It was a crisp March morning in Diagon Alley. The snow was beginning to thaw and people were bustling around getting things in preparation for spring. George had been up hours before the first shopper in Diagon Alley getting his shop ready. Now that he had done that and Jennifer had arrived, he reentered his flat’s bedroom with a breakfast tray with a steaming mug of hot chocolate, sausages, pancakes, French toast orange juice and of course a fruit plate. He smiled at the woman still fast asleep in his bed. His Angel. He kissed her forehead and her eyes fluttered open.
“Hot chocolate for my hot chocolate,” he said grinning. Angelina smiled and rolled her eyes.
“Good morning George.” She pulled herself up in a sitting position and he moved the tray forward.
“Wow, nothing is even burnt! Did you do this or did you get this at your mum?” She asked looking at the breakfast that George had placed in front of her. George fixed her with a hurt look, but his voice held amusement.
“I can create things that don’t go boom you know.” He smirked.
“Eat up, you have a big day a head of you.” He got up off the bed. Angelina smiled adoringly at him.
“Thank you for this.” She pulled the cover off the food and though it smelled wonderful, she got an uncontrollable urge to wretch. She quickly put the tray on the bed side table and jumped out of bed then ran to the bathroom. She moved so quickly, George had little time to react. He walked over to the tray on the bed and looked at it. He didn’t do anything that he didn’t see his mum do and there were absolutely no puking pistils in the food. He frowned and walked to the bathroom door.
“Ange, are you alright in there?” The sound of her wretching was all that greeted him at first then Angelina’s weak voice followed.
“Yeah I’ll be fine, just a bit of an upset stomach is all.”
Though still a bit concerned George reluctantly left the door and returned to the shop. He decided that he would be up shortly to check on her. After a few minutes of emptying her stomach into the toilet bowl Angelina got into the shower. George was right, she did have a big day a head of her and no upset stomach was going to stop her. She figured that must be the reason she felt sick anyway. When she had finished her morning routine, teeth and hair brushing, she left the bathroom only to bump into George. He was waiting by the bathroom door.
“I wasn’t going to die in there,” she said walking past him.
“I know but I’m worried about you.”
“George I’m fine, it’s probably just my nerves.”
George shook his head.
“Ange it’s not like you to throw up before a game. You barely even get nervous.” It was her turn to frown.
“It’s not everyday that I get called up to train for England. Maybe it’s just the excitement of it all.” He still looked unsettled but she moved over and snuggled into him.
“I’ll be fine, don’t worry.” George sighed and tilted her chin up.
“If you don’t feel well, don’t push it. She smiled and nodded and her kissed her.
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“Great catch Johnson! Go to goal! Go to goal!” The England coach shouted. Angelina dodged a bludger that was sent her way and zoomed towards the goal. She blinked hard. Everything was starting to look extremely fuzzy and unfocussed. The goals were fading and so was everything else. Darkness.
Angelina opened her eyes and found herself at St.Mungos hospital. A healer was closing her window. She turned and smiled at her.
“Oh you’re a wake Miss Johnson. Your friends will be pleased to know.”
Angelina rubbed her eyes. She felt fine except for a bit of grogginess.
“Why am I here?”
“The head healer will be in, in a minute to fill you in. In the mean time I’ll let your friends know that you are a wake. We do not need to keep you overnight.”
Angelina nodded and the healer left. Moments later a male healer walked into her room with a clipboard and blue parchment. He smiled brightly at her.
“Good evening Miss Johnson.”
“Good evening…err what is wrong with me?” The healer chuckled and shook his head.
“Nothing is wrong with you but your body will be going through some drastic changes.” Angelina frowned. She had eaten some chocolate that was lying around George’s flat a few days ago. If she was turning into a monster or something George Weasley had better have the cure or she would be eating him first.
“What kind of changes?” She eyebrows were so tightly knitted together , she looked like she had a uni-brow.
“When was your last period Miss Johnson?” Angelina’s brows relaxed. That was a very good question. She had missed her period two months in a row before the battle at Hogwarts and her and Fred determined that it was probably due to events of the war and besides, she had missed periods before when she had exams so there was nothing wrong with their theory.
Losing Fred had been double the stress of the war so five months no period was definitely not a big deal, or so she hoped. Angelina shook her head.
“I don’t know…I can’t remember…” she said quietly.
“Well you are pregnant. Five months along, congratulations.” Angelina did not move. She barely even breathed as what the healer said sunk in. Her and George had been together only a month, there was no way that the baby was his. The healer placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“Sign here to be discharged and if you could be so kind to sign here for my daughter. She loves you.” Angelina signed both pieces of parchment and was left with her thoughts. She touched her stomach, there was a definitely bulged that she attributed to her suddenly eating a lot which she attributed to increased training. She definitely needed to stop diagnosing herself. Tears filled her eyes. A piece of Fred was living inside of her. He wasn’t gone completely, not really, not now.”