When Darkness Falls

Chapter Two

Fred grinned devilishly at me, as I'd seen him do many times before he inflicted some joke or another on someone. He plopped in a chair closest to the door. "How are you doing, Angel?"

I wanted to slap him. No, I wanted to choke him. Better yet, stab his cold heart out. He turned his back on his family without a second glance and joined the dark side. And then he waltzes into my living room acting as if nothing had changed.

"What do you want?"

He looked at me, his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "You have something I need, Angel. Something I want."

I swallowed. I couldn't believe it. He really was going to kill his own wife. I bit my lip in anger. "And what's that, Fred? Honesty? Goodness?"

He stalked over to me, as if I were prey he'd been after for days. He stood in front of me and smiled, his brown eyes bright. He kneeled in front of me and buried his face in my stomach. "God, I've missed you, Angel."

I instinctively wrapped my arms around him. I missed him, too. I felt tears spring to my eyes. With all that he's done, betrayed everyone he loved and what he was about to do. I still loved Fred Weasley with all my heart. "You might as well kill me now, Fred. I can't deal with this anymore."

He stood up so quick I almost fell over. He pulled me into his arms and took my mouth with his.

It was a soul searing kiss and I wanted nothing more than to die drowning like this. His mouth moved over mine smoothly and passionately. Every inch of my body was tingling and I was shaking so bad I didn't think I could ever stop.

He pulled away and pressed my forehead to his. "Angel, don't cry."

I hardly noticed the wetness streaking down my cheeks. I sniffled and buried my face in his chest.

"Fred, just don't hurt Sammie."

I heard him hiss out a breath. "I'm not here to kill you, Angel. I'm here to get you out of here."

My heart stopped beating. "What?" I moved my head and looked up at him in confusion.

Fred smiled softly. "Long story short, I'm a spy for the Ministry. George, Alicia, Percy, and Bill, aren't really dead. It was a set-up. They're in a safe house in the States. There had to be a reason I'd join them."

I stepped away from him. "You lied to me? Your own wife? I've been mourning for you for a year and you were never really a Death Eater?" my anger was starting to kick in and Fred could tell. He was slowly backing away. He'd seen it plenty in all the years we were together.

"There was a perfectly good reason, Angel-"

"And you couldn't tell me?" I hissed out. So I did the only to do in situations like this. I punched him. In the nose.

"Owww!" Fred held his head up, pinching his nose. I guess I should mention it's not the first time I've broken it. "Damn it, Angelina! That hurt!"

I crossed my arms over my chest. "It's supposed to, you big baby. Now you can feel at least a fraction of what I do right now."

"I couldn't tell you. If you knew, you and Sammie would be dead by now. It was the only way. Having you mad was better than you worrying," he explained, holding his nose carefully.

"I was still worried about you, you bloody prat. I was worried about you every damn day."

Fred sniffed and removed his hands from his face. "I had to keep the attention off you and Sammie."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why?" I asked suspiciously.

"Because Sammie has a book Voldemort wants."

I frowned at him. "Book? What book?"

He stiffened slightly. "The Book of Navrone. The book itself is pure evil and if it's opened the world as we know it will end."

I didn't believe him. "No one book can do all that."

Fred smiled sadly at me. What happened to his innocence and fun? "It can, Angel. And it will if Voldemort gets to it before we destroy it."

He walked over to me and cupped my cheek. "I won't let anything happen to you or Sammie. I'd die before I'd let that happen." He kissed me softly on the lips, before his heads shot up sharply.

"What is it, Fred?"

"Angelina, go get Sammie," he told me shortly.

I didn't question him, but went up stairs to get our daughter. She was sleeping soundly when I scooped her up.

"Mummy?" she questioned sleepily, rubbing her eyes.

"It's all right, baby. We just have to go on a little trip," I told her softly. I ran back downstairs and when I stepped into the living room, I noticed Fred wasn't alone.

"Weasley, I suggest you leave now," Draco Malfoy said urgently. He looked the same as always, unhappy and well dressed. "They'll be here any minute."

Fred looked at me and smiled. "That's just what we're about to do. Are you coming then, Malfoy?"

Malfoy shook his head fiercely. "I'll hold them off. You go on."

Malfoy was a spy? What was the world coming to?

Fred ushered me to the fireplace. "You do that and you're as good as dead. And I can't let that happen. Gin'll kill me."

Malfoy turned a little pink at the mention of Ginny's name. "She wouldn't even notice."

Fred shrugged. "Either way, you're coming with us."

Sammie clung to me tightly, looking at her father like a stranger. I can't say I blamed her. He handed me a bowl of floo powder. I heard shuffling outside the house and saw both Fred and Malfoy look towards the door in worry.

Fred turned towards me. "You're going to the Haven. We'll follow in a bit." He kissed me fiercely on the lips. "I love you, Angel."

Tears blurred my vision. "I love you too, Fred. Please be careful."

The last thing I saw as Sammie and I disappeared was the door to the study bursting open.