Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 / 𝑨 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

{ Song: The Other Side by Ruelle }

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Seeing a story from the outside doesn't come close to living in it. I have said it before, but it can't be said enough. There is a reason that walking a mile in someone else's shoes has become a cliché: it's the truth.

You can be told the same story over and over. Feelings can be explained in metaphors and expressions. Sensations can be described in excruciating detail. Still, nothing comes close to what it's like to experience it firsthand.

I guess that's why it's easy to forget that the Horcrux hunt went on for nine months, even though it was fit into one book. A few pages. Four hours of screen time, give or take.

The hostility that comes creeping in would not have been done justice even if it got its own book. Endless words and all imaginable combinations of letters could not explain it.

The night comes sooner and the mornings later. Every day seems shorter and darker than the one before and when it ends, I tell myself that there is no more light that can leave.

But the next day, more light leaves.

And the next. And the one after that.

We had left the burrow with at least a fragment of optimism, some kind of naive hope that it wouldn't be so bad. It's almost as if that same hope grows more weary with every step, every moment that we get farther away from the place that we call home.

The conversations have become shorter. The hope has worn thinner. Even after weeks, it feels as if we have accomplished nothing.

The frustration is unbearable, and our journey has barely begun.

To be completely honest, most days consist of no stories worth telling. For a while, Fred and I walked hand in hand. Now, the sweat between our palms has started to bother both of us.

Ron uninterruptedly complains about chafes and sore feet. I think that it's more about the fact that Pansy spends more time by Hermione's side than he does. I can't blame him.

September ended quickly, maybe because we still had the energy to pretend that this isn't as impossible as it seems. Now that October has passed us by as well, we have accomplished nothing more than a very long, tiring walk.

The leaves are crumbling under our feet while Hermione and I explain almost in unison why apparition is not an option right now. Despite the fact that I, too, knew that this would be difficult, I had somehow hoped that knowing everything beforehand would make it easier.

It's hard to explain what it's like to actually be in this part of the story, no matter how many times you have read it, watched it or imagined it. Living it inside your mind is nothing like living it in real life.

It isn't nearly as heroic, and I understand why the nine-month long horcrux hunt was shortened so much when it was told. It is boring, and it is exhausting. Day after day passes by, and even I, who have spent eighteen years longing to be with the people around me, slowly begin to get tired of the constant company.

It's now the end of October. We had decided that the first horcrux we need to find is the ring, since Dumbledore never retrieved it. Our head start changes everything, but I still hesitate to change even more.