sapphire || fred weasley

eighty-nine

Triggering content, viewer discretion advised.

As more memories returned to Beatrice, more locked themselves again within the depths of her mind.

Fred's worry was increasing as each day passed.

She hadn't remembered anything too vital yet. Not what happened after she gave birth to Juliet, and nothing that had to do with him either.

He was growing more and more desperate as he was unable to find Theo.

He didn't know that his luck was about to change soon enough.

And Theo, Theodore Nott was no fool.

He knew what the Weasley twins wanted from him, especially Fred. Sure, he was eager to see his sister and help undo the damage he had previously inflicted upon her brain, but that didn't mean he would make the chase easy for his brother in law.

Theo liked games after all.

And he knew that the more he waited to appear to Fred like a divine figure, the more desperate he would be. And the more desperate Fred was, it meant that the more he could get out of him.

Theodore Nott was no fool. But his brain, combined with his deadly cunningness and ambition, is what made him lethal. It's what made him survive all those years as one of Voldemort's favorite helpers.

That, and the constant reminder of his sister's voice ordering him to never let the walls down, not for a split second.

*****

On Sundays, Beatrice was left all by herself since it was the one day a week the entirety of what remained of the Weasley clan, reunited in Shell Cottage for late lunch/dinner.

Sundays were sacred for the Weasleys, they had always been. It was the day where they got to be together, with no Order duties and no other Order members bothering their precious time.

Fred was carrying a beaming Juliet on top of his shoulders as they made their way to Beatrice's room after returning from Shell Cottage.

When he opened the door, his features morphed with worry as they found her lying in bed in fetal position with all the pillows covering her face.

"Darling, we're back," he gently let Juliet down, who rushed to get into bed and hide in her mum's chest.

"Hi mumma," Juliet whispered, grinning contently when Beatrice pressed a tender kiss on her forehead.

"Hi petal," Bea smiled and uncovered her face by tossing the pillows away.

"You don't look good," Fred pressed the back of his hand on her forehead after noticing her pale and clammy skin. "What's wrong?"

"Just a tiny headache," Bea dismissed, not wanting him nor Juliet to worry.

It wasn't a tiny headache. It was the same piercing migraine pain that settled in the back of her head and spread all the way to her temples as older memories locked themselves again.

She of course had no idea what was happening and what was the real cause for the horrifying unbearable pain, but Fred did.

"Another?" he furrowed his brows and sat on the edge of the bed, taking her free hand into his.

"Mhm," Beatrice tried to conceal the small wince she involuntarily let out when Juliet laughed a bit too hard as Bubble ran her tail past her arm. "I wanna hear all about your day."

"I'm gonna bring you a potion," Fred sighed and got up, making his way towards the bathroom.

"It's fine," Beatrice rolled her eyes playfully.