"Let me get this straight," Fred said through clenched teeth, "you altered my memory all because of a fucking prophecy!"
Eleanor nodded solemnly. She stared determinedly at her feet, unable to meet his glare. What she wanted was to shrivel up and hide away in the warm bundle of blankets on her bed. She wasn't exactly proud of what she'd done, and she certainly wasn't happy about it. But if it kept him safe, she wasn't all that sorry either. Being unhappy was a small price to pay for Fred's well-being.
"And when exactly did you start believing in prophecies?" Fred spat at her. "You were the one who told me that prophecies are nothing more than empty words."
"Most prophecies are," she mumbled "but this one..."
"What even is this prophecy?" Fred questioned as he stood to begin pacing the room in front of her. Fred Weasley had never been one to sit still. Especially not when agitated.
Eleanor stayed silent. If she told him, she had a feeling she'd lose his friendship and that was an unbearable thought.
"It's... about me," she finally managed.
"I think I've gathered that much," Fred grumbled. "What exactly does it say? I don't want to hear your abbreviated version and I certainly don't want you to lie to me. Merlin, you've been lying to me for so long now, I'll be surprised if you're capable of even a shred of honesty."
It may have been a fair statement, but it still hurt. She winced as the shot landed, her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach. She couldn't convince herself that she didn't deserve it.
"You don't want to know-"
"No, you don't get to decide what I want anymore!" Fred shouted. "Obviously, you have no clue what I want. Tell me what the fucking prophecy said. Now."
She gulped. Never before in her life had Fred been this angry at her. She shuffled her feet uncomfortably before pulling her school bag out from under her bed. After rifling through her books, she landed on a small notebook with an intricately drawn pink flower on the front, taking her time in finding the right page.
"Um..." Eleanor began. She was finding it very hard to decipher the words on the page as tears clouded her vision. Fred took two long strides to where she sat and ripped the book from her hands. A part of her wanted to protest but she didn't feel strong enough to do so.
"Born out-of-wedlock under the full moon, the fawn must rise as the stag dies,
Allowing the emergence of a witch who will end the powerful for the sake of the dutiful,
The price of such power may be too great, for one cannot thrive without regret,
The witch shall not live past her twenty-first year except under extraordinary sacrifice,
To spare her life, the one's who can recall her kiss must suffer the fate once bestowed to her,
To drown in the sorcery of grief shall be the outcome, her love will unleash the darkest of days,
A beginning or an end, she must choose, fallen heroes and villains will scatter her throne."
Fred continued to stare at the words he'd read aloud. "I don't understand."
"It took me a while to decipher it," she mumbled. "Although, I wasn't sure exactly what some parts meant. Not until Cedric died. I can't pretend to know all of it. Hindsight will be twenty-twenty, but I assume I'll be dead by then."
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I Know The End {Fred Weasley, ACT I}
Fanfiction(COMPLETED) Death has coveted Eleanor Potter since that fretful night in 1981 when she somehow, someway managed to escape its grasps. Eleanor can feel Death's gaze upon her, stalking her, inviting her to an early grave. She cannot hide from death fo...
