Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 / 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔

{ Song: Red by Taylor Swift }

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There are two kinds of heartbreak; the one where you feel every thought and feeling with every breath like a blade in your chest, and the one where you feel nothing at all. We don't always get to choose which one comes first, but sometimes we have to let it hurt until it can't anymore. Maybe that's a good thing; to be sad, until there is no sadness left, and we can be free to feel something else. However, there are times when that freedom never seems to come, and I don't know which one is worse.

To feel or be numb.

Break or be broken.

Stay behind or walk away.

Then, of course, there is the kind of heartbreak that doesn't settle for a binary scale. The kind of heartache that buries its teeth deep into the core of your being, that makes the world ache from inside the marrow of your bones. The dance of lovers takes two, but apart from one another they somehow feel like less.

It is often said that love is selfless, but I wonder if that's true. Everyone who loves wishes to be loved in return, and those who aren't have to go through the pain of loneliness even when they're not alone. If love was truly selfless, it wouldn't hurt when it is only given. Then again, that would mean that you would run out of love sooner or later, depending on how much you give. I wonder if we ran out of love.

Everything about love is supposed to be beautiful, but I think that is an unfair expectation to hold against what is also claimed to be the very centre of the universe. Love can be selfish, because it wants to be loved in return. Love can be impatient, because it wants to be felt. Love can be envious, because it fears to be forgotten.

Maybe love has its flaws because we do, too.

Sometimes we tend to forget that it can be found in more than just romance. As I make my way from the dungeons in the early hours of this Saturday morning surrounded by my friends, I'm reminded that it's always there in some way.

"Why do they have to do bloody morning announcements on weekends, can't they wait until dinner?" Theo complains as we walk towards the Great Hall.

"Oh, stop whining" Blaise says and rolls his eyes at Theo's grumpy morning mood, "It's not that bad that you actually start your day before it's almost over for once in your life"

I laugh softly at the polar opposites while walking next to Pansy, who sticks to keeping quiet until the day offers something that she actually considers to be worth waking up for. Early mornings were never my favourite, but every day that I wake up and find that I am still in this reality of my wildest dreams it makes sleeping seem like a waste of time.

We make our way over to the part of the table that is always reserved for us as some kind of unwritten rule, just like everyone else in our house has theirs. The conversations are dull and effortless, and most of the students seem to share Theo's disliking towards that we are losing one of our weekend mornings to an early breakfast.

Just as the conversations begin to ease up and the thought of staying in bed seems to be forgotten, Dumbledore steps up to the podium at the front of the hall and calls for a silence that immediately settles in with expectation.

"Good morning students" he says calmly, "While many of you may have wished to stay in the world of dreams for longer, I hope that you will find this announcement to be worth the early hour"