Life after destruction- Fred Weasley

Grief

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Y/N'S POV:

Fred sets the book down and pulls me onto his lap, "Are you sure you're ready?" His voice low, and gentle. I nod my head, "Yeah Freddie, I'm ready." Fred looks at me, moves hair out of my face, and smiles. We both get up and head to the door, "Fred," I stop at the door, not letting him through.

"Yeah?"

"It's going to come up and I want them to know because you're my boyfriend but I don't know if you want them to know but I love you and I want them to know," I continue my nerves ramble, not even realizing I said the "L" word until I see the look on his face, "Wha- what?"

Fred smiles slowly and holds my face in his hands, "If you want, you can tell them." He reassures me. I notice he didn't say anything about it; maybe he thought I said it by accident. I hope to Merlin he didn't. I nod my head again and we head downstairs.

We get downstairs and it's like they were waiting for me. Mum, Dad, Molly, George, and Ron all stand up from the sofa as soon as they realize I'm downstairs. Ron runs to me almost automatically and hugs me so hard I almost tip over. No one says anything, no one needs to say anything, we all know. Ron takes my hand and walks with me towards the sofa, we sit in front of my parents. I start bouncing my leg and fidgeting with my hands not knowing what to say. Soon enough, I feel someone behind me getting close to my ear, "I love you too." Fred whispers to me and sits on the arm of the sofa next to me. 

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "How is this even possible? I mean, you- you guys were dead. I went to your funeral. It's been almost a year, we lost our house, we got your money from your safe. Who are you guys?" I let out in one breath. Fred puts his hand on mine and Ron puts his hand on my shoulder to calm me down. My dad began opening his mouth to speak until I notice something.

"Where's Oliver?" I look around, Fred's grip on my hand got tighter, he knows. "He's with Angelina." George mumbles. I laugh and shake my head. "That bastard just can't stay with his family."

Mum and Dad seem genuinely surprised by what I said and Mum decided to speak up. "Now, don't be calling your brother names like that. He needs someone right now, the same way you had Fred when you were locked away in your room." I try standing up but Ron pulled me back down.

"No! No, he does not get to do that. Okay? He didn't lose anyone, my best friend died, trying to protect me and the last thing I did was blame him for something he didn't do. Oliver got back his parents. Oliver has no reason to need someone right now, why isn't he here? Why isn't he here with you guys? As matter a of fact, why isn't she here?! If she's such a good girlfriend, why isn't she here?! Why isn't she telling him that he should be here? My boyfriend is here. Fred could've been locked up in my room while I was down here talking to you guys but no, he's here. Why aren't they here?" The last sentence came out a sob, not out of sadness but out of frustration, Fred tried pulling me into his arms but I gently push him away and look at my parents for an answer. 

Dad let out a deep sigh, "I get that you're upset but he'll show up-"

"No, he won't! Before he knew anything about you guys, I hadn't heard from him in months." I'm yelling at this point. I take deep breaths and calm myself down, "How are you guys still alive." I ask again. Mum and Dad look at each other, Dad nods, confirming Mum's thoughts.