Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨 / 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔

{ Song: Dancing With Your Ghost by Sasha Sloan }

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Stars. That is all I see.

Little flickering lights, merging together before my eyes. The voices are distant, barely loud enough to push through the ringing in my ears.

Nothing makes sense. Everything hurts.

Suddenly and out of nowhere, my head seems to explode. The pain shoots through my body like venom and before I can restrain it, I hear myself scream from the tormenting sensation. It's as if a part of my body has been torn from me.

And I can't stop screaming.

I only gasp for air when my throat begins to feel as if it's bleeding. It might be. My mouth tastes like iron. I don't know.

I don't know anything.

I barely remember what happened or where I am. When my eyes start to work again, the branches of the trees above me are swaying, threatening in an odd kind of way. My insides are aching terribly, overstimulated to a breaking point, as if registering just how much pain one body can feel is too much.

The agonising screams turn into sobs, then turn back to screams again. It doesn't make sense why I am hurting so much. I don't even know how I got here.

Something is pulling on my arm from where the pain originates. Someone. They touch me, and I scream again. I can't control it. My mind is too far gone. As if I am not inside of it. Like I'm not there.

I don't think that I'm screaming any words. Just sounds. An involuntary expression for that I am dying. It is killing me.

I hope it kills me. God, let it kill me.

All I can think about over and over is that I need it to stop. Every nerve is on fire. It is exploding under my skin, burning me from the inside. Let it kill me.

When I turn my head slightly, gasping for air with breaths too shallow, Hermione is leaning over me with a frown on her face. Her mouth is moving, but I can't understand anything she is saying. There is just the ringing which blocks out every inaudible word.

That's when her hand touches my skin again. The pain comes back.

My eyes close, tightly pressed together as if it's an attempt to disappear. I try to suffocate the screams and they turn into whimpers instead. Maybe the reason I couldn't hear anything was because I couldn't stop screaming.

Between the sobs and the tortured groans, the words slowly begin to make sense. The lack of context makes it impossible to understand what is happening, but the high pitched ringing inside my head quiets down slightly for a moment.

"I told you, I told you that this would happen!" Hermione's voice echoes distantly as she searches through her bag, "You shouldn't have done it George, this is why you shouldn't have been the one to do it!"

"What was I supposed to do, let her stay? Leave her behind?" George exclaims in response, "He wouldn't have left and we knew that from the start!"

Their words come to a pause. In the seconds of silence, it's as if each and every inch of my body is doing nothing but channelling pain, making all my other senses dim and useless.

Just let it kill me.

"Nova, this is going to hurt but it will be okay, alright?" Hermione sobs and forces an encouraging smile when she leans in closer again, "Just for a little while, you splintered but you will be okay"