Remember Me [ Fred Weasley ]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 / 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒆

{ Song: Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift }

a / n – parts of the plot regarding shifting is based on speculation. this is not meant to be used as a source of information on how to shift.

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"It was me"

Every time that I start to think that this reality will cease to amaze and surprise me, I am proven wrong. Again and again.

In this moment, it all seems to be both surreal and unfair. Perhaps disappointing. Maybe shocking.

Regardless, I struggle to believe it.

"You've got to be kidding me" Pansy mutters.

It does seem like a joke. A cruel one. I don't know what I expected. There wasn't much time to think about what happened before this moment offered us the chance.

Out of all the people I could have hoped for, it is the only person that I thought I had finally gotten away from. To see her standing there, a few feet away, shakes off every fragment of relief that came from the Lethifold being defeated.

But she looks different. Her hair is tangled, her face scarred and patched with dirt and shallow wounds. She isn't as flawless as she used to be. She doesn't shine or stand with arrogance mistaken for confidence anymore.

"Sorry to disappoint" Violet mumbles back, "You're welcome, by the way"

The somewhat snarky comment isn't as harsh as she usually chooses her words. For whatever reason, she has come back. She found us somehow. Some naive part of me had hoped that the day she left the burrow would be the last time I would see her.

In a strange way, it seems like it was. She is almost difficult to recognise; her shoulders slumped, any trace of her usual radiance gone. She looks tired.

Up until now, outrunning her tricks and plans has seemed impossible. For months on end, she never gave up on tearing my life apart. Now, she has done the opposite.

She saved us from a quite certain death. I can't for the life in me understand why.

"How did you do that?" I ask quickly, lacking the ability to start with anything else.

"Let's just say that Ilvermorny covers some areas where Hogwarts appears to have failed" she says, now with a hint of her usual tone of arrogance, "Lethifolds aren't affected by typical defensive spells, they're like dementors that way"

It itches my mind and my pride alike that I can't argue with the fact that her knowledge goes farther than any of the rest of us could claim. I always knew that she was smart, but I never really thought about how it makes her more powerful than the rest of us.

If there is one thing that makes me more frustrated than fighting against all of the ways in which she is wrong, it is admitting to the times when she is right.

I can't think of anything to say. There are so many unanswered questions, a lot more added to the list now that she has shown up here, and like this. How she found us. Why she is here. What her intentions are, assuming that they have changed.

"Not that I care but what the hell happened to you?"

Pansy's question comes as a relief. I couldn't bring myself to ask. Violet's presence chills my bones, breaks even the minor security that I have found in the fact that at least I am surrounded by my friends.

Apart from the years that I knew her in my original reality, she has never been my friend. The last time I saw her, she tried to kill me. So right now, I can't help but to be more scared for all of our safety than I am concerned about what happened to her.