sapphire || fred weasley

fifty-five

Triggering content, viewer discretion advised.

Fred sat staring blankly at the letter, his own stray tears adding to the already slightly bloodied and stained letter.

His mind was numb, trying to analyze and comprehend every single word she had written in what she said to be her last night alive.

The letter was dated nine days ago.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

Her name is Juliet Persephone Weasley.

Protect her as one.

I don't regret anything.

To me, it was everything.

I will love you and our daughter until my very last breath and until my heart stops beating tonight Freddie.

I love you forever and always.

The letter was dated nine days ago.

He had been too late.

They had run out of time.

She was gone and there was nothing he could do about it now.

The note in the box came rushing back to him, hitting his mind like a bludger at full speed colliding with his temple.

'This was all that was left after he was done with her. She's gone. I'm sorry.'

It wasn't a dream. It was his worst nightmare becoming reality. His worst nightmare tumbling down everything that still struggled to remain standing inside him. There was no escape.

She was gone.

He had killed her.

He had run out of time.

There was no oxygen left in his lungs. He couldn't breathe.

His lungs tried and tried to expand and desperately reach for air, but there was nothing to reach for.

He could hear his heartbeat practically in his ears. Head dizzy, airways constricted.

Everything looked blurry. His whole body trembled as he struggled to stand up, taking a shaky step forward to grab the dainty necklace George had placed on the table.

The necklace felt heavy in his hand. So did the letter.

The floor was crumbling beneath him as he stormed out of the dining room. He couldn't see clearly. He couldn't think clearly.

There must have been a mistake.

His Tris wasn't gone. It couldn't be.

"Fred, are you alright?" he stumbled against Hermione who was still holding the crying baby in her arms.

'I will love you you and our daughter...'

Hermione was holding his and Beatrice's daughter in her arms. It looked like she didn't know.

His heart was rapidly pounding. He could almost hear the blood coursing through his veins. He could hear the unsettling and overwhelming cries of his daughter

"No," Fred mumbled, backing away from Hermione and the screaming baby wrapped in an emerald green blanket. "Get that away from me."

"Fred!" George called loudly for his brother as he came out of the dining room, only in time to see his twin pale and sweating before he apparated away.