【 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐔 】
𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 ♡ 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ♡ 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲
Everyone has a soulmate.
The String of Fate works much like a radar. People say you have to be within a few feet of your soulmate for the red rin...
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You and George stand in the midst of the Great Hall, fingers intertwined, surrounded by the cold dead bodies on the floor and heartbreaking cries that resonated within the four walls. While you both watch over Fred's lifeless body, Molly kneels beside him, sobbing for the loss of a son. Fred's checkered clothing had been soaked with a scarlet liquid, and the color from his rosy freckled cheeks had drained as though struck by ice.
But no harm can come to them now. Hearts that used to beat with love in the room are still. There's just so much horror you can take in and comprehend before your mind collapses. And that's exactly what it did. You feel numb. Your tears had dried up, and your heart was struggling to keep up with the effort of pumping warmth through your frigid veins.
While George didn't hold back; his sobbing was the sound of a heart breaking. The two of you were entering a life you can't bear and so you break. You knew he wouldn't be the same again, there's just a part of him that had to die so that the rest of the world could carry on their duties to the other people they love. You never once let go of your gaze on Fred but in your peripheral vision, you could see George shake with grief, tears flowing unchecked. There was a part of you breaking too.
You swallow the lump in your throat as you let go of George and kneel just above Fred's head on the floor. His face upside down, you carefully place him on your lap. Aside from the greying of his complexion, he almost appears to be asleep. Peaceful. You brush off the strands of his hair out from his face to see the long lashes at the end of his eyelids.
Out of habit, you begin to rub his scarred brow, and through the painful hoarseness of your throat, you hum a soft familiar lullaby.
Just the way he used to like it.
"Mm. That feels nice," Fred coos, closing his eyes as his body relaxes under the common room couch.
It was after dark and the twins had just finished another one of their Quidditch practices when they spotted you reading by the fire. The two barely wanting to move another step, Fred sprawls himself all over the couch landing his head on your lap while George sits on one of the chairs. George falls asleep instantly before his butt even reaches the cushion.
"Really?" you ask curiously as you stroke his eyebrow.
"Mhm," Fred sighs in contentedly.
He used to hate it when other people tried to touch it. But during one of their earlier exhausting practices, and evidently stretching himself out on the couch whenever you were there, he had come to like the feel of your touch.
Barely even a minute, and you could already hear him snoring. With each breath, his entire body vibrates. As you adore the view of the two contented sleeping redheads, you secretly chuckle and begin to hum a song until their snores slowly disappear.
