1st April 1998

"Fred… please don't go!" Ange pleaded with a little moan as she pulled the sheet up around her. "I have to" Fred said softly, kissing Ange tenderly before standing from the bed- looking back and smirking at her in his mischievous way. "It's dangerous that I even came" he sighed. "But I had to come. Before all of this hell we're in right now errupts" he pulled on his trousers slowly and then turned around to lean down and kiss her again. "Look, I'll see you soon, love" he said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed, she sat up and sighed deeply- he moved and brushed back her dark hair from her pretty face. He looked into her big, brown eyes and smiled. "You are so, so beautiful" he whispered before kissing her again. Ange smiled, wrapping her arms around him before he pulled back slowly. "I love you, Angelina" he said softly as he stroked her soft back. "You know that, whatever happens" he sighed as she nodded, a few stray tears making their tracks down her cheeks. He stood up and didn't break away from his eye contact with her. "I have to go" he whispered. "I love you" was repeated until he finally got the willpower to disapperate out of there, away from the love of his life.

2nd May 1998

"NOOOOOO!" Ange screamed as someone pulled her back, however she was strong from all the Quidditch that she played and pulled away from whoever it was "Get the hell off of me!" she shouted- running as she pushed off her now tattered jacket. Something hit her and she fell to the ground, blacking out pretty much instantly. "ANGE!" a familiar voice called to her, shaking her to bring her round- she moaned and woke up slowly, her focus bleary as she sat up- looking into a concerned and teary Katie's eyes. "What? What's happened? Where…" Ange started- desperately sitting and then standing up. "Be careful!" Katie said as she helped her friend. "Fred… he… he… he's gone" Katie finally said- Ange screamed again, falling back to the ground as realisation sunk in.

He was gone.

Fred was gone.

And he had never even known…

She sobbed as she lay there in Katie's arms- tears pouring as her heart ached with the pain of what had just happened. "He can't be… he can't be…." Ange kept repeating as she rocked back and forth in the comfort of her friend's embrace. Katie looked wide eyed at Alicia and the others approaching, shaking her head at them. "Don't let her see him" she said as they all helped Angelina to stand up, she resisted and moaned but said nothing. They moved quickly away with her, getting her out into the air- but Ange felt like she couldn't breathe. It was like her life source had been ripped away from her.

She hadn't noticed the just as inconsolable George nearby- kneeling by his brother as he sobbed- tears full of emotion, full of the love he had for Fred, the twin he had lost. He'd lost half of his soul and that killed him. He knew life would never be the same for him. It never could be without his brother. His best friend. His twin.

5th May 1998

"Eat something, Angie" the usually feisty, brunette Alicia ordered Angelina as she sat in front of her still inconsolable friend. Katie paced and stood still. "We need to take her to…" "No, Katie" Alicia said- turning around. "Do you really think that would help?" she asked- "Have you seen George right now? Mrs Weasley? They're all broken. So many lives… taking Ange to go get medicated, to be force fed through a bloody tube is not going to help right now" she said strongly, her own grief having to be held back so that she could help her best friend. "It's bad enough her parents don't give a crap" she said angrily as she watched Ange, who had her dark hair scraped up high in a ponytail, constant tear tracks down her cheeks, sweatpants and a baggy jumper on. The blonde, blue eyed Katie sighed and moved, pulling Alicia back. "There's something else going on… I think she's… making herself sick or something" she said, with wide eyes. Alicia covered her mouth and turned back to her friend- "But she's got nothing to… she hasn't been eating, Katie" she said, rubbishing the idea and turning back to Ange. Katie knew there was something wrong though, they'd been rooming with Ange since they'd left school- and she'd never been like this. Obviously, with Fred's death they'd all been pretty much depressed. But there was something else going on, and she didn't like it one bit. She sighed as she crossed the room, opening up the curtains and looking out onto the sunny street- still deserted. She looked over towards the joke shop visible from their window, knowing it would never open again…

George groaned as his Father pushed him a plate of food. "Eat, young man. Now" Arthur said strictly as he turned and brushed the tears away, looking out of the window, thinking of his lost boy. George pushed back his chair, causing a loud scrape across the floor as he stormed out of the room, past his no longer shocked looking family members as he quickly moved up to the bedroom he had shared with his brother. There was nothing left of him now… but all these memories that floated round his head every second, the mementos of his room- the flat they had shared, the shop. George sighed, tears choking him as he laid back on his bed, hands over his face as he started sobbing again.