sapphire || fred weasley

seventeen

Triggering content, viewer discretion advised.

"Fred!" George knocked loudly on his twin's bedroom door, where he and Bea were cuddling as they listened to music and talked about random things in whispers.

"What the fuck do you want now!" Fred said annoyedly from his room.

"Why are the two of you always so loud," Bea groaned and his her face in the crook of Fred's neck, planting small kisses on the areas her lips could reach.

"It's an urgent letter for Bea from Amelia!" George shouted, making her jolt from the bed instantly.

"Shit," Bea said to herself and threw on on of Fred's jumpers to cover herself before quickly opening the door and snapping the letter out of George's grasp. "Thanks."

"Is everything alright?" both twins asked in unison as she read the letter.

The only three words she could properly read as he eyes scanned the letter written in Amelia's neat handwriting.

St. Mungos. Grandfather. Now.

"I gotta go," she muttered and rapidly went over to put on her leggings that were thrown on the floor and her shoes, grabbing her bag and wand from the desk in Fred's room.

"Tris what's going on?" Fred asked and got out of bed, exchanging a quizzical look with his twin.

"Nothing-"

"Clearly something's happening, are Ames and Theo okay?" Fred said. "I can go with you if you'd like-"

"It's fine Fred, I can handle things on my own," she huffed and pushed past George to apparate. Head rushing and hands trembling as her mind thought of the worst possible scenarios that could be happening.

"Where did she even go?" George inquired after the loud crack indicated that she was gone.

"No idea," Fred sighed. "It's not like she tells me anything for that matter."

Beatrice rushed to the ward she knew too well in St. Mungo's, her heart shattering at the sight of her little brother and sister sitting together with flushed cheeks, a sign that the two of them had been crying.

"What happened?" Beatrice asked her siblings, as they were outside the hospital room their grandfather was in. "He was fine yesterday night."

"We were with him and his heart rate started dropping," Amelia sniffled. "A healer came in and asked us to come outside and contact you but we haven't gotten any news from him yet."

"Shit," Bea ran a hand through her hair and sat in the middle of her brother and sister.

"He's not gonna make it, isn't he?" Theo whispered and leaned his head on Beatrice's shoulder.

"He will make it," Amelia let out a little huff and rested his head on her sister's other shoulder. "We just have to be positive and he's gonna be fine."

"Ames-"

"He will be fine Beatrice," Amelia cut her short. "You have to stop being so negative all the time."

"I'm not being negative sweetheart," Bea breathed. "It's my job to be realistic and he hasn't improved in a while, it's only a matter of time now."

*****

A week had passed since Amelia sent Beatrice the urgent letter regarding their grandfather's condition. A week had passed since Beatrice had been able to get proper rest that wasn't on a hard wooden hospital chair.