Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 / 𝑷𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒅𝒆

{ Song: Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery }

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

When love is left to be nothing more than love, it is the easiest thing that any person could do in their lifetime. When it makes you question if any person can truly love more than once, because the answer to how something else could ever replace it doesn't exist, it isn't hard. It doesn't hurt. It welcomes you with open arms, showing you the corners of another heart that you have come to call your own.

The weeks pass by more peacefully than I had expected, allowing the bleak and chill winter to rest as the spring embraces the world with a promise of a new beginning. The comfort of me and Fred finding our way back to each other seems safer than anything else could ever be, uncomplicated and kind. Time allows us to grow together, around each other and inside the parts where we have forgotten how to love ourselves.

The places that have been broken from heartache and pain seem to have healed into pearl coloured scars that are barely noticeable anymore. While I hadn't realised that he gave me something I didn't know that I needed, he saved me in a way that I never knew that a person could be saved.

Resting in the peace that we have with each other has made me pause the troubles that still need to be solved, but outside of us there are still questions that need to be answered. I'm no closer to figuring out who stole the wand or who had said the safe word, but it seems unbelievable that they aren't the same person. On top of all of this is the conversation that I had overheard at the ball, and in hindsight I wonder if it might have been a warning.

It would be naive to expect simplicity from a place that offers everything but. When another week comes to an end and I make my way through the corridors to class, reality comes creeping in as an unwelcome guest that doesn't know when it's time to leave.

The way that I stress through the classes to get there on time comes to a stop when I suddenly find myself in a situation that now feels like a deja vu. Around the corner that I was just about to turn speak two voices that take me back to the night when everything went wrong, and my heart beats anxiously as the same peace that has been my safety is quickly pulled away underneath my feet.

"You said that you would deal with it" the boy hisses quietly, "I should have known you were all talk since it's pretty fucking clear that you didn't get it done"

Even though the voice is muffled and holds a tone that one would not usually hear in a common conversation, there is no mistaking that it's the same person that I had listened to at the ball. What he is saying is without a doubt the aftermath of what they had been talking about that night, and if anything he seems more infuriated than he did before.

"I don't know how this happened but it's not over" the girl snaps back, "There are too many people involved, they keep getting in the way and you know that I can't-"

"Can't go through with the task that you voluntarily took on?" he cuts her off, "This is why you have to get rid of the rest of them and cut her off from everyone, make them leave, you need to be smart about this and get her alone because you're running out of time"

The second voice sounds oddly familiar, more familiar than it did the last time I heard them speak. Like an itch in the back of my mind, a riddle that I can't seem to solve, the tone and melody is slightly off but still isn't one of a stranger. The questions I had about what they had been talking about the last time I overheard the anonymous conversation double with their every word; who, when and what they are talking about remains a mystery.