I Know The End {Fred Weasley, ACT I}

Chapter 15- I'll See You Again

WARNING- Chapter deals with suicidal thoughts

"Lily, take the kids and go! It's him! I'll hold him off!"

"Where's Ella? James, she isn't upstairs! ELLA!"

"Ella? ELLA!"

Their voices were louder than usual. Early evening light filtered through the classroom windows, bathing the rows of students in golden light. The glint of the lake could be seen out of the arched window to her right. It was a beautiful day, just as it had been the whole week.

"ELLA!"

The lake would feel cool on her skin. If she went out during dinner, she would be left all alone. Maybe, if she swam out far enough, she wouldn't have enough energy to swim back to shore. Maybe she would become tangled in the undergrowth and slip below the water's surface. Maybe something lurking in the Black Lake would grab ahold of her ankle and pull her into the depths of the murky water. Her lungs would fill with fluid as her head exploded in pain from the lack of oxygen. She would never leave Hogwarts. Her bones would forever lie in the muddy seabed long after the fish picked away at her flesh.

It would be reported as an unfortunate accident or, better yet, they would never know what happened to her. She'd simply have vanished from thin air. They'd comb though the forbidden forest long before checking the lake. She wouldn't have to die for these people who were shunning her brother. She wouldn't have to die for people who would never die for her.

"Ella this isn't a game! ELLA!"

She wouldn't have to hear her parent's last words anymore. She wouldn't have to watch their bodies fall limp to the floor every time she closed her eyes.

"Ella, oh thank Merlin. Go upstairs; go join mommy and Harry."

She would die eventually anyway. She didn't see an ending to this where both Potter children lived, and she sure as hell wasn't about to let Harry die. What was the point in waiting around to give Voldemort the satisfaction of finishing her off?

She knew the answer to that. She'd do it for them. For Harry. For the Weasleys. For Lee. For all those Muggles who had no idea what was coming. For Alicia and Angelina. For Alfie and Iris. For James and Lily Potter.

"But what about you, daddy?"

The silence of the classroom was amplifying her parent's voices. Umbridge's Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons were the perfect time to reflect on why she even bothered fighting. They were supposed to be reading their textbook, but no one was. Some sat half-asleep, looking glassy-eyed while the rest passed notes between themselves. She was sure some of those notes were discussing her and Harry.

She may have been naïve, but she had assumed the student body would believe that Voldemort was back. They had seen Harry return with Cedric's body; they had been of the first to be informed of Voldemort's return. They must feel some sort of loyalty to Harry after attending school with him for so long.

But as usual, they were nasty, just as they had been when Harry was chosen as champion last year. For Merlin's sake, even Ron had been a prat over that. The student body was obsessed with the idea that Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, was a fame obsessed, privileged, little boy who got away with everything.

It was as though they always forgot that he was the Boy Who Lived because of those who didn't. He lived, but Lily and James Potter died. How anyone could think he wanted to be famous for losing his parents in one swift stroke, she had no idea. Their overall lack of empathy and common sense was mind boggling.

Eleanor would love to be privileged enough to not believe Voldemort was back but unfortunately, she had a functioning brain cell that forced her to face the truth rather than cower behind tempting lies. The Potters had the most to fear if Voldemort was truly back. He didn't like to leave survivors. They were mistakes in needed of correction. The Potter line was doomed to be wiped clean off the face of the Earth.