she watched, from afar as Harry left Dumbledores, side. He slowly, the further he walked into what seemed to be Kings across Station began to disintegrate. It didn't seem painful, it didn't seem hard to do, it was graceful, and full of elegance. She watched her brother carefully until he disappeared. In that moment she knew what he had gone back for, to save the Wizarding World. To save his friends, his peers, his teachers. To defeat Voldemort.
She had all the faith she needed. She knew he would win. He would grow up, get married have kids. She would be there for every second of it. Always.
***
She heard the faint cries before she saw them. She heard the murmurs or worried voices, heard him saying her name over and over in a small whisper.
Closing her eyes tight, refusing to let them fall. Once she opened them again she was faced with her lifeless body. Her godfather and his husband knelt beside her, Fred the other with his brother attached to his hip.
She knelt too, reaching a hand out for her own. She tugged and tugged, she didn't want to let them go, didn't want to leave them behind. But if it was her time, so be it.
***
The next image came quickly.
Masons lifeless body lay face down in the corridors of the school she had come to love.
To cherish.
To thank.
She cried, watching her friends body slowly begin to come to a halt. His blood had stiffened beneath his flesh, his heart has began to stiffen in place.
***
Her head hurt. She couldn't remember what had happened, she didn't want to. The noise of hushed voices filled her eardrums as she tried her very hardest to silence out the sounds.
***
"Any improvement?" She heard a familiar voice ask one evening. She knew it from somewhere, she must've. But placing the right bet on exactly who was hard.
"Nothing," another said— this one older, wiser. "Nothing worse either."
***
"How long has it been?"
Two people were having a conversation this time. She hated this endless cycle. Listening to others talk about her without being able to respond. It was daunting.
"Lost count."
***
Her fingers were stiff. She still, after multiple attempts couldn't move them. Over and over she tried, for hours on end, for days without rest.
Her eye sight lacked, the only thing she could see was the blackness of the lids. This was worst then anything she had lived through, anything she hadn't.
***
"Happy birthday," a voice whispered. She felt her hair being tucked behind her ear and a warm pare of lips meet her temple. It was familiar, it was easy.
"I love you."
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"I miss you."
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"I love you"
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"James loves you."
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"Merry Christmas."
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"It's our birthday."
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"Happy Easter"
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"I love you."
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"Happy birthday."
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"Wake up Sophie."
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"Albus says hello auntie Soph."
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"Merry Christmas."
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"We all love you."
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Her fingers barely moved. Her heart barely pumped. Everything was getting darker.
***
"Happy birthday."
***
"Lily says hello."
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"I love you."
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"Pomfry!"
"Mr Weasley"
"You called?"
"Miss Potter seems to be improving."
"She is?"
"Her heart beat is increasing, her response to physical touch seems to be improving also."
"Is she going to wake up?"
"Given the time she has spent asleep, it's hard to say. Usually yes, these are signs of recovery but never shown after this long."
"Still, there's hope?"
"Yes Mr Weasley, there's hope."
***
"For me Sophie, wake up."
***
"Happy birthday."
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crashing down // Fred Weasley
Hayran Kurgustory being continued once more :) only a few chapters left to be published, once I have finished I will update the description :D updates are not set in stone, please bare with me.
