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Author's Note: I apologize for how long it's taken for an update, things have just not been the nicest, I think things will be better and then something else happens. Anyway, I want to thank everyone who has read and/or reviewed this story. I'm glad of those who enjoyed it, and also those who read all three. I hope you enjoy the last chapter. Thank you so much alicecullenisrealinmyworld, Dimcairien, PhinalPhantasy, and Shockin'BlueEyes.

In The End

Angelina finished cleaning the dishes. She was quite glad that the day was over with. She was exhausted. She looked at the time; he wasn't back yet. Shaking her head she realized that he probably was still cleaning up, or he had gotten caught up in a new idea. Either way she wasn't too worried, he would make it home. George wasn't always late; he and Angelina took turns with dinner.

Still she wondered what was taking him so long.

Shrugging to herself she checked to see how dinner was. Everything seemed fine so she moved everything out to the table. After putting a spell on it to make sure it didn't get cold she went to the living room and sat down.

All was quiet in the apartment which was nice. Sometimes the quiet was a really good thing to sit in. Angelina enjoyed being able to relax at the end of the day.

Before she had the chance to pick up a book the front door opened and a smile naturally fell on her lips as she realized it was George.

He walked into full view of her and smiled. Standing up she the two shared a kiss.

"How was your day?"

Angelina nodded, "It was good."

Her voice was soft and George was following suit, "Sorry I'm a bit late. I hadn't intended to do that."

"It's not a big deal. I figured you were working on something?"

"Yeah, I'm almost done."

"Good. Then you can get it out there on the shelves."

He nodded, "Soon enough."

"Dinner is ready, since you decided to skip making it tonight." She stood up and turned towards the kitchen.

"I did dinner last night remember?"

"Was that dinner?"

Angelina looked over her shoulder to catch a simple grin cross the man's face before he shrugged, "Your idea."

"I didn't particular want bugs in my soup." Though they weren't real bugs it was still a little gross to find them there. As soon as she saw them she had realized what it was, a joke. George had only recently started playing jokes on people. It was small stuff, and only with certain people. But the life was back in there, though he was still aching from the loss of Fred.

They had come a long way since Fred had been killed. She could still tell how much George still hurt from the loss of his other half, but he also had other things, people to help, though it still wasn't the same.

Angelina was sure she could pinpoint the moment life sprang back into him the way it had.

"I'm going to put this down and…" He smiled, "I'll just be a minute."

Angelina nodded as George moved off and away from the kitchen.

Fred's death still hurt her and she had found herself at his grave a few times, even after she and George were married. Her thoughts began to drift once more, she had been married two times in her life, and they were brothers. She knew that some people thought that she was using George as a substitute-a few even saying it to her, but she wasn't. She would never dream of doing that to him. She had been friends with George in Hogwarts too. Neither George nor she cared about what people said. He knew that it wasn't true with her and she didn't let it bother her.

She knew that Fred would be happy that the two of them were happy. Though she had a feeling that she and Fred would have lasted long and had a happy family had he lived. It wasn't that she wasn't happy with George, she was completely happy. She was in love with him. And she knew that he loved her too.

Angelina was quite content in their life that they shared. George still had the joke shop and still created things. Certain times his creativity would stop, but those times were when the loss of Fred was getting to him the most.

Her parents loved George. They had met him a few times before and still cared about him now. As for the Weasley's there didn't seem to be any big deal in regards with the two of them marrying. None of them seemed to think that she was using George and for that she was grateful for.

Lee, Alicia, Katie, all of them were happy.

"You're in a very deep thought."

She shrugged, "Just thinking."

George sat down next to her, "About?"

"Us."

He nodded, "You okay?"

"I'm good. I really am."

"Good. Me too."

They shared another kiss and then sat down at the table where Angelina had put the dinner.

The two began to eat dinner, talking about each other's days and other various things they were thinking about. They continued talking a bit longer after dinner was finished.

After cleaning up after dinner they settled on the couch, George was preoccupied with another invention and Angelina had picked up a book to read. She was having a hard time keeping focused on the book as her thoughts kept drifting.

She hadn't really expected her life would turn out like this, but she had found peace, love and happiness. She hadn't been aware that she would be able to find it with George of all people; he had always been her friend at Hogwarts. In truth she figured she would settle with Fred and have a family with him. With everything that had gone on between them it just seemed to make sense.

Fred and her had been married, and sure enough she had been pregnant. They could have had a family together and she knew that they would be happy.

Life wasn't always what was expected. Things happened differently than you imagine them too. Angelina had fallen in love with George, she wasn't sure if that would have happened had Fred stayed alive…she didn't think it would have, but she didn't really think about that possibility. With the way they had connected through Fred's departure she sometimes wondered if that was the difference between what could have been and what was.

Absently mindedly she turned a page in her book. She was not sorry for falling in love with George, he was the most amazing person, but that didn't mean she was happy that Fred had died. She had George had talked about this whole aspect because he pondered the idea too, she didn't think it was as much as she did, but at least they both understood the other one in that aspect.

George and she were happy. They were a family and they were in love. It was amazing what you can build after a war, but with help you can. A small cry brought her out of her thoughts.

She looked over at George and stood up, as soon as she was on her feet he stood up as well, "How about both?"
Nodding the two went into the small bedroom that was next to their room. Nestled in his blankets was the most precious thing they had laid eyes on. Fred was looking up at them expectantly as they leaned over the cradle. "I think he needs to be picked up."

George began reaching for Fred before Angelina touched his arm, "He might just need his bottle back."

"It's alright, I've got him."

Angelina watched as her husband picked their tiny baby up cradling in his arms. He picked up the bottle and then sat down on the rocking chair by the bed, "It's alright Ange, he just needs me."

Smiling Angelina nodded and kissed Fred softly on the forehead and then gave George a quick kiss, "I'll be in our room."

He only nodded and Angelina left the room. Before she got too far she turned around and looked at George holding Fred. It was the only name to give the child when they discovered it was a boy, they didn't even have to talk about it. There was a Fred with George again, and though it was not his twin, it was his son and he loved him too. She and George had to fight their way their sorrow, learn to listen to their hearts and understand them, but in the end they finally were able to have their desire's found.