Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 / 𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚

{ Song: In the End by 2WEI }

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Some people believe that our destiny can never change, but I don't think that's true. Things may be bound to happen a certain way, but where that road goes is decided by which paths we choose to walk.

If there was a guarantee that we would reach the same dead end regardless of our actions, there would be no purpose to doing anything at all. Maybe it is when purpose and destiny collide that we trick ourselves into the illusion of choice.

Perhaps these are only things that I tell myself to hold onto hope that this story is not doomed to the ending it had before. When I have arrived at the ministry, my only goal is to make sure that what is written will not be brought to life. That is a quite ironic thing to say, considering that what I am trying to do is to stop death.

The hall of prophecies at the ministries is darker than I imagined it. The only source of light is the dull shine from the globes full of memories and secrets, illuminating the room in a surreal tint that hides all kinds of truths. Most of them are covered in dust that on some is so thick that the glimmer barely shows through the glass.

Aware that I should have gotten here a lot sooner, I hurry down the aisles between the shelves that seem to tower all the way up to an endless roof. The room appears to be the size of a cathedral, its paths feeling never ending which is probably an impression caused by the panic and stress in my mind. There is one thought in my head that repeats itself over and over again until I start to believe that it will drive me to madness - what if I am too late?

When I stop at another crossroad between the massive walls of shelves, I turn desperately to figure out where to go. There is a momentary relief that is quickly replaced by panic when I find the group of people that I have been looking for.

To tell from the way that everything starts to happen in slow motion, I could swear that all the clocks have stopped at this moment as I watch Harry reach for the prophecy on the shelf. The moment it is in his hands, he will have done what Voldemort is trying to trick him into and there will be no way to prevent the disaster that is bound to follow.

"Harry, don't!" I shout in his direction while running towards him, but I quickly realise that this is the price I have to pay for losing track of the timeline.

With his hand holding the prophecy tightly, he turns around to meet the nervous wreck of panic that has become of me, once the thoughts about Fred had been replaced by what awaits over the following hours. The death eaters. The battle. The death and misery.

"How did you even get here?" he asks and eyes me in confusion.

"Doesn't matter, we have to leave right now" I breathe, "This is a trap to get to you, just trust me"

But he isn't listening to a word I say. Not only did I get here too late to convince him to leave the prophecy on the shelf, but everything is happening too fast.

He looks over my shoulder and a shiver of ice runs through me as it all begins to play out just the same way as it did in the story. I close my eyes briefly in an attempt to prepare myself for the faces I will meet once I turn around, but my heart refuses to stop pounding through my whole body like the ticking of a bomb that will burn the world to the ground.

There is no use in trying to make this situation any less terrifying than it is, which is the only thing that makes my body turn so that I can see the still anonymous silhouette before me. The face is covered by a mask, but it looks more like a cursed, monstrous skin; an unseen horror that comes with pain and destruction.