For Fred.

"Have you heard from George?" Molly looked to me as she ate her food.

The majority of the Weasley family was around the table; Bill, Charlie, Percy, Ron, Ginny and Arthur. The family didn't say much, but they were visibly happy when I had told the rest of them about the baby. Bill had travelled back to the Burrow after the news of Fred's death, apparently. George was nowhere to be seen.

"No, Mrs Weasley-" I replied.

"Molly, please." She interrupted, with a gentle smile.

"No, Molly, I haven't seen or heard from him." I replied, giving her a bittersweet smile. Molly's face fell, but she recovered quickly. Fred had her eyes, and I felt an ache in my chest.

"Arthur and I have been trying to contact him for the past week, but he hasn't responded at all. I went to their- I mean, his-shop, but nobody answered the door. It looked closed." She took a shaky breath, gripping her fork like it was the only thing she could hold onto. Ginny stared into her food silently, and Percy sat close to her, whispering comforting words I couldn't hear. "So, I was just wondering if you'd heard from him, being one of his closest friends and all."

"I'm sure...I'm sure he's trying to take time for himself." I said quietly.

"Well he's being a bit bloody selfish, isn't he?!" Ron blurted out, face a bit red. He looked like he'd been crying. His other siblings looked up at him in surprise, like someone had woken them up from a long nap.

"Ronald." Molly said, a warning in her voice.

"No, Mum, no." His voice was rising, stabbing the quiet of the table that was there before. "He's acting like he's the only one who's lost a brother, like he's the only one going through something. You've lost a son. Angelina's lost the father to her baby, and he won't even reply to any letters or open the door or anything-"

"RON!" Ginny shouted, standing up, her small figure trembling, fresh tears running down her pretty face. Ron's eyes looked to her, his face a picture of shock. Ginny hadn't spoken since the day Fred died.

"Stop. Just...stop." She whispered. She looked at me, then to my stomach.

Then she walked away.

"Well done, Ron. Are you happy now?" Percy snapped, looking at Ron as he watched Ginny leave. Ron narrowed his eyes.

"Fuck you, Percy." He hissed, getting up from the dinner table.

He stormed off, slamming the front door as he left. Molly winced, not reprimanding Ron for his use of language. She was too tired to.

The quiet of the dinner table after that was deafening. The remaining siblings either poked at their food awkwardly or made eye contact with me. I hesitated.

"I'll go after Ginny." I announced suddenly. Molly looked at me, but didn't protest. She simply nodded.

***

Ginny sat on the stairs, clutching a box to her chest like it was the only thing holding her together. Her sobs were quiet but raw, echoing in the empty hallway. I hesitated, unsure if she'd want my company—or if I'd even know the right words to say.

"You alright?" I finally whispered.

Ginny turned sharply, her expression hard and her grief raw. But when she saw it was me, her face softened.

"Hello, Angie." She whispered softly, not answering the question. I didn't press, feeling a pang in my chest at the mention of that nickname.

Sitting down next to Ginny, I wrapped one of my arms around her and pulled her closer. She put her head on my shoulder.

"How's Harry?" I asked playfully, and despite everything, despite us both losing someone so important, Ginny chuckled.

"Worried sick. I asked him to give me some space, I'll talk to him eventually." She replied, wiping her nose. "But it shouldn't be me you're checking up on." Ginny looked at my face then, searching it the way her brother did when he was alive.

"How are you? How's the baby?" She asked gently. I rubbed her shoulder before answering.

"Fine. It hasn't started kicking yet, if that's what you're asking. It's still way too early." Ginny smiled at this, but the smile faltered a bit.

"I should be checking on you more," her voice cracked a little bit. "But I...I just don't know how to help." Her chin wobbled a little bit, and I pulled her into a tight hug.

"Don't worry, Ginny. You lost your brother. You're allowed to grieve." I muttered, my voice slightly muffled by her jumper. She started to cry again, her whole body shaking for a few minutes before she pulled away. She held out the box she had, offering it to me.

"What's this?" I asked, taking it.

"A bunch of pictures Fred kept under his bed. He forgot to take it with him when he and George moved out, I think. Before he..." Ginny cleared her throat, wiping her eyes. "Before he died, he asked me to get it for him. I couldn't get it back to him in the end, of course. I think you should have it." I looked at Ginny, this young, skilled, Chaser, who was my fiancée's little sister. She had just lost her brother, and she was giving me a box full of his old pictures. Asking about me.

"You're going to be a great aunt, Ginny." I whispered, and for the first time since Fred, Ginny's face broke into a large genuine smile. I opened the box, and let out a quiet gasp.

There seemed to be a small stack of photos, but the first one was a blurry, moving photo of me. I was turned away, talking to someone else, probably Katie, and Fred had drawn small hearts all over the Polaroid. On the bottom, it read:

Angie, looking absolutely beautiful. December 1994.

Silent tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Oh." I whispered. Ginny looked at me in alarm.

"Angelina, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" she stopped when she saw I was laughing. My fiancé was dead and I was laughing. That was even more absurd.

"No, Ginny, thank you." I said as the laughter died down. "I was always wondering what he was doing with that camera on that day."

"What day?" Ginny asked, looking at me with concern.

"The day he asked me to the Yule Ball."

***

December 1994, Angelina and Fred's Fifth Year

We were in the Great Hall, and it was mostly quiet. Mostly, because people were whispering amongst themselves about who they'd be going with (or would like to go with) to the Yule Ball. The hall was alive with chatter, the warm glow of candlelight casting long shadows over eager faces. Fred's red hair stood out like a beacon, his grin as cheeky as ever. I tried not to look at him too much. Katie was busy gushing about who she'd love to go with, and I watched her fondly.

"Did you see that Cedric Diggory?" Katie whispered to me excitedly. "He was so handsome!" I rolled my eyes, smiling.

"You're ridiculous, Katie." I replied, writing an answer down to a homework question absentmindedly. "But I get what you mean. He is nice to look at, but-"

"You're too busy staring at Fred Weasley to notice." She completed, smirking. I smacked her arm playfully, and she snickered.

"Stop it, Katie." I hissed. I heard a click behind me, but I chose not to look. "We're just friends. Besides, he doesn't like me like that-"

I felt a paper ball land on my back just then, and turned around slowly to see who it was.

It was Fred. As usual.

"Angelina!" He whispered, as George grinned. There was a camera lying next to him, but I didn't think much of it.

"What?" I mouthed, clearly irritated. My heart, however, was thumping in my chest.

"Would you," he pointed at me, "like to go, to the Ball," he imitated some dancing, "with me?" He jabbed his thumb at himself.

I blinked, my face getting hotter by the second, and I felt a stupid grin spread on my face.

"You're really pretty." He mouthed again, winking, and I couldn't help it. I just had to go with him. I rested my head on my hand, pretending to ponder for a moment.

"To the ball?" I asked again. He nodded. "Hm....." he pretended to be in agony while I hesitated, making me giggle again. "Yeah." I answered, smiling at him.

Even though he looked confident, his face turned a light shade of pink as he gave me that crooked smile and turned back to George, whispering animatedly.

I turned back to Katie, who had a huge smirk on her face.

"Just friends, eh?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Shut up, Katie.” I mumbled.