❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
rewr...
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IT WAS THE FOLLOWING MORNING, as everyone else was distracted by merrily setting up Christmas decorations all around the lower levels of the house, that Rebecca took the opportunity to sneak up to the highest landing and near her father's bedroom. She had remained 'asleep' for most of the morning and into the early afternoon, lying silently as her brain thundered against her skull with numerous thoughts. Even when Fred awoke around 9am, she pretended to be fast asleep until he had left the room. It was only when the sounds of Christmas songs and carols echoed throughout the house that she pulled herself from bed and peeked her head out the door.
With quiet and quick steps, carefully watching both ends of the hallway, she slowly ascended the landings to the top most one. Rebecca gave a slight wince when she pressed down on a particularly creaky floorboard, halting completely before stepping around the lifted wood and nearing Sirius' bedroom. Never had she heard her father sound so happy – in such a good mood alongside everyone and not just Harry – he was singing loudly along to the carols, his voice echoing up through the floorboards and down all hallways. Nearing his bedroom door, she gently tried the handle – only to find it locked.
"Alohamora." Rebecca whispered, her wand pointed to the brass trimmings of the handle and lock.
She tried the door once more, pursing her lips when it remained closed and locked shut. Rebecca stared blankly at the door, hands atop her hips and bending slightly at the waist as she racked her brain for another idea. Standing straight, she tried to apparate into the room, only to be knocked back roughly like she had ran into an invisible wall. She tumbled to the ground, wincing at the thud and staying put for a moment. With a soft pop of an apparition, she quickly faltered in her stumble to stand up at the sudden sight of Kreacher. The house elf stopped in his tracks as well, his narrowed eyes meeting her own.
"Kreacher," She started slowly, "what are you doing up here?"
"Kreacher is cleaning," The elf answered shortly, his nasally voice gruff as he glared at her, "Kreacher is to clean like Master Sirius has ordered," He uttered bitterly.
"Kreacher," She began again, pondering her words momentarily, "let me into my father's room," Rebecca stated firmly, gesturing towards the closed door, "you don't need to open the door, just apparate me in."
The house elf said nothing for a long moment, fidgeting and shaking in his spot as if he wished to disobey the order. With a firm punch to his own head – making Rebecca wince slightly at the self-inflicted violence – the elf took ahold of her trousers' leg, his face twisting up in extreme disgust as he did, before doing as he was told. In another flash, they both stood in the middle of Sirius' darkened bedroom.
