Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 / 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆

{ Song: Take Me To Church by Hozier }

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My death was never a coincidence.

It was a calculation, a step in the plan for the darkness to defeat what good is left in the world. If only they had counted on that failure was a possibility.

Considering that Violet's attempt to finish the job she was apparently given was far from successful, it has become more of an eye-opener than anything else. A source of information. The truth.

The expressions on the faces around the kitchen table have similarities, but hide different fears and thoughts. Harry seems numb from finding out that he has been living a lie that goes back farther than he can imagine. Hermione's eyes avoid everyone else's, maybe out of shame from being wrong.

No one says anything, at least not for the first few minutes that we sit in silence.

It's almost as if all of us are waiting for answers that can't be given. Explanations, reasons, anything. Something that will tell us the answer to why.

"So Violet's goal has always been to kill you"

Ron is the one who finally breaks the silence. His disliking towards her from the start gives him the fair advantage of believing the reality in front of him over false hope and illusions.

And people still say that optimists are the good ones.

"Pretty much" I mumble without looking up.

Even though I never liked Violet, her face used to belong to Alice. My best friend, and the one I trusted with everything. It's hard to let go of something like that. To hate somebody that you used to love.

Now, she is not only a stranger, but one who wants me dead. Gone. Out of the way, as if I am an issue and her solution isn't to solve it but end it. End me.

"I guess that's the first Hufflepuff to turn evil" Ron mumbles again.

Hermione scoffs faintly and shakes her head, perhaps still not accepting the truth. After all, it is a hard pill to swallow.

"There is no way that she is really a Hufflepuff, they are kind and accepting and loyal–"

"And patient and hardworking and dedicated" George interrupts her attempts to make sense of what must have been the sorting hat's first mistake, "Besides, loyalty doesn't seem to be her issue"

"What do you mean?" Harry asks hesitantly, "She betrayed every single person that she has talked to for the past year"

He has a point. A solid argument that can't be doubted, because it is the truth. From the very start, everything she has said and done has been a façade.

Between making it clear that she didn't expect me to be with Fred to falling in love with Harry, it has been an act to get her to a place where she would succeed. That's the dedication and the patience; it has taken time, and she has spared it.

However, success can't be promised. It can't be guaranteed, so now she is left with who knows what kind of mess to deal with. But the argument has one flaw.

Loyalty is subjective.

Just like every other emotion, it is blind to its own weaknesses. It is nothing but an interpretation, and perhaps that is where we get our differences. Who we side with, and what we believe.

The truth is nothing but power, and how it is perceived. How it is executed, and who believes it.

"Cedric was her family, she's been loyal to him even in death and since her alliance clearly lies with the Death Eaters for whatever reason, she has done their dirty work no matter what they asked of her" Fred goes on with a nearly murderous look in his eyes.