Scars 🗝 Fred Weasley

11. Fragments

A/N: Hello! just wanted to give a quick disclamer that this chapter does mention suicide for those who may be uncomfortable. hope you enjoy! 🥰

The feeling was indescribable.

She was numb but was in so so much pain.

She was viciously shaking and whatever was keeping up her composure gave way as she started to whimper through growing cries.

She could hear muffled voices but her ears where ringing too much decipher anything they were saying.

But it didn't matter. She had done it again. It was her fault again. Why was she destroying everyone who was closest to her?

She finished reading the letter from the ministry, then looked at it again in selfish denial.

Dear Constance Swallow,

We are writing to inform you about a tragic and serious situation that has occurred. A few hours ago, a girl of the age eighteen was murdered in the muggle town you lived in.

We are doing some research and are sorry to say that your dear friend Isla Hargrove was the girl who was murdered.

You probably wondering why us the Ministry of magic are writing too you and it is because we believe the person who murdered your muggle friend was a former death eater, or follower of he who must not be named that we have not been able to imprison yet.

We also believe that he/she was after you.

It could be related to the events that occurred earlier this year.

We are of knowledge on your location, and that you have been watching the quidditch world cup under the Weasleys supervision and that you will be staying there for Christmas, unfortunately you will have to cut your trip short and return to the Weasleys home where it will be safer for you and the Weasleys who could potentially get caught up in this.

A letter like this has been sent to Arthur and Molly Weasley, your legal guardians (your aunt and uncle) in the muggle world and Isla Hargrove's parents.

We are immensely sorry for your lose and will be hunting down the potential killer.

Stay safe.

Kind regards

~Ministry of magic

Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.

She had read it correctly the first time, hot tears started spilling out.

Isla Hargrove had been her best friend since the age of six and was the only friend who truly meant the world to her.

And now she was dead.

At eighteen years old.

She had a life Infront of her was about to go too university and study music.

But it was taken away from her.

Because of Constance.

It was her fault; another person had died because of her.

She felt like she was going to be sick. It felt like her ribs had been snapped and twisted the wrong way around and her whole body was inside out.

The pain was indescribable.

She set down the letter with shaky hand and picked up the one from her family. It was about the same thing informing her of her death, informing her in a façade that it wasn't all her fault.