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5th September1998

Angelina was six months pregnant and large with it- she sighed at what Alicia said and frowned a little. "I don't think I'm ready for all that, Lis" she said honestly. "It's too soon…" "No, it's not! He's really nice, he wants to meet you and he doesn't mind kids!" Alicia said as she held onto George's hand, smiling as she moved back into his chest, kissing him possessively. But he didn't seem to mind. Ange winced a little and looked away- "I… I… I can't go out with anyone looking like this" she said honestly, a hand on her bump.

Alicia sighed and rolled her eyes a little. "Just go for it, Ange! He could be good for you!" she said as she moved to carry on kissing George. "Ooh, and George and I have some news. Don't we?" she giggled as he closed his eyes- not wanting to have told anyone, especially not Angelina this way. "Alicia…" "We're moving in together! To the flat!" she said- George groaned a little. He opened his eyes and looked at Ange- right into those entrancing, big brown eyes. They kept eye contact for longer than normal…

Ange shook herself out of it and then narrowed her own eyes- "George, you said that I could have that for when the baby arrives, I can't be a burden on your family much longer and I don't have anywhere else…" she sighed as she shook her head disbelievingly before standing up. Alicia smirked and giggled a little. "Yeah, you're going to be a real good Auntie Alicia, aren't you?" Ange said angrily. George snapped- "Ange, no" he warned as Alicia hurtfully looked on. "Ange, I... oh stop moaning- moan moan moan is all you bloody do!" "Shut up, Alicia…" Ange said before turning and quickly moving out of the room. George watched on in shock as Alicia moved, practically pounced at him again.

He said he would care for her… look after her. But no. No, he hadn't.

She wanted Fred back. She wanted him here to hold her close, to tell her everything was going to turn out okay. But he would never be able to do that. Not ever in forever.

She walked up the stairs- stopping as she heard Alicia laugh, a horrible feeling running through her. What had happened? Why had Alicia… changed? Her heart ached as she thought about her kissing George as she moved into the small spare room she had- she made up her mind and pulled out a bag, nervously packing her things inside- tears falling as she looked at the beautiful box nearby. Molly had made it up for the baby- full of clothes and pretty toys. More tears fell as Ange stroked the tiny clothes within it. She knew she wasn't… wanted her anymore. She wasn't wanted anywhere.

George pushed Alicia off- "What was all that about?" he asked her- "I've never seen you that way" he said, shaking his head- slightly disgusted with her to be honest. Alicia sighed and groaned- "I know, I was a right bitch wasn't I?" she said as she closed her eyes- "I'm going to apologise" she said honestly, standing up to go see her best friend. Not believing the way she had just behaved. How Ange must be feeling then hurt her so bad.

George watched as she walked up the stairs- suddenly, something hit him.

"What the hell are you doing, George? You haven't made one move… one move towards helping her. She's lonely- on the brink of depression, George! I can't watch her like this anymore! You need to help her; you need to show her you care. You need to love her!" a voice said urgently… Fred's voice.

George jumped up off the chair and looked around- that voice had been as clear as day, his twin had been there. He suddenly heard an urgent shout- his Mother ran in from the garden, his Father followed as did Charlie. Alicia ran down the stairs with a letter clutched in her hand, tears pouring down her face.

"She's gone!" she cried, shaking with upset and worry. "She's gone…. I… was so mean and she's gone!" Alicia ran down the stairs towards George. He shook his head- "I think we're done, Alicia" he said- "I can't…. be more than friends after this" he said honestly, wishing he hadn't rushed into it with her in the first place, the whole thing had been a farce. Alicia nodded slowly- then realising she was more concerned, betting he was more concerned about Ange than their relationship.

Molly screamed in worry- "Oh Arthur- get onto the Ministry right now. I'm not having that poor girl slumming it!" she said as tears fell. Ron apparated home at that moment, a lock of shock on his face as he saw the state his family were in. "What's happened…" "Ange has gone" Charlie said, concern in his voice as they looked around for George. He'd grabbed his coat and headed out the front door- dropping to his knees as tears fell.

"ANGEL! COME BACK!" he screamed pointlessly, knowing she wouldn't hear. He clambered to his feet- memories swirling through his mind. Playing Quidditch with her, joking around practically every minute at school with her, jealously watching Fred dance with her at the Yule Ball… He ran before pulling out his wand and apparating to every place that he knew Ange loved- he had to find her.

Ange was walking around Hogsmeade- a little dazed but it was the place she felt most comforted. She didn't know where to go. What to do… she sat down in one of the cafes, her bag with her, the box plonked down on the floor as she ordered the cheapest drink on the menu. She poured out the money from her purse, counting it out as tears fell, a hand moved to her bump comfortingly- "Don't worry baby. Mummy will figure this all out" she whispered as the waitress watched her, moving over – "Don't worry about that. You can have anything on the house" she said softly- "I'm guessing something with chocolate" she laughed- Ange smiled thankfully and nodded. "Thanks" she whispered as she rubbed her bump again.

That night- she tiredly got into bed at the Inn. She heard the summer rain falling outside as she sang to her baby. She did it every night and always would for her child. Her baby. She hadn't found out the sex. She wanted it to be a surprise. She sighed as she turned over in the bed, a little uncomfortable as something caught her eye on the bedside table. She moved to slowly pick up the little box- her heart racing as she opened it up. It had not been there before… she gasped at what was inside- "Oh my!" she said, tears falling as she stared at the little emerald ring. She held it in her hand before suddenly falling asleep…

"Hello there my Angel" a voice said softly, she opened her eyes slowly and smiled at him. "Fred" she whispered in that dreamy voice. "I… the ring…" "I was going to propose" he whispered, a hand moving over her bump protectively. "I am so… so happy" he said as tears fell down his cheeks, and then Ange burst into tears. "I miss you" she whispered as he moved to hold her hand. "I miss you too. Every minute" he said as he kissed her hand before moving and kissing her softly. "I thought it was time we had a proper goodbye. I have to go… I just… I had to get you that ring. They allowed me that…" he said as Ange watched him, confused. "Love" he said, looking into her eyes. "Wear it, as a memory- not an engagement ring" he whispered as he stroked back her hair. "You have a future without me- with our child… I will always be watching over you, Angel. I love you so much" he whispered before kissing her again. "I love you too" she whispered before suddenly waking up- looking down to see the ring on her finger and gasping.

It was real. That was real.

She didn't know what to think as she slowly rested back on the bed, tears pouring down her cheeks as she thought of him. Finally, for what felt like the first time in a long time- she genuinely smiled with… happiness. For the times they had had, and what could happen in her future. She sighed as she slowly drifted back to sleep. "I love you, always…" she whispered as she closed her eyes.