Dear Ang,

Please can you come over as soon as you can, I will be at Fred and George's, I need your help.

Jess x

An hour after I sent the letter I heard the unmistakable sound of someone arriving by floo coming from the lounge, I rushed from my place on Fred's bed to intercept her before either of the boys had a chance to question her arrival. They both had sat in the adjoining dining room dealing with the paper work involved with the shop, which they had eventually grown to stand. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her into the bedroom Fred and I shared whenever I was over, which had grown more often in the months following Christmas, closing the door hastily and ensuring that we couldn't be overheard by two nosey young men.

"Do you want to explain what is going on?" Her voice both sarcastic and worried.

"Cold feet," I meant for it to sound more convincing than it had, it sounded like a question. I hadn't meant for it to be a question.

"Jess, what's going on?" The worry in her voice was visible on her face, her brow furrowing slightly and her lips being pressed into a line as she spoke. I never acted like this, I usually talked myself out of my worries alone before anyone could even guess that there was a point when I had been.

"Don't you think that this is moving all too quickly?" The question was only partly aimed at her, I was asking myself. We probably were, I mean I was still seventeen and I was proposed to be married to someone I had barely been dating for a year, it wasn't barely though, it was nearly a year and a half, but that was beside the point.

"What makes you think that?" She had evaded the question, her and George were going at a much more relaxed pace, they weren't going to get married anytime soon, Angelina wanted to travel first, and that couldn't happen for a few years until the shop was stable and could be sustained by someone other than the boys.

"Well, it's not like it's normal for people to get engaged right out of school is it?" This was a conversation that composed mainly of questions, I noted silently, it wasn't getting us very far.

"No, but what does that matter? When have either of you been normal?" She had a point, but that didn't stop my worrying, if anything it made it worse, which didn't make sense. I know full well that that logically made no sense.

"What if we can't do it?" There was defeat in my voice, the kind that made the following silence deafening and the air get heavy. I looked up at her face, her eyes seemed to be searching me for something, she was searching for answers that might tell her why my behaviour and attitude had suddenly flipped on it's axis.

"Jess, what is going on?" I just looked at her.

My breath came out slowly as I tried to calm myself, it hitched in my throat, why did it have to do that? I wasn't tearing up before that, I was fine, I was in control of my emotions.

Her arms wrapped around me as I tried to stop the tears from falling, they couldn't, it wasn't the time for me to cry. A knock at the door pulled me from whatever sad thoughts were trying to tug at my brain.

"Hey guys, we were going to make food, what do you want?" It was George, thank gods it was George. Angelina gave me a look and poked her head out of the door, I wasn't sure what she said, but I heard footsteps receding so it must have satisfied his question. She didn't turn back to me immediately, staring at the wooden door with such intensity I thought it may set on fire, she took a deep breath and turned to face me.

"Jess, I need you to tell me so that I can help, I want to help you." She sounded resigned.

I stare at her, hoping to somehow show her through wide eyes, saying it would make it real. That didn't work though, so with a breath that filled my lungs as full as they could be I said it.

"I'm pregnant Ang."