𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Until He was One of Them | Fred Weasley

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Warning: extremely sad, mention of death

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"Hello?" My voice echoed and I glanced around, taking another step. The room was large, at least that was what I could see. It was white, reaching as far as I could see and a soft gust of wind blew through my hair.

"Hello?" I called again, heart leaping, anxiety kicking in.

"Y/n." The sound rolled sweetly off his lips, the voice I had been craving to hear for so long.

I whirled around, eyes wide when they settled upon the figure. Flaming, messy read hair, freckled face and toned body, clad in a white shirt and black jeans. "Fred." I breathed, before hurling myself into his arms, burying my head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his intoxicating, unique scent, the scent that all the T-shirts I kept used to carry, now gone from all the dozen times I wore them and cried into them to feel the comfort of him.

He smiled into my hair as he stroked it while a clung to him desperately. When we pulled away, I still clutched his hand, scared that he would disappear and leave me broken again. "W-Wha— how? I thought— where? How?!"

"Y/n," he said, shutting me up instantly, "I know you have a lot of questions and I know this is all a little overwhelming—,"
"A little— A little?! Fred, I watched you die before my eyes, watched the life fade from you as I held you close to me, willing you to come back— begging someone— anyone— to take me instead. I was devastated and you— you..."

I didn't notice I was crying until I felt his soft touch wiping away the tears from my cheeks, his thumb swiping over my bottom lip. I wiped my eyes with the back of my — his — pullover, the one he used to wear whenever we had a beach picnic in the early or later months of the year, when it wasn't warm enough for a short sleeved shirt, but also not cold enough for a jacket, the one we bought together.

"I'm sorry," he breathed, pressing is forehead against mine, "I— I shouldn't have left you like that, god, I'm so sorry, my love."

Another sob shook my body as I lurched forward into his arms again, willing his body warmth to linger with me forever. "I will always love you."

Those were the last words Fred Weasley ever spoke to me, the last words he said to my face before he went into battle, saving innocent first years and avenging all the fallen heroes... until he was one of them.

And this, the whole thing, was just another of them too, just another dream to wake me in cold sweat and to spill yet more tears until there were none left to cry.