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No Safe Topic by Tonks1247
Chapter 1 : It's Always Back To Him
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“I’ll make it home alright Mrs. Weasley,” Angelina Johnson said to Molly Weasley. “I don’t have to travel too far.”

“Are you sure dear?” Molly asked her, clearly concerned.

“Yeah, and I might even be able to come by later this week too,” Angelina assured her, although she knew it would take skillful planning.

“Alright. Bye Angelina,” Molly said.

“Bye Mrs. Weasley,” Angelina said, before walking out of the burrow far enough to apparate to the alley way behind her apartment building.

I cannot find a way to describe it
It's there inside; all I do is hide
I wish that it would just go away
What would you do, you do, if you knew
What would you do

Angie walked around the building and into the front doors, using her key to get in. She started up the stairs, as she started to feel the familiar feeling of regret from leaving fill her again. She knew that her leaving the burrow would never take the pain of what she was missing away.

Behind at the burrow, she had left only so she didn’t have to face George. The past few week she had been avoiding him because every time she saw him, she would completely lose her mind. She couldn’t stand him, because he was soo much like Fred. Anytime she looked at him, or would be with him for an extended amount of time, she would start feeling like she was in love with him.

But I am not in love with him. I only think so because he is like Fred,’ Angie thought to herself, not letting her mind go any further. She had managed to leave the burrow, hadn’t she?

All the pain I thought I knew
All the thoughts lead back to you
Back to what was never said
Back and forth inside my head
I can't handle this confusion
I'm unable; come and take me away

Finally making it to her door, Angie took out her key and unlocked the door. She walked into the shadowed entrance area and saw a light on in the living. She didn’t think that she had left any of the lights on. She actually knew for a fact that she hadn’t.

She closed the door behind her and pulled her wand silently from her purse. She dropped her purse onto the floor, and slowly crept forwards. She kept her hand in her arm, raising in front of her.

She finally reached the corner, and walked around it. She glanced around for any movement and saw none. She walked further into the living and glanced around the room. The TV was on a random channel, and the remote was not where she had left it. She lowered her wand as she searched the couch and coffee table with her eyes for signs of someone being there.

A sudden noise from behind her made her spin around, and raise point her wand in the direction of the sound. The first glimpse of movement she had her wand pointed at.

I feel like I am all alone
All by myself I need to get around this
My words are cold, I don't want them to hurt you
If I show you, I don't think you'd understand
Cause no one understands

“Oh my gosh. How the hell did you get into my apartment?” Angie said, a hand on her heart as she dropped her wand arm, seeing it was only George.

“A wand,” George said.

“And why is it you broke into my apartment?” Angie asked, taking a deep breath to relax herself.

“Because I haven’t seen you in weeks,” George replied, his eyes dark.

“I’ve been busy, and so have you,” Angie lied, her voice a little higher then normal.

“How much of that is a lie?” George asked, noticing her voice change.

“What do you mean?” asked Angie, trying to make her self sound innocent.

“You haven’t been busy,” George said.

“How do you know? Are you stalking me or something?” Angie asked, knowing that she had to get him out of her apartment, because it felt so right to have him there, yet wrong because it wasn't Fred.

“Dishes left in the sink from at least the past week...And you always leave before I arrive back at the burrow. You're Avoiding me,” George said, and then adding as an after thought, “No I haven’t been stalking you.”

“I haven’t been avoiding you. Now, could you please get out of my apartment,” Angie said carefully, trying not to sound mean.

“That’s another lie there. What did I do, Angie?” George asked gently.

“Nothing, you're just not welcome here anymore,” Angie said, but instantly regretted her words. She hadn't meant it to sound so mean, she just...she couldn’t handle having George here, when this was her and Fred’s place.

All the pain I thought I knew
All the thoughts lead back to you
Back to what was never said
Back and forth inside my head
I can't handle this confusion
I'm unable; come and take me away

A silent moment passed before Angie spoke up again. “I…I didn‘t mean to say that.”

“Then why did you say it?” George asked, curious and hurt.

“Because I did. Now please leave,” Angie replied, dropping her gaze to the floor.

“That doesn’t answer the question, Angie. What’s going on?” George asked, confused and still a little hurt.

“Please,” Angie said, almost pleading. “Could you just leave. I can’t….I just, I can’t.”

“You can’t what?” George asked.

“I just can’t. Please, just leave me alone,” Angie whispered, continuing to stare at the ground as a tear streaked down her cheek.

“You don’t really want me gone. What’s going on, honestly?” George said, taking a step closer to her.

“Nothings going on, I just don’t want you to be here,” Angie said taking a step back and trying to keep her voice even, but failing at doing so.

“Then I‘ll leave,” George said, leaning forward enough to kiss her forehead. “But we need to talk. You have to explain what’s going on. All I know is that it’s really hurting you,” he whispered.

He took a few steps backwards. “Bye Angie.”

Angie couldn’t make herself say anything, she just watched as George turned and walked out her door, closing with a click behind him.

I'm going nowhere (on and on and)
I'm getting nowhere (on and on and on)
Take me away
I'm going nowhere (on and off and off and on)
and off and on

Angie fell back onto the couch with tears streaking down her face as soon as she was sure he was gone. She couldn’t take it much longer.

I am in love with him because he’s like his brother,’ Angie said in her head firmly, hoping to believe it.

But you are in love with him for different reasons,’ said the other side of her mind.

She sighed before pushing herself up and off of the couch. She walked down the short hallway and to her bedroom. She opened the door and headed for her desk. She pulled out a piece of paper and a quill before writing;


It’s been weeks of avoiding him, and I was doing pretty good too. That is, until he showed up at my apartment because he knew I was avoiding him. I don’t think I can avoid him for much longer for any reason. I really think I’m in love with him, but whether because he’s like his brother or because I have fallen for him I don't know. Please help me. I don’t know what to do anymore Katie.


When Angie finished writing the short letter, she folded it up. She then went to where her owl was sitting in the corner. She tied the letter to it’s leg and then told it to fly to Katie Bell’s house.

She watched the owl fly off before going over and sitting down on her bed.

All the pain I thought I knew
All the thoughts lead back to you
Back to what was never said
Back and forth inside my head
I can't handle this confusion
I'm unable; come and take me away

Angie let herself fall back, to stare at the ceiling. She was tired, but sleep would not over take her quickly. Instead, it went to fighting with herself about her feelings for George, until she fell asleep within her confusion, or got irritated enough to do something to make the battle go away.

Is it wrong to think I love him?’ Angie asked herself.

Well, it would make you happy.


Fred would want you to be happy.’

Yeah, but would he be happy for me to be in love with his brother?

He would just want you to be happy, and with someone who loves you as much as he did.’

'But who says George loves me?'

He did show up at your apartment, didn’t he?

Angie groaned, rolled over and pressed her face into a pillow. She didn’t want to think about Fred. It had only been long enough since the funeral, and the George problem had been persistent after that. It was just much too soon for her to think she was in love with her dead fiancé’s brother.

‘Okay, I need something else to think about…’ Angie thought, her face still in the pillow.

Well, since most of my life consists of avoiding George and trying not to think about Fred, I think there’s pretty much nothing left.’

Angie groaned again and sat up. This was too much for her. All she could think about was either Fred or George, and both thoughts hurt and confused her. There was no safe topic anymore.

Take me away
Break me away
Take me away

Angie pushed up off of her bed hard and went into the kitchen. She pulled out the last bottle of firewiskey she had, before turning on the muggle stereo that Fred had insisted on getting. She turned up the music before falling back on the couch and opening the bottle of firewiskey. She took a big drink, waiting for the buzz and the inability to think to overtake her.

 Author’s Note: This is Part 2. The song is Take Me Away by Avril Lavigne. :)

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