Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐱 / 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓

{ Song: The Night We Met by Lord Huron }

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The two men that had arrested me and Theo walk us through the hall that is realistically everything but small, its ceiling rising so high that it should be impossible to feel claustrophobic. Despite the spacious setting, the walls are slowly closing in and I could swear that the eyes that watch us curiously as people walk past us are stabbing my soul with fear as I realise that this is as bad as it looks and that it is even worse than I can begin to comprehend.

My ears are ringing with a high pitched noise that makes all the voices around us sound dull and distant. We soon enter a room where the two men let go of us before another group of people, who I assume to be Aurors, take over the task of moving us to Azkaban. The four of them don't seem to be the least bit frightened and unlike Fudge, they look at us as if we would be no more difficult to destroy than bugs on a windshield. They're probably right.

The woman who holds my arms behind my back, as if there was anything I could do to escape even if they were free, has a pale expression and hair that is whiter than silver, similar to the Malfoy's. Behind her walks a man with a face that is sharp in its every feature and the gaze to match, another broad man with eyes so black that the depth in them seems never-ending and a tall woman with a large scar running down the middle of her face as if it had once been split in two. They move us through the ministry quickly and efficiently, and their slightly more intimidating impression makes both Theo and I act a lot more compliant than before.

Every single thing about this situation is worse than I could have ever imagined. I slowly begin to realise that I have never been more wrong than when I assumed that this world to be a dream come true and that all of my problems would have disappeared as soon as I shifted. Never before have I felt more stupid than when it now becomes clear that the dark parts of the story haven't changed just because I came into it and tried to fix them.

I could easily rid myself of the burden which keeping all these secrets is putting on my already weary shoulders, but with every adjustment I make to the storyline, it changes a little if not a lot. The advantage that had helped me save Arthur is going to be lost entirely if the story takes too many turns. If I know about the things that are going to happen, I have a chance to stop the damage before it is done, if only I can figure out how to do it in a way that will actually help instead of making it all worse.

Maybe I'm stupid for thinking that I can change any of it, and the world seems to be drained of all light and hope when it hits me that from the looks of it, everything is going to get even worse than this. That I have no choice but to figure this out, that I have to change all the things that are going to ruin lives and take them just as easily. That it's my responsibility and mine alone to keep everyone safe. That even if I get out of here and manage to fix all of the mistakes I have made so far, the things that might break everything that is beautiful between me and Fred, it won't make a difference if I don't figure this out.

If the story continues to happen the way it was written, I'm going to lose him either way. I'm going to lose everything.

The sound of waves crashing against the rocks at the bottom of the massive tower when we have arrived in Azkaban don't sing the kind of soothing song that reminds you of a calm vacation and sunny skies. With every loud echo that dances through the dark and gloomy air, the fear and urge to escape in any possible way grows stronger.

"We didn't do anything" I say desperately and look around at the Aurors who all refuse to meet my eyes, "We shouldn't be here, we shouldn't-"

My voice breaks from the terror that is burying its claws deeper into my soul the further down the corridors we walk, and I glance over at Theo whose eyes are fixed on the ground in front of him. The dementors that are circling around the tower, the same ones that have turned over to Voldemort's side and that have caused the death eaters to escape, make everything seem deprived of joy even from a distance.