After the Battle of Hogwarts, Fred, who was recovering from an explosion that burned his left side so badly that not even dittany, and healing spells cast by the elder wand could fully reverse. Therefore, leaving his left side a patch work of scar tissue, wrinkly reddish skin and a milky white eye that would never work the same again. However, despite all of the physical and mental pain he was in, Fred still managed to preserver.
His body may have been damaged but his soul was as bright and playful as always. To Helena's relief Fred Weasley was still the same funny, mischievous, slightly devilish man that Helena had fell in love with 4 years before the war had truly started. Their love wasn't instant by any means. At first Fred had been Ron's annoying older brother who left nothing but trouble in his wake, and to him, she had been Ron's best-friend that he and his twin brother liked to prank from time to time. However, after spending a winter snowed in at the Weasleys all that time ago they had their first real talk, away from Ron and George and had learned that they had somethings in common than what first met the eye.
The night they truly saw each other for the first time was on a winter night when not even the chilly English climate could draw Helena from looking up at the clear midnight sky. So different from the light polluted night sky outside of the Dursley's Privet Drive house.
There the nearby city lights only allowed her a glimpse of only the brightest stars that would be able to make it through all of the atmospheric light pollution. However, here at The Burrow in the middle of nowhere in the outskirts of Ottery St Catchpole village, the sky had never been brighter.
Stars danced across the midnight landscape in a celestial shower of yellows, blues, and oranges. A part of Helena wondered if that was a sign that this is where she was meant to be. Under the clear midnight sky where nothing could touch her rather than the foggy, uncertain night where even the brightest stars could rarely ever be seen. She had been looking at the sky, contemplating her life so deeply that she hadn't heard anyone walking up behind her until Fred gently touched her shoulder.
"Sorry, it's just… you've been out here for a while and your cheeks are turning red. Mom told me to ask you to come back inside lest you get a cold."
Fred had been looking for George so that they could go over plans for their newest prank on a couple of Ravenclaw first years who had tried to sneak into the Gryffindor dorms before winter break when he felt a chill from the front porch door being left open. Curious, he had gone to shut the door when he saw Helena Potter, Ron's friend and the famous "Girl-Who-Lived" sitting alone, for once not with his brother or Hermione, staring up at the sky like she had never seen anything so beautiful before and never would again.
In that moment she didn't look like one of the only people in the world capable of killing Voldemort, she didn't look like the fearless warrior witch of Gryffindor, in that moment she looked like a girl who had seen too much and yet had lived too little of a life that truly brought her joy. She looked, if only for that brief moment, incredibly sad and lonely.
And Fred, well, he had been captivated.
Because he had never seen this side of her. Whenever he saw her she was always surrounded by friends or adoring fans, so he just figured her life must have been pretty great up to that point, I mean who wouldn't want to be famous without even trying and adored by everyone in Magical Britain and beyond.
And yet looking at her now, Fred is starting to come to the realization that he didn't really know her at all. He knew about her through newspapers, school gossip, and Ron's stories but he didn't really know her and he doubts that anyone else did either.
Even Ron and Hermione seem to have only scratched the surface. But he could tell that she was more than just a celebrity, a cursed scar, and a pretty face. She was so much more and a part of him, small as it may be, wanted to know who she really was beneath it all.
So he stayed there watching her in fascination as she watched the stars with equal fervor.
However all too soon someone cleared their throat behind him. Spinning around he saw his mother standing there with her hands on her hips and sending him a glare that could burn a thousand suns.
"Fred Gideon Weasley! What in Merlin's name do you think you're doing? Do you realize what time it is! I swear if you or your brother wake me up before I get proper sleep, I'll have your hind!"
Molly Weasley whisper-yelled, and how she perfected that art he would never know, at Fred.
However, as she went on to try and finish her no doubt impressive litany of increasingly creative ways he wouldn't survive past Christmas if he disturbed her rest, she paused when a gust of cold air flew in from the open front door porch. Fred watched in slow motion how she whirled around ready to lecture whoever was sitting outside to close the door when she noticed Helena and paused.
Now Fred always knew that his mother had a soft spot for Helena.
Maybe it's because he knew that she had always wanted more girls and was only able to have one and yet had plenty of boys. Or maybe it was because she was Ron's friend and didn't seem perturbed by his family's "weirdness" like other Purebloods seemed to be.
But the reason that Fred thinks is the most probable is that Molly Weasley is able to see what very few people do when she looks at Helena.
She sees a girl who grew up without a loving mother or even a mother-figure and no family to speak of or at least not one that cares about her. As a result, Fred knows that in a way Molly practically adopted Helena into the family, and while she may not be a Weasley by blood, she would always be one in her heart.
And so when Molly spotted Helena sitting on the porch with that look of deep contemplation and bone deep weariness, she abruptly closed her mouth and released a quiet sigh. She looked at the girl briefly in fond exasperation with a hint of sadness in the corner of her eyes.
Then as if it was never there she turned around and leveled him with a look of both suspicion with the beginnings of understanding creeping in. Fred, embarrassed to be caught staring almost longingly at Helena by his own mother, turned away from her discerning brown eyes so different in color from his own sea blue despite being the exact same shape, guiltily.
"I won't ask, however I will say this, instead of standing here making goo-goo eyes at the girl, why don't you go and tell her to come back inside before she catches pneumonia."
And with that Molly Weasley flaunted back upstairs to his parent's room and shut the door leaving her embarrassed son to go collect Helena before she really did get pneumonia. Her cheeks were starting to become an alarming shade of red.