I walked into the ruins of Hogwarts and looked around at everyone that filled the room. The war wasn't over, it was just being everyone knew that. I walked down the isal of people on the great hall floor, my eyes landed on a ground of gingers leaning over someone. That someone was my boyfriend. I ran forward making my way through the crowd of crying Weasleys' and stood over him. My knees buckled underneath me and I dropped to the floor.

"No! No! No! No!" I cried. My head was buried into his chest as tears streamed down my face. "No." I whimpered. I felt a pair of arms wrapped around me and looked up to see George. I wrapped my arms back around him as we held each other sobs escaped our lips.

"He was my best friend." George cried. "That stupid bitch." He added on in a mumble. In the fifteen years that I knew Fred and George, not once did I ever hear George swear once. My charming prince didn't have such a charming mouth sometimes.

"I know." I whispered.

"Amelia wake up!" George whispered loudly. I shot up my breathing uneven and my hair sticking to my face, I was drentched in sweat. I looked up at George and for a second I didn't see him. For a second I saw the man I love, his red hair sticking in every direction, his beautiful brown eyes staring into my baby blue eyes. But then I saw he was missing an ear and had big bags under his eyes, his hair was flat and he wasn't my boyfriend.

"George..." I whispered the dark room surrounding us. He nodded. "I thought you were.... I thought you were-" I could find the right words, I kept stuttering.

"I know. I'm sorry." He whispered. "Being this good looking can sometimes be a curse." George joked. I felt my ears perk up as a smile spread across my face. George was joking with me. He actually made a joke, its been two weeks since I heard him joke.

"You know Georgie, I don't know how much more of this I can take. Fred's gone, he's not coming back and I know that but I don't want to except it. I can't stay here not without him." I said, a few tears fell down my face and George wiped them away before hugging me.

"Amelia you're like my sister. Fred loved you with everything had, his heart beat for you until his very last breath. Now, you need to look deep down and find the girl that you were a year ago because now you have Blue and this little one on the way." George spoke into my hair. I felt him rub my stomach, my four month baby bump. I sniffled and looked up to him.

"Will you help me George?" I asked him, he nodded.

"Of course I will Amelia, I am the godfather after all." He spoke so foundly that I couldn't help but smile. George was proud to be the godfather of his neice and his unborn neice or nephew, he was proud just like I knew Fred was.

"We should go back to sleep." I mumbled, George nodded and got up shuffling over to his bed and falling down lazily. I wrapped myself up in mine and Fred's comforter and snuggled into his pillow. "Goodnight George."

"Goodnight... Amelia." I heard George mumble before I slowly fell into a dark abyss of sleep.

I walked around a white room confused. Where was I? "Hello love." I heard a fimilar voice say from behind me I turned around and gasped.

"Fred." I cried running up to him, I threw my arms around his neck he latched his arms around my waist as he spun me around. "Am I dead?" I asked him, he set me back on my feet and shook his head.

"Of course not love." He said resting one of his hands on my cheek. "This is the only place where we can meet. Its in between the real world and... Heaven." He said. I sighed and nodded leaning into his touch.

"I have a lot to tell you." I told him. He nodded.

"So do I." He replied. Since there appeared to be no furniture we sat on the ground beside each other. I resting my head against his shoulder and he played with my fingers. "How is Blue doing?" He asked me.

"She's really good, your mum says that she should be talking soon, its all babbling right now." I said, a small proud grin fell apon Fred's face much like George's. "She already has hair growing. Ginger hair of course." I said.

"Wouldn't have it any other way." Fred said placing his lips on my temple. I smiled lightly, I missed him, I missed this, I missed us.

"She's got my eyes, and my freakles, but she's got your smile, she's got my nose, she's the perfect combination of us." I told him. I watched as a smile broke out onto his face, I knew he was thinking of her.

"My little girl." He said a tear slipping from his eye and onto the white ground that was underneath us. "I'm so sorry Amelia. You told me not to joke around but I couldn't help myself, its just who I am. But now, I can't hold you at night, and I can't watch my little girl grow up. I'm so sorry." He cried hidding his face in the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, running my fingers through his wild ginger hair. It always use to calm him down so I thought I'd try it. He sighed deeply and wrapped his arms tighter around me.

"Fred, babe, I've gotta tell you something." I whispered in his ear. He looked up at me and nodded. I took his hand in mine and held it so his palm faced up. "Our baby is this big right now." I told him, he looked up at me shocked.

"You're pregnant?" He asked.