❝ a darkness that holds me,
and loves when I bleed,
it locks all the doors and then hides all the keys,
wish someone had told me what I couldn't see,
a glimmer of hope that was staring at me ❞
fred weasley x fem!oc
golden trio era
rewr...
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THE NEW YEAR, WHILE mostly uneventful – other than the usual amount of Death Eater activity that had gone on for the last few weeks – had passed rather quickly. With the rising tensions stemming from bolder attacks and violence from Voldemort's side, it was becoming harder and harder to send word back and forth between safe houses. The fear of interception rising tenfold and halting any unnecessary updates or letters between them all – even between family. It didn't take a genius to notice how the distance between him and his family was affecting Fred. The ginger-haired man was often found staring off through the window and into the distance, almost as if he were expecting a letter to arrive or to see one of his siblings make their way up the path to visit him.
The only way Fred didn't spend copious amounts of time just staring longingly out the front room's window, was when he was keeping himself busy by doting on his fiancée. Nothing was off the table to ask for when it came to his future wife and the mother of his child. Fred would happily do anything and everything for her, he's said as much numerous times. And Rebecca, who honestly didn't need as much as one would expect for a first-time mum – still would willing allow her pride to be severed each and every time. She'd take the teasing jeers; the stupidly fond, embarrassment coloured cheeks and all the scurrying around; just as long as Fred was even the slightest bit happier in his choice to stay at her side midst it all.
"Ready to head back?"
Looking away from the steaming ceramic mug of heavily-sugared black tea – which was still more than half-full – Rebecca peered up to meet the curious gaze of Fred Weasley. She gave a small frown, using a single hand to shut the small book she was perusing closed.
"Not really," She admitted meekly, her eyes flickering over the entirety of the front room they sat in once before returning to meet his, "it feels like forever since we've managed a moment's peace away from home, and I just wanna savor as much time out of the house as I can."
"I know," Fred began lowly, his lips curling downward slightly as he reached over the table to set his hand atop hers, "but it's not the safest to be out in the open – even if they're all muggles."
"I know," Rebecca repeated just as softly, shaking her head, "you're right," She murmured, slowly tucking the book back into the bag that sat at her feet, "I'm not thinking properly."
"Who are you and what have you done with the real Rebecca Black?" He questioned abruptly, playfully cocking an eyebrow up as she had began stacking their used dishes into a small pile at the far end of the table.
"What?" She chuckled softly, sparing a single glance up across the table from counting out the notes to pay the check.
"The girl I know wouldn't have ever told me that I'm right," Fred insisted bewilderedly, "she'd be set on proving me wrong; not admitting that she 'wasn't thinking properly,'" He stifled a smile as she rolled her eyes exasperatedly.
