Scars 🗝 Fred Weasley

29. Nargles

Dear me,                                                         January 24th 1999

How can some people be so inhumane?

Just because the memory didn't come from her head doesn't mean it isn't hers, it was personal and something she did not wish to share and they took that memory which was just meant to be for her and showed it too a room full of people, reporters.

She's definitely confused possibly numb I don't think she has entirely wrapped her head around what actually happened.

She just keeps blaming it on herself. I hope she realises it's not her fault.

Is she with yo-

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She opened her eyes and stared, the last few ours where just a blur, crying, shaking, some more crying, falling, throwing up, even more crying-

She looked slightly to the side and Fred was writing something above her, she felt tired and her eyelids hanged low, she tried to lift her head from his lap but hissed at the pain in her head Fred noticed that she was awake and put the paper and quill down.

He moved her hair aside and brushed her cheek with his thumb.

"Hermione's downstairs you two got next week off school" he said softly.

"Why didn't they warn me?" she asked, she was half asleep and wasn't really thinking.

"I don't know" he said as he continued to stroke her cheek.

"I never got to thank her" she whispered nibbling her lip.

"who?"

"Tonks"

He gave her a sad smile.

"She saved me" she mumbled.

"She saved many people, but her time was cut short" his voice turned hollower and more serious.

She nibbled the edge of her lip again trying to clear her mind and shove everything back into place.

"Stop that" Fred chuckled.

She gave him a confused frown.

"Your lip" he clarified.

She looked to the celling slightly embarrassed as her teeth left her lip.

He laughed, "I'm sorry it just makes me look at your lip and then I can't take my eyes of your lips"

She tried to give him a small smile.

He stroked her cheek again and her skin prickled, she had managed to stop crying and didn't want to start again so she attempted to get up.

Her eyes where felt raw and she felt like lead as she sat up.

"Mum's offered for you and Hermione to stay at the burrow for the week" Fred said turning back to her, that sounded nice she didn't think she'd be able to put up with people at Hogwarts whispering, the rumours would spread like a wild fire.

She nodded her head, "if it's fine with Hermione."

"I'm sure it will be" he nodded.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he added with a hesitant expression.

She subconsciously nibbled her lip again, "not yet" she shook her head.

Then her eyes widened in realisation, how could she forget to ask about them.