she was for a long time, just staring at the diary George was holding in his hand. Finally she spoke.

"Does it say why…" Angelina croaked, not finishing her question.

George knew what she meant. Did Fred leave any kind of note to say why he did what he did? George couldn't answer her with a yes or a no for the fact was, he didn't know, himself. Finally he shook his head and said quietly, "I don't know yet."

"Have you been reading it?" Angelina asked, suddenly angry. George looked up at her in surprise. She hadn't been angry a moment ago, merely detached.

He nodded slowly, unsure of what Angelina wanted to hear. Would she be angry that he had been reading it, or angry that he hadn't?

Angelina nodded, not looking at George. She looked like she was making up her mind about something before she turned away from George, walked towards the door and exited, shutting the door softly behind her.

Angelina put on a brave face for the Weasley's in the kitchen before leaving through the kitchen door, trying desperately to hide the tears that were prickling at her eyes, threatening to fall. She had been coping with Fred's death as best she could but it wasn't enough. She still barely slept and when she did, her dreams were haunted with images of him, smiling, laughing, and yet leaving her without saying goodbye. Over and over again, each time waking from these dreams with the fresh sadness that she had experienced when she found out that he had taken his own life. Every night she woke feeling as though she had only just received the news that Fred was lost and gone forever.

But now...

George held something in his posession that she would have given her life to read. To get inside Fred's mind, to understand why he did what he did would be the greatest gift anyone could ever give her.

And yet, Angelina wondered to herself, she could not possibly bring herself to look at that journal even if she had it all to herself. Something about the fact that George had read some of it already made her stomach churn. Anger coursed through her veins as she thought of George knowing all Fred's secrets while she did not.

There was nothing stopping her reading the diary too. She had the right. The person she loved so dearly, the man she had been sleeping with for almost two years had left her and not said why. She wanted to know why. She needed to know why someone who said he loved her more than anything chose to take his own life, rather than spend it with her.

Flashback...

Angelina casually twirled Fred's fingers around her own. They lay in bed together, Fred's body wrapped around Angelina's, her back to him. Angelina knew that to most people, she and Fred looked as though they were constantly fighting, joking around or, worse, only friends. But on nights like these she knew that there was nothing remotely false about their relationship. Because when she said 'I love you' he never faltered to say it back.

"Fred?" Angelina turned slightly to see if he was awake. His eyes were closed but he mumbled slightly, indidcating he was not asleep.

"Mm Hmm?" He didn't open his eyes but his mouth curled upwards slightly in a small smile that made Angelina smile in spite of herself too.

"I love you," she told him softly.

He was silent for a moment before he opened his eye and smiled at her, "I love you too, Ange."

Angelina looked back at the hand she held in her own and frowned as she noticed a cut on the underside of his wrist.

"Fred?" she began to ask him how he had hurt himself but found that he had fallen asleep, his lips gently touching her back and Angelina shook her head and fell asleep too, forgetting almost instantly about the cut.

Angelina stopped walking and looked back at the house. She had not noticed herself walking but her feet had taken her far away from 'The Burrow' and she now stood in the middle of the narrow road about 300 metres away.

Thinking back to times like these were not alarming as they may seem for she knew Fred was hurting himself. But she knew what kind of pressure he was under with the new store being opened and moving out of hime and everything. Because that is when she though he had been doing it. The only thing that really shocked her as she looked back to the times when Fred seemed so much happier than he really was, was the fact that she was happy too, depsite the fact that she knew Fred, deep down, was not.

Looking back at The Burrow she made a decision. As much as it would pain her, as much as it would tear at her inside and submit her to a fate worse than death, Angelina knew she wanted to know what Fred was thinking and, most of all, know why he chose to make her live the rest of his life without her. Without realising it, she was already halfway back to The Burrow.

George looked out of his bedroom window as Angelina stormed away. He could still see her, 50 metres away, wiping tears from her cheeks. The guilt he felt brewing inside him was worse than ever before and this time he could not tell why he felt such a strong surge of this emotion.

Argh I am so sorry. I really hate writing these chapters that only serve the purpose of linking one chapter to another. I swear I will make the next one better. I also feel I must apologise for the fact that there has not been a lot of Fred's diary in previous chapters. I fear that this may be the case for the rest of the story also as I can think of less and less to put into the diary and actually still be meaningful and not repeat itself. I promise you that I will try my hardest to add in more diary entries but for now, the likelihood of there being more in each chapter than has been looks pretty bleak. R&R please!!!