Harry Potter Imagines ⚠️Includes Smut⚠️

Requiem- 🖕

Summary- At Fred Weasley's funeral, everyone cried, well, everyone except you. After the mixed emotions become too much, you go home and curse yourself for being sad about your ex boyfriends death, the man who broke your heart. (Song: Requiem- Dear Evan Hansen)

A/n- Based off of "Requiem" from Dear Evan Hansen

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Year- After Hogwarts and 7th Year

House- Doesn't matter

Y/n= Your name

Y/l/n= Your last name

Warnings- Fred's dead 😭 and it pulls at your heartstrings A LOT. Also swearing, but that's to be expected at this point

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Italics= flashback

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Why should I play this game of pretend?

Remembering through a secondhand sorrow?

Such a great son and wonderful friend

Oh, don't the tears just pour

There you sat, listening to all of the speeches at Fred Weasley's funeral.

First from his mother, then his father, all of his siblings, a few friends, including you, and then finally, his twin, George.

Everyone was sobbing their eyes out, but you? You sat there, eyes fixated at the ground except when you gave your speech, but you still were looking down at your black shoes for most of it.

You didn't want to cry, not after what Fred did to you. But the sadness was still there.

I could curl up and hide in my room

There in my bed, still sobbing tomorrow

I could give in to all of the gloom

But tell me, tell me what for

After the reception ended, you couldn't handle it anymore. All of the confusing emotions were too much for you.

So, you left while everyone was going to go and eat without saying goodbye.

Once you got home, you slammed the front door shut and stood against the door crying. "Why am I crying?" you thought, "He broke up with me all those years ago.".

You wiped the tears that kept spilling from your eyes and stood up, going to the bathroom to compose yourself.

After a few moments of crying there was a knock, "Um, Miss Y/l/n?" you heard from outside the door. "Shit," you whispered and opened the door.

"Hi Sophie, here, let me give you your money. Thank you for watching him again," you said with a small smile and handed her some money before she smiled and mumbled a quick 'thank you' before leaving.

When you looked back at the mirror, hot tears were still pouring from your face. "Stop crying, goddammit!" you screamed at yourself and hit the bathroom counter.

Why should I have a heavy heart?

Why should I start to break in pieces?

Why should I go and fall apart for you?

You then heard crying come from your room. "Dammit, I woke him up," you groaned and wiped your eyes once more before heading down the hall.

When you entered the room, you immediately went to tend to your son, Theodore.