❝ 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
[poa...
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LONG BEFORE NAUGHT, the white winter of constant snowfall had finally began to swirl away and turn itself over as January and February would begin to evenly fade into March. Even with cold, dreary wet weather; with purplish-grey clouds and a chilly rainfall each day – the hope for a warmer, brighter spring season was tossed into the air. The two twentieth birthdays that passed with the months also played a helping hand – Scarlett's on the 19th of the first month, then Rebecca's following not too far after on the 14th of the second. They spent the two days in relative cheer, sticking to the flat and making cakes to share while watching movies late into the night.
Unfortunately, with the turn of the new month, the Weasley family were suddenly being called out to Hogwarts. It had seemed that Ron had been poisoned on his own birthday, and while it happened at the beginning of the day; the whole story had yet to be explained in great detail, both Molly and Arthur had only gotten the notifying letter around six o'clock in the evening. Almost at once, they had notified the rest of their children – even going as far as to send word to Charlie, even if he hadn't replied to any past letters unless they contained important information on foreign aid for The Order – and soon enough, they all were right on their way to Scotland to see the bed-ridden boy.
Only, of course, Rebecca wasn't sold on staying so far away while they all were checking up on the teen, "You can't just expect me to stay! Ron's been literally poisoned!" She immediately protested when told the plan, looking bewildered as she followed Fred around their room, "at school and on his birthday!"
"You and Scarlett are far better off staying here together," He insisted simply as he tugged on his coat, "George and I both agree that –"
"Oh that's grand, do you both just decide all our actions now, is that it?" She retorted sarcastically, her eyebrows furrowing deeply in annoyance as she peered up at him, "we're nothing more than pretty little damsels that need to be told what to do and when by men?"
"You're worried about Ron," Fred stated softly, a knowing look curling at his features as he set both his hands on either side of her face, "and worried about everyone else in the castle – but you know that we're right."
"You're still wanted by You-Know-Who and all his lousy followers," He added matter-of-factly, searching her eyes, "the Malfoys and the bloody Minister of Magic know you're alive – and we don't know who they've told – so you know you can't leave this flat yet, even under charms," Fred mustered up a small smile, "and Ron will understand if you're not there huddled and sobbing by his sickbed, and if he doesn't...well... I'll just knock some sense into him..."
Rebecca only frowned a bit more, but still nodded regardless with a muffled sigh. Fred offered another small, sympathetic smile, using his hands to tilt her head slightly and peck her forehead. Reluctantly, she moved away from his touch, shuffling towards their dresser and pulling out the top left drawer. She dug her hand beneath the layers of clothing for a few seconds, her fingertips immediately brushing over a few small, smooth, cold surfaces. Rebecca grasped the objects within her hand, holding them tightly before spinning on her heel and taking Fred's hand into her free one.
