Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 / 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆

{ Song: Arcade by Duncan Laurence }

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When the question is hypothetical, it can be quite interesting to wonder whether you would rather know when you will die or how you will die. In reality, there is no way we can ever really know. When you finally get the answer, you won't be around to find out.

I have always found it kind of funny when people say if I die, as if there is a possibility that they won't. Everyone seems to believe that things like love and life could be eternal, which is fair since it is probably the only way that you can stop yourself from going insane. Now that I am forced to comprehend that neither one can last forever, I don't know how to stop it from driving me mad.

"This is real, it's so- shit" I whisper, "She might actually be trying to kill me, it's not just relationship drama"

"Yeah, that's pretty bad" Theo mumbles.

"You think?" I exclaim sarcastically, "Maybe there's a chance that it's not me, I might have exaggerated, I mean, it could be anyone"

Denial is an easy escape. If I close my eyes and ignore the warning signs, it might go away. At least that is what I tell myself. All of this is based on assumptions with no hard proof, terrifying pictures painted with the colours of a nightmare. Desperate to find a single thing that would give me reason to believe that it isn't real, I try to think of something that will convince me that I'm wrong; a word, a name, anything. 

"You said it yourself, the odds of that being the case don't outweigh the alternatives" he says slowly, "Apart from that it doesn't make sense why anyone would want you dead, everything adds up"

"It can't be me, she can't- she-" I breathe faintly, quicker by the second until the breathing becomes hyperventilating from the reality that is slowly sinking in, "I can't do this Theo, I can't deal with it, it's too much"

"You're okay, I've got you" he says quickly and sweeps me into his arms, "We'll figure this out together, I won't let her hurt you, I've got you"

He holds my now shaking, anxious body against his tightly, burying my face in his chest to give me a chance to feel safe in a world that seems more dangerous than ever.

Maybe it's seconds or even minutes that pass by until I am able to breathe again, and right as Theo lets go of me the door to the dorm opens. Both our heads turn to look at the person who has entered the room and Draco glances between us with an unimpressed look with his lips pressed together, showing a nonchalant expression, before he closes the door behind him.

"This is cozy" he mutters sarcastically and walks over to his bed.

It's not exactly news that he and I have not been on the best terms for a long time now, and having me in his dorm is probably the last thing he would wish for. Nevertheless, all the things that I have realised lately flash through my mind and while it pains me to ask him for anything, there is something that he might be able to answer better than anyone else could.

There is a very real chance that Violet was the one who placed the potion in the game when we spent the very eventful evening in the Ravenclaw tower. I'm dying to know just how much damage she really did. If there is any chance that she was behind the downfall of our relationship, I have to know.

"I need your help" I blurt out quickly, "You're the best at potions in our year, right?"

"Best at the school" he corrects me and glances over at me across the room, "Why?"