Dear Fred Weasley ✔

Chapter four

I walked into the ruins of Hogwarts and looked around at everyone that filled the room. The war wasn't over, it was just being everyone knew that. I walked down the isal of people on the great hall floor, my eyes landed on a ground of gingers leaning over someone. That someone was my boyfriend. I ran forward making my way through the crowd of crying Weasleys' and stood over him. My knees buckled underneath me and I dropped to the floor.

"No! No! No! No!" I cried. My head was buried into his chest as tears streamed down my face. "No." I whimpered. I felt a pair of arms wrapped around me and looked up to see George. I wrapped my arms back around him as we held each other sobs escaped our lips.

"He was my best friend." George cried. "That stupid bitch." He added on in a mumble. In the fifteen years that I knew Fred and George, not once did I ever hear George swear once. My charming prince didn't have such a charming mouth sometimes.

"I know." I whispered.

"Amelia wake up!" George whispered loudly. I shot up my breathing uneven and my hair sticking to my face, I was drentched in sweat. I looked up at George and for a second I didn't see him. For a second I saw the man I love, his red hair sticking in every direction, his beautiful brown eyes staring into my baby blue eyes. But then I saw he was missing an ear and had big bags under his eyes, his hair was flat and he wasn't my boyfriend.

"George..." I whispered the dark room surrounding us. He nodded. "I thought you were.... I thought you were-" I could find the right words, I kept stuttering.

"I know. I'm sorry." He whispered. "Being this good looking can sometimes be a curse." George joked. I felt my ears perk up as a smile spread across my face. George was joking with me. He actually made a joke, its been two weeks since I heard him joke.