Fred Weasley one shots

'First Burn'

First burn

Tw: fire? (kids don't play with fire), mention of nudity, violence and rage

I don't know if this is called a canon or a sequel but like a part (after) I guess.

This episode is inspired by Hamilton (yes if you wanna fangirl about it here... you can bec I am also a fangirl and i am not ashamed) also lets just pretend it's somewhat a musical.

You sat down in front of the fireplace as you read his first letter while the heat of the fire danced unevenly on you. 

My dearest Y/N

My pretty princess, I can't believe this but I actually read a book for the first time and learn how to express my words on paper. So here goes nothing. Don't laugh at me when you see me please.

The way your aroma roams the halls of Hogwarts brews the feeling of misery in me when my eyes don't fall upon your beautiful figure. Hogwarts is a home where most wizards around the world find their love and hopes and dreams and chances for a new world. Well I can say without a doubt that I have found all three in you. My soul burns with passion with every touch you have granted upon me. My eyes never get bored of glancing and viewing upon your deep coloured eyes. The way the day passes in seconds to minutes and I have you as my company is a blessing from the stars I never knew I deserved. I shall cherish the sweet moments spent with your loving company as the days passes, as the idea of growing old with you has kept me going in days of pain and boredom.

I hope this swooned your heart princess, I really tried. But over all you have no idea how much I love you how many unforgivable curses I would take for you.

Your handsome prince

Fred Weasley 

Ps please don't show this to George.

Then you glanced at a letter that made you found one night in between his documents while cleaning up his study.

Dear Freddie

That night was definitely what I needed. I loved it.

Your children and wife made you rusty but with me you can get back to being fun, no responsibilities, no need to go home sober, no need to worry about bills at the end of the month. We both are young, your children and that wife of yours are just holding you back, I miss you making me moan and I miss hearing you wanting more of me. I miss your touch and whatever your packing left in there.

Hope we can repeat last night again.
Xoxo
Vivian

Your eyes red from the tears you've been crying ever since the fight between custody over the children.

Fred walked into the master bedroom where you stood in front of the fireplace with the box of letters he has given you ever. You were reading the first few letters and the ones you loved the most, He walked up to you stopped by your broken voice to a song, 

'I saved every letter you wrote me
From the moment I saw you
I knew you were mine
You said you were mine
I thought you were mine' you stare at the flickering flames of the fireplace with a box in your hand.

'Do you know what Angelina said
When I told her what you'd done?
She said
"You have married an Icarus
He has flown too close to the sun"' you teared as a drop streamed down your face.

'Don't' you turn to him and hold your hand up to him.

'Take another step in my direction
I can't be trusted around you
Don't think you can "talk" your way
Into my arms, into my arms' quoting talk with your fingers while swaying closer to him with a pissed grin, rolling your eyes.

'I'm burning the letters you wrote me
You can stand over there if you want
I don't know who you are
I have so much to learn' you skim through the letter as you read words like 'I will never leave you' 'You mean the world to me' ' Stars cant shines brighter than you'.

'I'm re-reading your letters' you glanced at him then back at the fireplace throwing all the letters he had given you.

'And watching them burn (burn)
I'm watching them burn (burn)' you watch the letters turn brown and burn.

'You published the letters she wrote to you' you took the daily prophet, revealing the picture that was leaked by Vivian of him in bed with her.

'You told the whole world
How you brought this girl into our bed' you throw the sheets of what used to be both of your bed.

'In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives' you throw the letter she sent that you were holding earlier at his face.

'Heaven forbid someone whisper
"He's part of some scheme"
Your enemy whispers
So you have to scream' you show him more pamphlets and prophet reports where Fred made statements about other companies.

'I know about whispers' you glance on your chin above your shoulder.

'I see how you look at my sister' you darted a stricter look with the same face as he looked back in guilt.

'Don't' you pointed his wand up to him, to stop him from trying to embrace you.

'I'm not naive
I have seen women around you' you sang with a fake smile as your eyes imitate the flirtatious ones you see other women wear when Fred's charms them as they flirt back, swaying your wand by your wrist side to side.

'Don't think I don't see how they fall for your charms
All your charms' you sang in a screaming tone clenching your hair avoiding him.

'I'm erasing myself from the narrative' you rise up walking back to the box you placed above the fireplace.

'Let future wizards wonder how Y/n reacted
When you broke her heart
You have thrown it all away
Stand back, watch it burn' you sang as you throw the entire box of letters into the fireplace causing the entire fireplace to roar in flames.

'Just watch it all burn.' you belted as you smiled at the burning letters.

'And when the time comes' you turn to him.

'Explain to the children' you blasted multiple pictures of both of you that crowded the shelves in your room.

'The pain and embarrassment' you sang while clenching your wand.

'You put their mother through' you pointed the wand to yourself.

'When will you learn
That they are your legacy?!' you pointed towards the door where outside were your children were.

'We are your legacy' you scream to your family picture that was smashed on to the ground as you felt his hand

'If you thought you were mine.' you belt out as you clench your chest and part of your shirt clawing it causing marks and scratches to form. Closing your eyes tightly trying to remember the good man he was, you met in your years at Hogwarts.

You face back to the fire still maintaining the belt and you feel his hand on your shoulder.

'Don't!' you slapped him with the back of your hand standing tall and sternly across him, your eyes were lust and polluted with anger.