13th July 1998

At just over three months pregnant- Ange was finally feeling a little… happier. She was staying with the Weasley family, and plans were afoot to open up the shop again. But there was still that raw feeling. The feeling that he was missing- that he should have been there. Molly kept herself occupied, knitting for the baby- by hand, and not using magic.

Ange was looking at the tiny outfits that Molly kept coming up with one afternoon and laughed- "I think we're stocked up already and…" but she stopped when Molly looked up and said- "I… I should stop making them, perhaps I've…" "No!" Ange said softly, she smiled as she picked up one of the tiny yellow ones and held it close. "I love them, it's so special that the baby's going to be dressed in little things that his or her Gran made him or her" she said softly as Molly smiled again, nodding before she carried on with one of her new designs. Ange sighed and stood up, moving across the room, rubbing her back a little as she pondered the future.

The door opened and George came in with Alicia- they were smiling and holding each other's hand. Ange couldn't help but… feel a small pang of jealousy. Alicia quickly moved over and hugged her best friend, putting a hand on her tummy. "Oh my goodness! I can't wait to be your Auntie Alicia!" she said excitedly to Ange's tummy as Katie soon followed them in- "And I can't wait to be Auntie Katie" she smirked after saying that particularly loudly. "Don't forget that little splodge" she shouted so that the baby could hear. Molly looked over- "Katherine, quiet down please" she said warningly as George smirked a little. Ange sighed- she knew the baby wouldn't be able to hear them yet, but she wouldn't rain on their parades. Everyone needed this baby so badly. It was like… the splodge was going to make things better again. This little life growing inside of her was going to help them heal even more. She looked over to a picture of the twins together and closed her eyes slightly and tears fell down her cheeks. The girls understood and moved to hug her as George stood awkwardly nearby, it was hard to deal with his own grieving- he found it even more difficult to deal with other people and their grief.

28th July 1998

"I… are you sure, George?" Ange asked him with wide eyes and he nodded as he passed her the keys. She held them tight in her hand- "Thank you" she smiled. "But… not yet" she said, pressing them back into his hand, pressing his fingers over them. "I want to stay here… for now. Until the baby's born" she said softly as she stroked his cheek. "But this means a lot" she said as she sighed deeply. George smiled- "It's okay- I don't think I could… live there again" he said honestly with a little sad shrug. No way would he live there again without Fred.

30th July 1998

"Why do you insist on keeping this child, Angelina?" her Father asked her through narrowed eyes as they sat at dinner. Ange kept her anger inside and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Because I loved Fred. This is his child, he would have wanted this" she said softly, picking up her glass, shaking a little with nerves as she took a sip. She hated coming here. She just hated it. It was so… so much better living at the Weasley household- Molly was caring, she was being amazing even after everything they'd been through, and were still going through. But her parents would have broken her down completely if she had come back to her childhood home. Her Mother looked across the table at her, picking up her glass of wine and frowning. "I cannot believe my daughter is becoming a single mum at 20 years old" she said almost angrily. "You don't have a penny to your name, Angelina. How on earth are you going to afford to raise a baby on your own?" she asked Ange, who had tears falling slowly down her cheeks, red with humiliation. "I… I'm going to get back into Quidditch… I…" "Oh, Quidditch- such a viable career plan when you have a baby to look after?" her Father said before standing up. "Get out, Angelina, you are a disgrace. We did not raise you to act this way!" he said- "If you will not accept our help and home- then you will leave and never come back" he ordered her. Her brother Lewis watched on with wide eyes- teary as he watched his big sister quickly stand up- leaving the room quickly, her red dress swishing around her as she ran out of the house.

As she returned to the Weasley home, George got up off of the sofa where he had been looking at old photos, his eyes widening at the sight of the crying Ange, her mascara running down her cheeks as she moved over to him, falling into his arms as she sobbed. He pulled her close and stroked back her curls from her face as he looked into her eyes- "What happened, Ange?" he asked her softly as she shook her head. "They don't want me as a part of their family anymore" she said through chokes of tears- "I haven't done anything wrong, and this is what they do to me?" she sobbed as she clung onto him. George rubbed her back soothingly, not imagining anything worse than losing his family. Charlie walked out of the kitchen with Molly- they both moved over to comfort the sobbing girl. "You will never, ever feel this way again, Angelina dear" Molly reassured her, knowing how stressed Ange must be feeling right then- in some ways, even worse than her own situation. A dead love, carrying the child he never knew about, her family rejecting her… it was unimaginably emotionally painful. Ange nodded and tried to smile at Molly, knowing she was… loved in a way. Loved by the family of her best friend, her lover- in a way her biological parents have never cared for her. "Thank you" she whispered as she moved to hold George's hand, he squeezed hers reassuringly. She had to know that he would always be there for her and the baby.