intriguing (fred weasley x fem! reader)

Chapter Fifty-Two: Reminiscing

*Y/N's POV* 

   The days continued to feel even more meaningless as they passed. Every day I'd force myself  to get out of bed, poke around at the breakfast tray my aunt left on my desk, stare out the window or attempt to read a book, do the same with lunch and dinner, then cry myself back to sleep. On the off chance that the Death Eaters were gathering, my mother would put me under the Imperius Curse while they all tried to squeeze as much information on the Order out of me as they could. I tried to fight back the first couple of times but eventually, it became too tiring and pointless, as did the select amount of information I still remembered. 

    I wasn't even taking care of myself at this point, my mother and I had nearly identical hair. That matted, "locked away, slowing falling victim to my insanity" sort of look. Course, I kept myself clean but I put no more effort than basic hygiene into how I presented myself. There was no reason for me to look my best especially when I felt far from it. 

   "Y/N, dear, are you sure you don't want to get some fresh air?" my aunt offered as she cleaned up my barely half-eaten breakfast tray. 

   I scoffed, "Is that a genuine offer or just another fake way to make it seem like being put under an Imperius Curse was my own choice?" 

   "I'm serious," she rolled her eyes, "All you do is stay locked up here all day-" 

   "Wonder why that is," I rolled my eyes back. 

   "You're at liberty to explore the Manor as much as you'd like. Just don't wander off the grounds, that's all we ask," she explained. 

   "No thanks," I sneered, "If I'm going to be imprisoned the rest of my life, might as well spend it as far as I can get from all of you." 

   "Y/N, for the last time. The Manor is your home, not a prison." 

   "Really? So far, I can't tell the difference between this and Azkaban." 

   "Now that is enough, young lady. I am so sick and tired of this sarcastic attitude of yours." 

   "Oh, I'm sorry," sarcasm coated every word, "I'm never going to see any of the people I love ever again. Not ever going to see Fred again. The Burrow. None of it. So, excuse me, if I'm not jumping for fucking joy all the time." 

   "Y/N Lestrange! You will not use such coarse language with me, do you understand me?" 

   I scoffed, giving off a smirk, "Yes ma'am," I spat, pushing past her and down the hall. 

   "Where are you going? We aren't finished talking." 

   "Oh, I'm going to go get that fresh fucking air you spoke so highly about!" I yelled back as I rushed out of the Manor.

   I finally made it into the garden, taking a seat on one of the cold stone benches along the walkway. I laid my back on the cool rock as I looked up at the boringly familiar grey skies, remembering how it felt to be a little girl in this garden once before. 

     "Mistress Lestrange! Master Malfoy! Be careful, please! Dobby doesn't want you injuring yourselves!" Dobby called after me as I chased Draco through the gardens. 

   "Oh loosen up, Dobby!" I shouted back, "Have some fun!"  

   "House-elves aren't much for fun, ma'am. Dobby obeys his masters, no fun for Dobby," he spoke.

   I slowed down my pursuit as Draco continued galloping around the lawn, "No fun?" I questioned. 

   Dobby shook his head, "No fun, ma'am. Fun makes bad house-elves. And Dobby is a good house-elf!"