Till Forever and Beyond

Epilouge

Angelina's POV

I screamed again, tears of agony, and loss of the man that should have been holding my hand through it, stained my cheeks as a final wave of terrible pain washed over me. Then it was all over. Soon George was wiping the tears from my cheeks as he placed the baby in my arms.

"It's a boy, 'Lina. You've got a son," he whispered.

I gazed down at the baby in my arms. His little scrunched up face was so beautiful. He looked just like the photo's of his father when he was born, but he had darker skin, of course, and the same black hair I had when I was born.

My son curled his hand around my finger for the first time, and I knew the pain, the sleepless nights to come, everything, was worth it for this one precious moment. The only thing that could have improved it was Fred's presence. I loved George, I truly did, but Fred would always hold a special place in my heart.

Then my son lifted his eye lids and I saw his eyes for the first time. And I knew.

"It's him, George!" I whispered. "Its Fred! He's come back to us!"

***

George's POV

A few days later I sat in the sitting room as my nephew that I loved as a son was adored by his family.

I sat with Bill as we watched a pregnant Fleur holding the baby.

"I can't believe I'm going to have one of those in a few months," Bill said, indicating the baby in his wife's arms.

"Don't worry about it. It's great." I told him sincerely. Bill grinned his thanks at me.

"Now, come on. You can not keep us waiting any longer. What name is eet zat you 'ave chosen for ze leetle boy?" Fleur asked.

Angelina picked up her new born son and came to sit on my knee.

"There's only one name for my boy," she told them. "He is Fred."

Angelina's POV

Half an hour later Fleur had finished telling everyone that she thought the name "charmant", Molly had managed to stop sobbing that it was perfect that he first grandchild be named for his dead father, I had managed to get little Fred to stop wailing at the sudden out-break of noise, and the house was quiet again.

George stood up and said that he had something to say. Then he came over to me and knelt down on one knee.

"Angelina," he said, holding out a small box, "Will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?"  He opened the box to reveal the second most beautiful ring I had ever seen.

I drew in a sharp breath as I remembered Fred saying the same thing to me nine months ago, minutes before he died.

I put my hand on my chest where my engagement ring from Fred, the most beautiful ring I have ever seen, still hung on its chain.

"I've asked Fred's permission," George told me. "He made happy gurgling noises, which I took to be a yes."

I smiled. Yes, I thought, both my Freds would agree. If I was going to marry anyone other than him he would want it to be his best friend and twin.

A tear, whether of joy or sadness I couldn't tell, rolled down my cheek as I said,

"Yes, George. I would love to marry you."

***

A few months later I stood in the Burrow, ready at last. It was time to marry a Weasley twin. Not the one I had ever thought I would marry, but still.

As I picked up the skirt of my long white dress I whispered,

"I love him, Fred, and I will love him forever. But I will love you forever and beyond.