crashing down // Fred Weasley

The rush of death

"You planning on forgiving him?" A voice asked from behind as she just met the door frame. She turned around slowly, looking up the same body she had previously— George.

"Maybe," she shrugged moving along. He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her back through. "Hey!"

"Are you planning on forgiving him?" He asked again eyeing her wearily. He sighed a deep sigh, let go of her arm and crossed his own over. "Look I know what he did was awful, but he didn't mean it. You and me both know he was under pressure." Sophie fidgeted with her sleeve, she was lacking the strength in herself to stand for too long. She didn't argue, she let him speak.

"But as a brother I'm telling you that I think you guys should make up. He's been beating himself up about it, hasn't been eating well, not doing any of the podcast, don't get me started about leaving his room. When he heard what had happened to you, what Mason had done." He shook his head, looking down at his feet. Sophie thought she saw him tear up. "Well we all felt so angry at him for it, so worried for you. We still are Soph, we don't know what this is. What if we never find out."

"You mean what if I die?" She asked. She hadn't a clue what had come over her, what made her respond so bluntly. Maybe the fact that thats what she was preparing for, that it's what she needed to brave, to get under control. This could kill her, it might already be.

George still didn't make eye contact, he wiggled his feet for a minute before looking up — still avoiding her glare. He nodded. Slowly and simply but he nodded.

"Well then." Sophie nodded too, " it is what it is I suppose."

She walked off, ignoring the scoff and the hand that reached out for her and missed. She ignored his pleas as she walked into the kitchen, smiling and taking a seat beside the youngest.

***

"Haven't a clue." The old woman shrugged simply. She let go of the bloody tissue and her small wand, crossed her legs and placed her balled up fists upon them. "I hate to break it to you," she genuinely looked sincere, and Sophie was happy to finally talk to her without the sarcasm and the insults. Aunt Muriel wasn't one for nice talk.

Molly let out a shrivelled kind of noise, it sounded like a grunt mixed with a sympathy squirm. You could tell by the look in the woman's eye that she was afraid, that she wasn't going to be able to handle the outcome.

Everybody in the room, all the Weasleys, bare Mr Weasley and of course Ron were quiet. No noise, you could hear a pin drop. Nobody wanted to say anything, nobody wanted to push any one over the edge, a tera dropped from Sophie's eye. But she had accepted the possible outcome a while ago.

"Well," she said just above a whisper. She wiped a hand across her wet chin and rose from the couch, pulling her top down as well. "If you don't mind I'm going to head to bed?" She turned and looked at Molly.

"Oh yes dear," she mumbled standing up. "Bills room is free, the first left on the second floor."

Sophie nodded then left her friends—her family to themselves. She ventured up the stairs and straight into the room Molly had described, she didn't even look around before walking right over to the bed. Taking off her shoes she got beneath the cover and curled up in a ball, leaning against the wall for balance she sighed and closed her eyes.

The girl didn't sleep much that night, she was awake through it all, staring out into the dark sky of stars, Sirius, the brightest star looming right into her window. She only hoped the actual Sirius and Remus were thinking of her too. She knew what was coming, she wasn't afraid of the out come, but of leaving her friends and family behind, not seeing her brother again. But at least, at least she'd be with her best friend, at least she'd be with Cedric.

Coughing quietly throughout the silence, more frequently then ever before she felt her head develop sweat drops, her lips dried and her eyes blurred. Whatever was in her blood, whatever Mason had put into her system it was taking effect quickly. She couldn't even imagine this along with the pain of transforming on the next full moon, only a few weeks away. It terrified her. She wanted to fight, to keep going. She wanted to win this war, to see her brother one last time. But the clock was ticking, the rush of death was upon her and she was losing.

This chapter is so short I'm so sorry lmao