I Know The End {Fred Weasley, ACT I}

Chapter 28- A Very Wolfstar Halloween

Eleanor stood over Cedric's body, his absent green eyes staring back at her. She was trying to pull Harry off him, but the effort was proving itself useless. Harry was too heavy to lift, as though his bones were made of solid stone. She heaved and heaved, but he stayed in place, screaming at the top of his lungs.

She looked to the rest of the school, hoping for help, but no one stepped forward. They all stared at her with the same far-removed look Cedric had. Even Mrs. Weasley and Bill stood back, watching her struggle. She shouted at them for help, but her words were drowned out by Harry's screams. Her gaze shifted to Dumbledore, who was observing her with amusement.

"Help me!" she screamed.

Dumbledore simply shook his head, looking back to Harry before replying. "You said you could take care of him yourself."

"Please," she cried. She began searching the crowd again, looking for George and Fred. They had to be somewhere; they'd been sitting next to her throughout the task. Where were they?

Harry's screaming stopped abruptly. She looked down to see him covering Cedric's face, shaking in fear. She reached out for his shoulder. He was still too heavy to move.

"I'm so sorry Eleanor, I'm sorry," he cried, crawling away from Cedric at last.

But the body laying before her no longer belonged to Cedric. Fred Weasley lay in the middle of the Quidditch field, blank eyes staring back up at her. His head was bloody, as though it'd been cracked open. She screamed, falling to the hard earth next to him. Flames swirled out from her in every direction, pulling Harry, Molly, Bill, and Dumbledore down with them.

"Eleanor!" Angelina's voice startled her awake.

Angelina stared at her from across the room, her face frozen in fear. It took a second before Eleanor understood why. Her entire bedframe was ablaze, spreading to her mattress as she sat up.

"What is it?" Alicia asked from the bathroom, reappearing in their dormitory. She let out a shriek before running to her bedside table to grab her wand. With a swish, the fire was extinguished.

"What the hell was that?" Alicia looked between Angelina and Eleanor.

"Bad dream," Eleanor grumbled before laying back down on her now burnt bed. Her dreams were betraying her again, pulling inspiration from the memories she'd locked away in the deepest corners of her mind.

Alicia and Angelina shared a fleeting glance before turning their attention back to Eleanor. She pretended not to notice.

"What were you doing up so early this morning, Ang?" Alicia's attempt at changing the subject.

"Oh, nothing much," Angelina smiled, plopping herself down on the edge of her own bed. "Got breakfast, went to the pitch for some Quidditch training, took out my target for Assassins. You know, your run of the mill, average morning."

Alicia frowned. She was tired of hearing about Assassins, having been removed from the game the longest. Eleanor on the other hand was grateful to have something interesting to discuss to help distract her from the lingering images of her nightmare.

"Who'd you have?" Eleanor asked, still lying on her back.

"Ronald Atkinson," Angelina said proudly.

It took Eleanor a minute to place the name. A Hufflepuff? No, he was a Ravenclaw, all his friends were just Hufflepuffs. She often confused him with Roman Bones, who was actually a Hufflepuff. Well, maybe. Her memory was truly shit.

"Ravenclaw?"

"Yep."

"How'd you do it?"

"Flew up on my broom to Ravenclaw Tower and just sat outside their common room window until he showed. Then I blasted him straight through the glass."