Secrets Unknown

Chapter 14: "The Anger I Feel"

The next few days were a blur. Nothing monumental happened but something seemed to be different in the Weasley household. George visited their store a few times to check on things but the blooming business barely seemed to need his help anymore. So he chose to just lay around the house and help with various chores. Hermione had gone back to work and Ginny had returned to school. Before leaving, Ginny had confided in George that she was excited to be going back to Hogwarts but she was secretly dreading the slew of questions she knew awaited her about her brother's death. When Ginny told him this, George had no idea to respond. However, being the good big brother he hoped he was, he told her not to worry about anything and that everything would be alright. He felt like a fraud by saying that to her but it seemed to ease Ginny's mind and that's all that mattered.

One by one The Burrow began to empty as its house guests slowly returned to their normal everyday lives. Charlie had returned to Romania to continue his work with dragons and Bill had to go back to his job at Gringott's. Finally only George, Angelina and Ron remained in the house, none of them wanting to leave and face the reality of their situation.

Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell had begun to invite Angelina over more and more in, what George imagined was, a vain attempt to distract her from her grief. On the outside it seemed to work, Angelina was smiling a lot more and seemed to have more of a bounce in her step. However, she still shared a room with George and at night he could not ignore the sound of her sobbing into her pillow. As sickening as it seemed, it had begun to be the thing that lulled George into an uneasy sleep. As much as Alicia and Katie begged, Angelina refused to stay the night and always returned to The Burrow to sleep, and only George knew why.

"They asked me to move in."

George stirred from his daydream. He, Angelina and Ron had been out in the field closest to the house, just lying in the sunshine that was peeking out of the clouds. Ron had run inside to get the three of them a drink, and Angelina had leaned up on one elbow to face George.

He didn't need to ask what she meant. Katie and Alicia had been asking Angelina to move into their flat for a few weeks now, gently musing the idea at first and then getting more and more emphatic with their suggestions. George wasn't sure what to say to her so he asked if she had thought about it. Angelina rolled onto her back and shielded her eyes from the bright sunlight. Shrugging she said.

"Yeah, I've thought about it."

George still didn't know how to respond, so he stayed still in thought. He thought about what would happen when Angelina left to return to her real life and he had to do the same. He had become accustomed to his way of life, sad, lonely and desolate as it was. He enjoyed being home with his family and he didn't want to disturb the balance he had created. With a jolt he realised he had been entertaining the idea of Angelina coming back to the flat and living with him.

It was as though she knew exactly what he was thinking for Angelina turned towards him once more and said, "I've thought about that too, George," she said gently.

"What?" George asked, stupidly.

"I know I basically lived there with you guys, and it would be easy to just move in and make it permanent."

George shrugged, avoiding her eye contact. As much as he wasn't willing to admit it, that's exactly what he had been hoping would happen. Angelina reached over and poked George in the arm, trying to get his attention once more.

"I couldn't do it, George." Angelina looked like she was brushing away a tear but when George looked closely, her eyes looked dry. "To be in the room, to sleep in the room where he..." she trailed off and looked back up at the sky. Clouds had moved in front of the sun, almost as though they knew this conversation was one not to be had on a sunny day.

"I can't do it, George!"

George looked up, shocked at the anger in Angelina's voice. She was looking at him, angry tears in her eyes and her mouth in a thin line. Though he already knew the answer, he played dumb and asked, "Do what, Ange?"

Her answer was exactly as he had expected. "I can't sit around all day letting Fred ruin my life!"

George's stomach lurched at the sound of his twin brother's name being uttered but he remained looking at Angelina in shock.

"Angelina, I know this has been hard-" he began but she cut him off.

"Hard?" she laughed and sprung to her feet, "Hard?" she asked again. "The man I loved decided one day life with me just wasn't worth sticking around for and left!"

"Ange," George tried again but was once more interrupted.

"The man I devoted my life to, decided one night that taking a bunch of fucking pills was a fantastic idea! That his loving family, successful business and tons of money were just too much for him to handle!" She was yelling now, tears running down her face in a bizarre contradiction to the huge smile on her face. She looked quite psychotic and George didn't know what to do so he just lay there, mouth open in shock listening to what Angelina had to say.

"The man who claimed to love. Me. Back," She overly emphasised the last few words as though without emphasis they would have no meaning, one night thought it would be a lovely idea to take these fucking pills, put them in his mouth and his wait around for de-"

"Angelina."

Angelina's angry words were interrupted by the sound of Molly Weasley's soft, very hurt voice.

George jumped to his feet and looked between Angelina and his mother, who had just walked over the hill to help Ron with the glasses of lemonade now floating in mid air in front of her. Ron stood behind her, mouth slightly open as he took in the scene in front of him. For a moment George thought Angelina would apologise but she merely glared at the group in front of her.

"I'm not going to sit around mourning the loss of some arsehole that couldn't be bothered dealing with life the way the rest of us have to and hurt us all on purpose." She spoke quietly, anger dripping from her every word. And with that, leaving George, Mrs. Weasley and Ron in shock on the hill, stormed inside the house. George looked quickly at his mother and said.

"Mum, she didn't mean-" but Mrs. Weasley cut him off.

"It's time for lunch, boys," she said briskly, turning her back and walking back towards the house.

Ron looked at George who avoided his eyes and followed his mother over the hill. Ron, looking like he was about to say something, closed his mouth and did the same. Once inside the house, George looked around for Angelina but she was not in the kitchen, nor the living room so he proceeded up the rickety stairs to his bedroom. The door was closed and there was no noise coming from inside the room. He knocked quietly on the door with the back of his knuckles.

"Ange?" he called through the wooden door. There was no answer so he tried again, this time only louder, "Angelina?" Still getting no response he sighed and turned the doorknob, not knowing what to expect when he stepped into the room. Wild images shot through his mind, disturbing him. Finally he opened the door and looked around the room. Fred's bed, the one Angelina had been sleeping in, was tidied and made. The floor was clear of any clothing and the huge suitcase containing the rest of Angelina's belongings was missing along with her hairbrush and any other feminine items she had strewn across the shared dresser. As the reality of Angelina's absence began to set in, George shakily sat down on his bed and stared around at the now half empty room, letting the realisation wash over him of how truly alone he was.

Wow, sorry it has taken me so long to update! I think its actually been about 3 years! Anyway If I still have loyal fans out there please R&R, it will mean the world to me! I promise, cross my heart and hope to die that it wont take me very long to post the next chapter. Love to all of you,

EyesDyedBlack xxx