Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 / 𝑵𝒐𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒏

{ Song: Bad Dream by Ruelle }

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The night to the twenty fourth of June

The Slytherin common room in the dungeons was colder than most nights. Through the windows seeped a teal tinted, gloomy light that cast an illuminating sheen over the room that insinuated that this was no hour to be up, for there was nothing to be seen and what was said should not be heard.

At one of the round, dark wooden tables, one student was anxiously flipping through the pages in a book as if something of vital importance had been hidden between the pages. His tie was undone and hung sloppily around his neck, the sweater he had worn before was curled up on the floor next to the chair that he was tilting back and forth in pace with his anxious thoughts.

After a closer look, the student at the table could easily be identified as Theodore Nott. His face expressed a kind of worry that was not uncommon amongst the ambitious students of the Slytherin house; the great ambition has a tendency to get the best of them.

Suddenly, another student stormed into the common room. The girl was the same one from my own reflection that has looked back at me in every mirror that I have come across in my life. This version of me acted in a way that seemed to have her panicking to a breaking point and the memory of the feelings that she wore on the outside had no place in my mind.

"Hey, what are you doing up?" Theo asked and blinked with a sort of sleepiness as he was suddenly forced to sharpen his tired mind.

"They're- he's dead" she mumbled, "He's dead Theo, he's- he's-"

While he was searching for her gaze to tell whether she was joking or being serious, hers flickered around the room as if someone might be hiding in the shadows of the night. Her lower lip was trembling slightly, her tense body shivering not from the cold on the outside but the fear coming from inside.

"Slow down, who's dead? What are you talking about?" Theo said and put his hands on her shoulders to keep her calm.

"They're all going to die" she whispered and looked up at him with panic in her eyes, "They're all- oh, oh God, Fred is-"

"Weasley? Why are you talking about him all of a sudden?" Theo said in a voice that now expressed nothing but confusion.

The terrified and teary look that she gave him excluded all and any doubts that this might just be a prank or an exaggeration; she was in a state of fear and shock that left her unable to put what was happening inside of her head into words.

"He's going to die, Theo" she whispered almost inaudibly, "There's going to be a war, everyone will get hurt and Fred- he won't- he's going to-"

"There is no war Nova, whatever you saw wasn't real" he tried to comfort her.

His words, spoken in a calm voice that could not be more different from hers, didn't seem to make it to her consciousness and it certainly did not affect her at all. It was like she was trapped inside the walls of the mysteries of the human imagination, stumbling through a mess of surreal scenarios to find a way out.

"There's- there's going to be an explosion and- and Fred-" she said, but her eyes widened halfway through the sentence as she seemed to have realised something even worse, "Cedric, tomorrow, he- he won't make it back-"

"So that's what you're worried about? The tournament?" Theo asked and searched her eyes to figure out if he was getting closer to understanding what was going on, "If anyone is going to win this thing it's him, you don't have to worry about Potter doing better than him"