Could it be Us?

Life After Death

A/n: I'll probably only make 15-30 more chapters. (anywhere between that haha) *ALSO* this chapter is about what Fred and Y/n think life after death will be like, and it is not religious, but this is a possible TW for religious trauma.

Y/n's POV

About a week later, Fred and I sat in the Common Room as we did Potions work.

I stared at the blank sheet of parchment, trying to remember something, anything, from the lesson today. Why even try? I don't really care anyways.

I racked my brain for a conversation topic, giving up on my homework.

   I could not think of a single topic of conversation that we had not yet talked about, considering we spend every single moment of free time together.

I finally landed on a decent-enough question, one that was deep but could not lead into an argument.

   "Do you believe in the afterlife?" I asked quizzically, gazing up at him.

He made a show of dramatically tearing his eyes away from his also blank piece of parchment before giving me a very well thought out answer.

"Well, yes, but not in the way you probably do. I believe that there is something after death, because what would the point be of life? I mean yeah, life has a purpose or whatever, but life is temporary, death is forever. No matter what you do in your limited amount of time alive, that will never make up for the eternity after death. So yeah, you will do something after death, and you will do something big. Something fulfilling. Something you could never accomplish on earth. Not necessarily heaven, because that's limited to just a non-sinful life style. You can make mistakes in the afterlife. But only ones that will lead you in the right direction."

I blinked after he was finished ranting. I had never thought about afterlife, but I did always think it existed. My parents raised me to believe what I want, and though my opinions mostly revolved around atheism, the speck of Christianity that I was clinging to vanished when I came to Hogwarts.

"Wow. Deep," I finally said, shifting my body so I was angled more towards him. He stroked my hair and looked deeply into my eyes.

"Now, Y/l/n, you will not worry about the afterlife because you will live at least 100 years. We will live together for years and years and years and send out great-great-great grandkids to Hogwarts."

   He stopped stroking my hair abruptly, registering the fact the he implied that we would have children, and have a future together. It warmed my heart to think that we thought we had a future; considering he was the one who wanted to take it slow.

Though it made me so deeply happy to hear those words come out of his mouth, I decided to mess with him. I looked at my hands and avoided eye-contact. It took everything in me to not bust out laughing.

He continued to stare at me, silently begging for a response, reassurance, anything.

"Y/n, It was metaphorical. We don't have to move that fast. Just please, please, look at me," he pleaded, fidgeting with his collar.

I turned my head slowly, not breaking eye-contact. When I couldn't hold it on anymore, I jumped on him and smothered him in kisses.

"Oh Fred!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around his neck and crushing my lips against his. I felt his mouth split into a grin as he pulled me closer to him and put his hands on my back.

Too soon, I pulled away, rubbing his hands.

"I'll have as many kids as you want, as long as you promise me this: Never stop believing. Belief is what will save us. Save us from You-Know-Who, and all
of the other endless problems in this world. It will help us not only survive; but live."

"Deal," he said, grabbing my hand to walk me up to dormitory.

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As I replayed the night in my head, I truly thought about his wise words. I never widened my beliefs past heaven, even though I didn't really know what I believed. I had Christian friends growing up, so I had a grasp on what religion was like. I knew the basics, but I never did find out what heaven was like.

   But what Fred said really made sense. There are countless sins and to have to live forever without committing a single one is a little overwhelming.

   The thought of it scared me, and I comforted myself with what Fred said about our future. Does that mean he loves me enough to want to have a family with me in the future? Does that mean he loves me?

   My mind wandered to the exact moment I realized my feelings for Fred. I said I loved him then, but isn't it too soon to admit it? I liked him a lot; but the fact of falling in love scared me. What with everything going on outside the walls of Hogwarts, such as the deaths, love would be a trap. Still, it is hard to dismiss what I felt for Fred. But he did say we have to take it slow, so he wouldn't appreciate me saying it so soon. I could wait for him to say it first, or wait just a little while and admit it myself. I was tired of holding it in, but I didn't want to overwhelm him. I was torn between the two, and my brain was tired, so I finally just let sleep win and drifted off into a dreamless slumber.