"If you focus on what you've left behind, you'll never be able to see what lies ahead."

-Chef Gusteau (Ratatouille)

The moment Scarlett appeared at the cemetery gates, she began running towards her father's grave. She knew the way by heart now despite the fact that she hadn't gotten all that many opportunities to come before. Once she reached the grave, she sank to her knees and finally let her tears fall. She cried like that for what seemed like ages before the tears finally slowed to sniffles. She turned and sat back against the tombstone, pulling her knees to her chest and leaning her head back against the cool stone. She closed her eyes and sniffled a few more times.

"Hi dad," she whispered after a few moments. "I'm sorry I haven't visited in a while, but things have been weird. Mum and I are both fine, but we had to go stay at Grimmauld Place at the very end of last summer. It's Harry Potter's godfather's house. It's kind of a long story. Anyway, then I went back to Hogwarts and, well, remember that boy I told you about last summer when I came? Justin? Well, he asked me out, which was great. But then a horrible new teacher tried to ruin my life. Actually, you might have heard of her. She hated Mum in school. Anyway, she tried to make sure I wouldn't become a Healer, but I did it anyway. I've been training at St. Mungo's all summer, so it sounds like everything worked out, doesn't it? Well, the truth is, I just broke up with Justin. At Grimmauld Place, I found out I have to marry Fred. Weasley. We made an Unbreakable Vow. We actually made it a few months before you died, but nobody except Bill and Charlie knew for years. Again, it's kind of a long story. I kept it from Justin for nearly a year and dated him anyway. I just told him today and he was angry. He ran into Fred and George's joke shop and punched Fred, knocking over a display in the process. It was terrible. And now Justin hates me and Fred most likely hates me too…."

"There's no way that could ever be possible."

Scarlett's eyes flew open and she blinked a few times. "Fred?" she asked, hastily wiping away the remaining tear tracks on her face.

"Can I take a seat?" Fred asked quietly.

Scarlett nodded. "What are you doing here? How did you find me?"

"Well," Fred began, lowering himself to the ground beside her, "first I went to your flat to see if you were there. I doubted you were, but it was worth a shot. Besides, I had to find out your mother's address from Erica. I thought your mother would know you the best and have an idea about where you went."

"And she knew I was here?"

Fred nodded. "She said you've been coming here ever since you could Apparate whenever you needed to be alone or whenever you missed your dad."

Scarlett nodded. "Before I could Apparate, I only came with my mother once or twice. She doesn't like coming all that much. It upsets her. Anyway, I didn't get to come here all that much after the first time. A few months later, I was at Grimmauld Place with you."

"Did you usually talk to your dad when you came here?" Fred asked, glancing at her and smiling.

Scarlett blushed. "Yeah…how much did you hear by the way?"

"Pretty much everything," Fred replied.

Scarlett blushed even more. "Oh."

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about," Fred said quickly. "I think it's great actually, that you talk to him."

Scarlett didn't answer. For a few seconds she was quiet. "So you don't hate me?" she finally asked.

"How could I? You didn't do anything wrong. All you did was tell the Finch the truth, which had to be done."

"But he hurt you and practically destroyed the shop."

Fred chuckled. "He knocked over one display. And my nose didn't even break."

"Even still. It was embarrassing for me. What if you lose business because people think you're getting into fights with people?"

Fred shrugged. "I doubt we'll lose business. In fact, we might even get more business. Honestly, people might just think it's the Finch that's certifiably insane."

Scarlett groaned.

"His fault, not yours. It's that name, I'm telling you. It'd drive anyone nuts."

Scarlett let out a breath of laughter. "Are you sure your nose is okay?"

"Positive. And good thing for you because I'd have no choice to be forever angry at you if my perfect nose was ruined," he teased.

"You just said it wasn't my fault," Scarlett said with a tiny smile.

"True. I guess I should really be blaming bird brain."

Scarlett sighed. "He was so angry. I think he's convinced I was cheating on him with you. He hated that I didn't tell him the truth, which I understand, but he couldn't understand how difficult everything was for me. It hurt that he called me moronic, a liar and a cheater right to my face. And then for him to say he was sorry he ever met me…."

"He said all that to you?" Fred asked.

Scarlett nodded. "He did."

"What a git."

"It seemed a little harsh," Scarlett continued, "but then I feel as if his reaction is justified because I am a huge liar and I treated him like dirt."

"No," Fred said. "You were right when you said he was a bit harsh. He was very harsh if you ask me. You don't deserve what he said to you. And it isn't like you wanted to lie or were even enjoying it. I would know."

"Exactly. I told him that, but he wouldn't listen. I just…I hate myself right now."

"You shouldn't. If what the Finch said is what he really thinks of you and if he wouldn't listen to or believe you, then do you know what I think?"

"What?" Scarlett asked.

"That he's not good enough for you."

"I thought he was," Scarlett sighed. "I don't know what to think anymore. Maybe you have trouble seeing it, but he was very nice to me right from the start. But then today everything he said just stung. That's why I feel like maybe I deserved it."

"No, you didn't. Like I said, you weren't enjoying lying. And you didn't cheat on him. You're not that kind of a person. Even the idea of cheating on someone would tear you up inside. He's just insecure."

Scarlett glanced at him. "How is it that you know me so well, but Justin doesn't?"

Fred shrugged and smiled. "I guess technically I've known you longer. And like I said, bird-brain's just insecure about a lot of things. For what it's worth, I'm on your side, not his."

"There's a shock," Scarlett snorted.

"It's true," Fred laughed.

Scarlett half-smiled and the two of them fell silent for a few moments.

"What did you mean when you said Umbridge hated your mum in school?" Fred asked.

"Oh," Scarlett said. "It's why Umbridge hates me so much. She was a few years ahead of my mother at Hogwarts. Basically, Umbridge was jealous and even back then hated that someone with magical blood would fall in love with a Muggle. My mother said Umbridge considered her tarnished and tried to turn people at school against her, but everyone turned onUmbridge instead."

"And then she continued to take it out on you?"

Scarlett nodded. "Seems that way. I think she believes I'mequally as dirty—if not even more so—because I'm a half-blood and you know what she thinks of anything that isn't fully one thing or another."

Fred let out a quiet laugh of disbelief. "She's sick."

Scarlett nodded. "Mm."

"You're not, by the way," Fred said. "Tarnished or dirty. You're amazing, actually."

Scarlett smiled at him. "At least someone thinks so."

"Lots of people think so," Fred told her. "Forget what Umbridge thinks of you. She's insane. And forget what the Finch now thinks of you, too. He's also insane."

Scarlett giggled. After another moment of silence, she looked at Fred and tilted her head towards the grave they were leaning against. "My father would have liked you," she said.

"He met me before he died," Fred said, looking at Scarlett confusedly. He half-smiled. "And don't call me bigheaded again, but I thought he did like me."

"He never knew you past age nine, though. I guess what I really meant was that he still would've liked you. He would've liked the person you are today. I thought you ought to know."

"Would he have liked the Finch?" Fred whispered, meeting her eyes.

Scarlett shrugged one shoulder. "Maybe," she whispered back, "but after today, maybe not so much." She held Fred's gaze for a few seconds longer before quickly looking away.

Fred cleared his throat. "So, just how upset are you over the Finch?"

Scarlett shrugged again. "It's hard. I knew this was coming, but it doesn't make it any easier. I think I'm more hurt about what he said to me than about the actual break up. But dealing with that is still difficult as well."

Fred nodded. Suddenly, he stood up and held out his hand to Scarlett. "Come on."

Scarlett looked up at him in surprise. "Where are we going?"

"To your flat."

"You have something planned. I can practically see the wheels in your head turning."

"So what?" Fred asked. "You trust me, don't you?"

Scarlett simply stared at him for a few seconds before finally taking his hand and letting him help her up. When Fred started turning to Apparate, Scarlett stopped him. "Wait. This is a Muggle cemetery. We can't just Apparate right out in the open."

"I know. Your mother mentioned that. But there's nobody around except us. I think we can get away with it just this once."

Scarlett looked around and sighed. "Alright, let's go."

Fred gave her hand a squeeze before turning on the spot. Within a matter of seconds, they were standing outside of Scarlett's flat.

"Erica's probably waiting for me to come back," Scarlett sighed, gazing at the door. "And she's going to ask a million questions that I don't feel like answering right now." She glanced at Fred. "Don't get me wrong, Erica's my best friend and I will tell her the whole story eventually, but I just don't know if I can handle an interrogation from her and then me retelling everything in detail."

Fred nodded. "I get it. I figured you'd feel this way, actually. Remember the plan you accused me of formulating? Part of it includes kicking Erica out for a little while."

"You can't do that. It's her place as much as it is mine."

"Don't worry," Fred assured her. "Just leave everything to me."

"But—"

"No," Fred smirked, "no 'buts'. Just go with it, okay?"

"Okay," Scarlett sighed. Taking a deep breath, she led the way up to the front door, unlocked it and pushed it open.

"Scarlett, is that you?" Erica stuck her head out of the kitchen almost at once. When she saw Scarlett, she ran over and hugged her tightly. "Are you okay? Fred came by earlier saying you told Justin the truth but he didn't know where you had gone."

"I'm fine," Scarlett assured her. "Still a little upset, but yeah, I'll be okay."

"Where did you find her?" Erica asked, turning to Fred.

Fred glanced at Scarlett, clearly unsure of what to say.

"I was at the cemetery where my dad's buried. I didn't think anyone would find me there."

"Oh," Erica replied. "Well, Fred was quite intent on finding you."

"Yeah, I thought it would be best if we talked things over, which we did," Fred said, shrugging. He looked at Scarlett. "Why don't you go get comfortable?"

"What?"

"I'm going to need you to go put on comfortable clothes," Fred said seriously.

Scarlett gave him a look. "Why?" she asked curiously.

"Just do it," Fred answered.

"Fine," Scarlett answered, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. She headed off down the hallway to her bedroom. She heard Fred start talking to Erica in a low voice and wondered what he was planning.

Five minutes later, Scarlett opened her bedroom door and peered down the hallway. She had changed into a pair of polka dotted pajama pants and a pale blue long sleeved shirt. She didn't hear voices anymore and wondered what was going on.

"Fred?" she called, making her way down the hallway.

"In here," Fred called from the living room.

Scarlett entered the room to see Fred examining the television. "What are you doing?"

"What is this and why do you have it?" Fred asked, continuing to intently examine the device.

Scarlett actually giggled. "It's a television. Remember how I told you about those Muggle things called movies? That's what they're played on. And I have one because, well, when I was a kid, my dad knew about the magical world and he thought it was great, but he also wanted me to be acquainted with things in the Muggle world. I kind of grew attached to watching movies, especially since my dad was the one who introduced me to them."

"Do you have any of those movies you mentioned before?"

"Yeah, they're in the cabinet under the television," Scarlett replied, pointing.

"Excellent," Fred grinned, looking up excitedly.

"Do you want to watch some?" Scarlett asked slowly, giving him an amused look.

"Later," Fred replied, turning and heading for the door. "Wait right here. I'll be back soon."

"Where are you going?"

"You'll see." Fred pulled open the door and turned slightly. "Just wait here. I won't be long."

"Did Erica leave?" Scarlett asked.

"Fred nodded. "She'll be back tomorrow sometime."

"What did you tell her to get her to leave?"

"I told her what I was planning and she gladly agreed to leave for the night."

"What are you planning?"

"I can't tell you yet. That would ruin it."

"Where did Erica go?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Fred, you're being kind of creepy."

Fred laughed. "As long as I keep you in suspense until I get back."

"Well, I am in suspense."

"Good. Now just go sit down and wait for me to come back."

"As you wish," Scarlett said, rolling her eyes as Fred smiled and closed the door.

Scarlett retreated to the couch and sat down. She wondered what Fred was up to and what he had said to Erica to convince her to leave until tomorrow.

Sighing, Scarlett flopped onto her back and dangled her legs over the arm of the couch. In the quiet, she couldn't help but replay the argument with Justin over and over again in her head.

Finally, there was a knock on the door. Scarlett opened it and Fred quickly made his way into the house. He had changed out of his work clothes and into jeans and a sweatshirt. His arms were laden with bags that he immediately brought to the kitchen and set on the counter.

"What's all that?" Scarlett asked, following him.

"Food," Fred answered. He began emptying out the contents of the bags.

"Yeah, junk food," Scarlett noted, taking in the pile on the counter. "It looks like you raided Honeydukes."

Fred smiled. "Problem?"

"No," Scarlett answered slowly, "it's just—"

"I got firewhiskey as well," Fred interrupted. "Oh, and ice cream. Erica said chocolate was your favorite, so that's what I got."

"Fred, I really don't understand," Scarlett said as Fred slid the ice cream into the freezer. "Why did you bring me all of this stuff?"

"It's what girls do after they have a break up, isn't it?" Fred asked, turning around. "You know, they eat junk food and ice cream? And they mope around a lot."

Scarlett stared at him for a moment before giggling. "If you want to stereotype break ups, then yes, but oddly enough, I'm not moping."

"Good," Fred said, pretending to wipe sweat off his forehead. "That's a relief."

"I am, however, excited about the junk food," Scarlett continued. She quickly snagged the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and opened it. "If you don't mind, I'm going to eat all of the marshmallow ones now."

"Knock yourself out," Fred told her, smirking.

Scarlett raised her eyebrows. "Are you feeling okay? You aren't going to argue with me or cry about it?"

Fred shook his head and leaned up against the counter. "You just broke up with your boyfriend. Therefore, you're entitled to all the marshmallow beans you want. And I also thought we could watch movies together. It might cheer you up. It's better than me trying to tell you stories because I'm terrible at it. So we'll watch those movies that I'm so interested in seeing and we'll sit around and splurge on food."

Scarlett stared at him. "You're going to stay here with me?"

"Of course."

"This isn't too, I don't know, girly for you? Sitting around watching movies and eating junk food? What next? Are you going to suggest we do each other's hair too?"

Fred laughed. "No, that might be crossing the line, but honestly, I am interested in seeing what these movie things are and I love food."

"Of course it has nothing to do with me," Scarlett laughed.

"Of course not. We can't all be princesses, Scar," Fred teased.

Scarlett smiled and looked down into the box of Every Flavor Beans, staring at the multitude of colors inside. "I'm sure I could have done this with Erica. Or maybe not. But only because I'm not so devastated that I'm about to break. You didn't have to go through any trouble."

"It wasn't any trouble. Besides, you said that you weren't ready for Erica to bombard you with questions."

Scarlett looked up and stared at Fred for a few seconds more. Finally, she smiled and held out the box of Every Flavor Beans to him. "I suppose everything you've done earns you at least one marshmallow bean."

Fred laughed and took the box before reaching his hand inside. "I'm glad you think so." He jerked his head towards the living room. "Come on, let's go."

The two of them made themselves comfortable on the floor in front of the couch after bringing in the snacks and setting everything, including little bowls of ice cream and a bottle of firewhiskey each, on the coffee table.

"What do you want to watch first?" Scarlett asked, crawling over to the television to set up the first movie. She glanced over her shoulder to see Fred grinning at her almost guiltily. She sighed and smiled. "You want to watch Peter Pan, don't you?"

"If you don't mind. I know I must tire you with wanting to hear the story over and over."

Scarlett shook her head. "It's nothing. I don't mind. Really, I don't." She put in the movie and crawled back to sit beside Fred.

They sat side by side as they watched the movie. Fred was incredibly fascinated and could barely contain his excitement, fascination and confusion as the movie began to play.

"Do you like it so far?" Scarlett asked about twenty minutes in.

"It's fantastic," Fred replied in an awed whisper.

Scarlett giggled and reached for a handful of every flavor beans.

Another fifteen minutes passed by and without even quite realizing what she was doing, Scarlett rested her head on Fred's shoulder as she slowly turned her nearly empty firewhiskey bottle in her hands.

"Don't tell me the firewhiskey made you sleepy already," Fred whispered, smirking.

"It doesn't matter either way," Scarlett shrugged. "Even if it did, I wouldn't miss the end of the movie for anything."

"Haven't you already seen it?"

"Yeah, but I really don't think it ever gets old."

Fred chuckled. "I agree." After a pause, he slipped his arm around her shoulders. "Comfortable?"

Scarlett nodded and took another drink of her firewhiskey. "Thank you," she whispered, "for doing all of this for me."

"Don't mention it," Fred whispered back, patting her shoulder.

When the movie ended, Fred leaned back and stretched, removing his arm from around Scarlett's shoulder as he did so. Scarlett sat up and rubbed a hand over her eyes.

"So," Fred said, lowering his arms to his lap and looking at Scarlett, "I think our next decision is whether we want to go get dinner or if we're too full."

"Too full," Scarlett said. "I feel like I've consumed more sugar tonight than I usually do in a month."

"Agreed," Fred nodded. "So, in that case, I think it's time for another movie."

"Which one?" Scarlett asked with a smile.

"Any one," Fred shrugged.

Scarlett stood up and crossed the room to the television. She knelt down in front of it and examined her collection of movies. Finally, she settled on The Wizard of Oz and held it up. "Good?" she asked.

Fred nodded. "Perfect. While you're putting it in, I'm going to grab another firewhiskey. Want one?"

Scarlett debated for a moment. "Sure," she finally replied.

"Okay, be right back," Fred said, heading into the kitchen. While he was gone, Scarlett slipped the movie in and resumed her spot in front of the couch. Seconds later, Fred returned with the drinks, handing one to Scarlett before sitting down beside her again.

"Thanks," Scarlett said, taking a sip.

"Drunk yet?" Fred teased.

Scarlett rolled her eyes. "No, but any more than two of these and I might be. Why, are you trying to get me drunk?"

"No," Fred shrugged, "not really. Just slightly more relaxed. You need to relax sometimes. Especially today. Today was rough. This helps." He held up his drink.

Scarlett narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you calling me uptight?" she asked.

"No," Fred answered quickly.

"I think you are."

"Put a sock in it, Scar, the movie's starting," Fred said, trying to hide his smile.

Scarlett lightly shoved his shoulder as she took another sip of her firewhiskey. "I can pause it, you know," she said, twirling the remote in her hand.

"What's that?" Fred asked in wonder.

"It controls the television," Scarlett explained. "I can press a button and pause the movie." She pressed the pause button to show him.

"Amazing," Fred whispered, gazing at the screen. He turned to look at Scarlett. "Okay, play it now."

"No," she shrugged. "You told me to put a sock in it."

"I didn't mean it," Fred said, giving her a cheesy smile. "Forgive me?"

"I don't know," Scarlett teased.

"Come on, play it. Don't make me grab that magical button wand out of your hand."

"It's a remote. And go ahead, try it," Scarlett taunted, holding the remote as far away from him as possible.

Fred leaned over and tried to grab the remote as Scarlett squealed and stretched her arm away from him. Fred grabbed her around the waist and slid her closer, reaching out for the remote with his other hand.

The struggle went on for another moment until Fred finally grabbed the remote. "Got it," he said triumphantly. He waved the remote in Scarlett's face. "You put up a good fight, though."

"Just play the movie," Scarlett said, sniffing and sticking her nose in the air as she tried to hide her smirk.

"You're mental," Fred teased, looking down at the remote. "Which button?"

"Figure it out on your own."

"So you don't mind if I blow up your television? Because that's what's going to happen if you leave me blindly fumbling around with this thing."

"You should have thought of that before you grabbed it from me."

Fred looked at her for a moment before holding the remote out to her across both of his palms as if it were a peace offering. "Please help me out here," he said.

Scarlett let out a tiny giggle and took the remote. "This button," she said, showing him as she pressed it and the movie began to play.

"Got it," Fred nodded.

"You'll forget by tomorrow."

"Probably."

Scarlett laughed and shoved his shoulder again.

After The Wizard of Oz was over, Scarlett and Fred started a third movie. Fred chose Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and while Scarlett loved the movie, she could feel herself growing more and more tired. The last thing she remembered before falling asleep was her head drooping onto Fred's shoulder again and him slipping an arm around her once more.

A/N: I think this chapters is one of my favorites so far. Fred and Scarlett are just so fun to write! I hope everyone likes it and I really appreciate all of the awesome reviews and the adds to favorites/story alerts. :)