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He's Not Coming Home by Tonks1247
Chapter 1 : He Promised
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It was two weeks ago that she stood on the Hogwarts grounds, and prepared for the fateful battle. The battle that would, in the end, leave her in pieces.

When the battle finally started, she was fighting next to him…next to Fred. She had guarded his back as he had guarded hers. They were doing very good at fighting back the death eaters, and the werewolves who had joined in the battle.

George had then ran over to them and had enlisted for his brothers help. Fred had been hesitant to leave, and Angelina had been hesitant to let him go. George convinced the both of them though. He convinced her that his brother would be fine, and they would be careful. She didn’t want to agree, but knew that it was the way things were going to work.

Fred told his brother to give him two minutes, and then went in search of Lee Jordan. Fred found him and told his friend to fight next to Angelina. To keep her safe. Lee agreed. Fred had then gone back to Angelina, and told her to be safe. She, in turn, told him to be careful. He said he would, and kissed her. He then disappeared with George. Angelina continued to fight the death eaters with Lee.

When the Death Eaters drew back into the forest, Angelina went looking for Fred, with Lee close to her side. As she entered the Great Hall, she spied his family. She started walking towards them, when she noticed them gathered around a bed…Fred’s death bed.

Her breathe caught as she was suddenly still. Taking in the form of him. Taking in the form of the one she loved on the bed...dead. She started backing up before Lee asked her if she was alright. As she looked towards Lee, a tear escaped her eye, and Lee understood instantly. He flinched away from the bed that was encircled by the Weasley’s, and Angie took off towards the great hall doors, so she could escape. Lee caught her before she made it out of the doors, and pulled her to him. Angelina hadn’t resisted Lee at all, she was still trying to convince herself that it was just a dream.

It was two weeks after the day she turned eighteen
All dressed in white
Going to the church that night
She had his box of letters in the passenger seat
Sixpence in a shoe, something borrowed, something blue
And when the church doors opened up wide
She put her veil down
Trying to hide the tears
Oh she just couldn't believe it
She heard trumpets from the military band
And the flowers fell out of her hand

Laying on her bed now, Angelina glanced at the clock. The funeral was in about a hour, which meant she had to get ready. She wiped the tears from her cheeks, and pushed herself into the sitting position. She looked around the bedroom. There was a box on the floor full of the random letters she had gotten from him….from school and from when he had to work, and couldn’t be with her.

She shoved a blanket off of the edge and on top of the box, because she couldn’t stand looking at it any longer. Pushing herself to her feet, she walked over to the closet. She opened the door to the closet, and pulled out a long black dress. She didn’t let her eyes scan through all of his clothes, which were still there. She just pulled out a pair of black shoes as quickly as she could find them, and closed the closet. She then headed to the bathroom, to get ready.


Angelina held the flowers in her hand tightly as she climbed up the staircase to the doors of the church…alone. She took a deep breath as she pulled open the doors of the funeral home. She swiped a hand at under her eyes to collect any of the tears that had fallen, as she walked forward, down the aisle in the center of the chairs..

As she approached the casket, music started to play. She felt as though her heart stopped as she recognized the song playing, yet she still managed another step foward. Once her eyes found his face, she froze, a tear sliding down her face. The flowers hit the ground before she realized she had even let them go. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She pulled a little strength together and bent down to pick up the flowers. She didn’t look back at him as she went to the table and placed her flowers with the other ones, but she did look at one of the pictures that was set on the table. Another tear slid down her face as a picture of Fred smiled up at her.

Baby why'd you leave me
Why'd you have to go?
I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
I can't even breathe
It's like I'm looking from a distance
Standing in the background
Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream

She made the mistake of glancing over at his face again, and almost fell over backwards as the realization, and the pain from that realization hit her. He was dead. She was alone. He had left her alone.

She started feeling like the scene in front of her was moving further and further away. It was like she was looking down a dark tunnel and watching all of this as if it were a movie. As if, after the movie were done, Fred would be back that night, holding her in his arms.

“You alright?” a voice asked behind Angelina, bringing her back to her body…back to the scene in front of her, and reminding her to breathe again.

She turned around slowly to see a red eyed George standing before her.

“No,” she replied quietly, looking down at the engagement ring, which felt heavier then normal.

“I know. It hurts, I know,” George said, his voice soft.

A few moments of silence passed before George and Angelina took their seats.

The preacher man said let us bow our heads and pray
Lord please lift his soul, and heal this hurt
Then the congregation all stood up and sang the saddest song that she ever heard
Then they handed her a folded up flag
And she held on to all she had left of him
Oh, and what could have been
And then the guns rang one last shot
And it felt like a bullet in her heart

The preacher of the church then stood and prayed. At the end of the prayer, the choir started singing the song that was playing when Angelina had first walked in.

Tears started to fall as the song, the one playing when Fred had proposed to her, came to an end, but Angelina made no move to wipe them away. She knew that there would only be more to come.

Many people got up and spoke after that. Angelina didn’t have to speak at all, and she really didn’t want to. It was hard enough to hold herself together when she was alone, but in front of a bunch of people, she was sure that she would never be able to say more then a few words without bursting into tears.

As the speeches, and memories came to a close, everyone rose and began to file out of the church. Angelina stood, and headed to the table where she had set her flowers. She had only seen one of the pictures on the table, but she noticed that there were more…more that held painful memories.

Tears started streaming down her face again as the memory of one picture came to her mind. It wasn’t so much the memory of the picture itself, but what had taken place afterwards….

Fred had just taken a picture of the two of them. He still had the camera in his hands, and Angelina had pressed her lips against his for the briefest moment before asking, “What was the picture for?”

“It’s called the before picture,” he grinned, pressing his lips to hers once before pulling back and letting her speak.

“Before what picture,” she asked, suspiciously looking at him.

“Before this,” he said stepping back and placing the camera on the table. He then pulled from his pocket a velvet box.

Angelina’s heart started pounding excitedly as she watched him slide down so he was on one knee. Fred had carefully pulled back the lid of the box, revealing a beautiful band, and asked, “Angelina Johnson, I love you, and I will always love you. Will you marry me?”

Angelina was pulled from the memory by the bell of the church ringing. She looked at the clock on the wall and the clock read that it was noon, and then the memory blared in her mind. She had looked at the clock after he had asked. She had wanted to see if time had stopped moving. As she watched, the clock had clicked to noon and she had looked deep into his eyes and said yes.

Tears started to fall, and the church bell rang one last time. She put a hand to her chest, her heart throbbing, and her breath coming in short gasps.

Baby why'd you leave me
Why'd you have to go?
I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
I can't even breathe
It's like I'm looking from a distance
Standing in the background
Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream

Angelina stumbled backwards as her legs started feeling like they were going to give out. She was trying to find a stable surface to hold her up. She couldn’t stand any more, she couldn’t think anymore, she couldn’t take the pain anymore. Finally tripping over her own feet, she fell back into a chairs in the front row. Tears were freely falling down her face, as she completely broke down.

When a hand touched her shoulder slightly, she stood and turned towards whoever the person was. Through blurry eye’s she recognized it as George. She flung herself forward, into his arms, continuing to sob into George’s shoulder.

“Why’d he leave me? He promised me forever,” Angelina said in between sobs.

“He didn’t only leave you Angie,” George whispered to her, trying to comfort her the best he could as tears of his own started falling.

Oh, Baby why'd you leave me
Why'd you have to go?
I was counting on forever, now I'll never know
Oh, now I'll never know
It's like I'm looking from a distance
Standing in the background
Everybody's saying, he's not coming home now
This can't be happening to me
This is just a dream

“But what if he isn’t dead? What if he’s coming back?” Angie asked thickly through her tears, wishing there was a way to get him back.

“Angie, he isn’t coming home,” George said, his voice cracking as more tears began to spill down his face. “He isn’t coming back,” George said, his voice almost inaudible, as the pain cut into him.

“This can’t be happening…it isn’t happening,” she sobbed.

“But it is,” George said, a sob escaping him.

“This has to be just a dream,” Angelina whispered, her forehead resting against George’s shoulder as another sob racked her body.

“Just a dream,” George echoed in her ear.

Oh, this is just a dream
Just a dream
Yeah, Yeah

Author's Note: The bold and italicized part is a memory, just incase you got a bit confused. Italicized only is the song, Just A Dream, which is fully credited to Carrie Underwood. The characters and some of the plot is credited to J. K. Rowling, of course. Other then that, I just wanted to write a random song fic as a break from my other story, and this is what it turned out to be. Review, please, because i want to know if things are written weird. Haven't written in third person in a while. Also want to say that this story is dedicated to Magyk, since I know she loves sad stories!

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