intriguing (fred weasley x fem! reader)

Chapter Fifty: A Painful Memory

*TW: SOME MENTION OF SELF STARVATION BUT VERY BRIEF*

*Y/N's POV*

   I had experienced a broken heart before. And yes, it was a pain that I never wanted to feel ever again in my entire and something that I hoped nobody else would ever have to go through if they could avoid it. But this, this feeling that I was experiencing now was the epitome of dread. And I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy, let alone someone I cared about. For I was experiencing something far worse than a broken heart, it was a broken soul. My entire being felt as if it had turned to ash the minute I betrayed them all. Seeing Fred begging for me to stop hurting him was unbearable, I would've gladly taken the Cruciatus Curse again if it meant I could erase his tear-filled eyes from my mind. 

    My throat was raw from the screams I released into my pillow nearly every night. My eyes were sunken in my from lack of sleep and my hair was becoming more and more like my mother's matted locks. And I spent my days locked away in my room, staring out the window that exhibited the gardens I had once run through as a little girl. That's what I was doing now as rain fell from the dark grey sky. 

   "Y/N?" there was a soft knock before I heard the creaking of my door, "Are you awake?" my Aunt Narcissa entered the room, a hand tray of various foods in her hands, "I brought your breakfast, sweetheart." 

   "No thank you, I'm not hungry," I mumbled back, not moving my gaze from the droplets sliding down the window. 

   "I had them make your favorite; earl grey tea and grape jam toast. Come eat while it's still fresh," she continued to offer. 

   "I said I'm not hungry," I answered. 

   "My dear, you need to eat. It's been days since you last-"

   "I don't need to do anything!" I snapped, "Now get out!" 

   She sat on the edge of my unmade bed, facing the side of my body as I continued to look towards the window, "Y/N, I'm sorry. I only want what's best for you."

   "What's best for me?" I scoffed, "You took away the one good thing I ever had in my entire life. You stopped wanting what was best for me the moment you brought me back here," I glared around the room, "Back to this prison."

   "This isn't a prison, Y/N. This is your home." 

   "My home was with Fred," my voice quivered as I snapped my head to face her. His name hadn't left my lips in so long, it felt as if it was a foreign word. I cleared my throat, "But, thanks to all of you, I can never go back there. You know, out of fear that my family might murder his." 

   "Dear, believe me, that was never my intent-" she attempted to hold out her hand.

   "Believe you? All you've ever done is lie!" I exploded, shooting up from my seat, "All of you, that seems to be all you know how to do! When has anyone in this family ever told me the truth about anything?" 

    "I only lied to protect you! You knowing the truth was far more harmful than you believing a lie, Y/N. I have sacrificed so much for you and Draco, to keep you both as safe as I could." 

   "Draco is a Death Eater! Just like your husband and your sister and the rest of this corrupted family! All of you are horrible people!" 

   "Then why did you come back?" 

   "Because I would've rather let you kill me than let any of you harm him or his family." 

   "We would never kill you, Y/N. You're family."