Weasley Twins - A Fate You Can't Escape

Chapter 91 - Tales of Betrayal

It gets a bit unhinged for a bit starting now. This story is a slave to my whims, so enjoy I guess.

Everyday that passes, I wait for the news. I don't know what day the event is to happen, so I am just on edge all the time. The anxiety gets worse with every day that passes. On the night off the last day of June, I can barely breathe. I know tonight is the night.

In the bed beside me, Fred sleeps peacefully, snoring lightly. I plant a kiss on his forehead, knowing that our time together is coming to a close. I'm going to hurt him. My chest hurts just thinking about it.

Slipping out of bed, I head downstairs. When Fred and I came up, George was drinking in the living room. While I don't think today is the day that the twins' prophecy will come to fruition, I can't dismiss it. Dumbledore's death could be considered Hogwart's fall. I need to keep an eye on both boys.

I enter the dimly lit room to find George sitting on the couch with a bottle of fire whiskey.

"Can I have some?" I ask, gesturing to it.

"Sure." He hands it over without looking at me. I sink to the floor by his legs, tipping the liquid down my throat. I don't say anything. I just sit there waiting. The clock ticks loudly, as the two of us sit there, drinking our misery.

"I know why I'm depressed, but why are you?" George mumbles, snatching the bottle from my hands.

"Because I gotta break up with Fred." I take the bottle back before he can take a drink.

"Seriously? After everything?" George scowls.

"Well, maybe I'm not the girl either of you wanted. Maybe I just liked playing with your little feelings, getting you guys to fall in love. Maybe, just maybe, I take a bit of sadistic pleasure in seeing the heartbreak in your eyes." I lie, hating myself for saying these things.

"Screw you." George mutters, grabbing the bottle.

"Back at you, Weasley." I retort, clenching my jaw to keep the tears inside.

A little after midnight, Molly Weasley stumbles through the fireplace, tears streaming through the dirt on her cheeks.

"Dumbledore is dead." She whispers. The bottle in George's hand slips through his fingers and crashes to the floor, shattering.

"I'll clean it up." I sigh, waving my wand over the mess.

"He- he can't be." George whispers softly.

"Well he is, and there's nothing you could do about it." I mumble to myself, realizing I may have drank a bit more than I intended.

"What's that supposed to mean?" George asks, both him and his mother looking at me.

"Nothing could have stopped it." I shook my head, regretting it when it caused it to pound.

"Hazel, dear. Did you... know about it?" Molly's voice sounds alarmed, perhaps even a bit betrayed.

"What do you think?" I laugh, stumbling to my feet. "Who else would be cursed with such knowledge?"

"You knew, and you didn't warn us." George took a step away from me, his hand slowly drawing his wand.

"I couldn't," I pause to hiccup. "I couldn't betray Snape like that, now could I?"

"Get out of my house." Molly growls, as both of them brandish their wands at me.

"Fair enough. Break up with Fred for me, will you Georgie dear?" I ask, feeling like I'm going to throw up.

"I have half a mind to curse you right here." Molly takes a threatening step forward. "My son was attacked tonight. By a werewolf. And you could have prevented it."

"I suppose I'm uninvited to the wedding." I shook my head, waving my wand. They both duck, but I'm just summoning my bag and broom. "I guess I'll be seeing you then."

And with that, I apparate out.

I land in the field where Remus and Tonks got married. I collapse to my knees, feeling like I've just splinched my heart. Fred is going to hate me. The whole family that I had built thinks I betrayed them.

Sobs take over my whole body as I kneel there in the field of flowers, feeling as if my life has just ended.

***

I spend the next could of weeks wandering the countryside. Thankfully it is warm enough that I can sleep under the stars without risking freezing to death. I swing by towns every few days to gather supplies and find a copy of the prophet. Dumbledore has a funeral, and the prophet drags his name through the mud.

I just hope whatever Snape has planned, it will happen sooner rather than later. As the end of July approaches, I begin to wonder about Harry. His protection will be expiring soon as he comes of age. And after that, Bill and Fleur would be getting married. A bet Fred will look so handsome in his suit.

As I lay on a blanket under the stars, I let myself picture Fred dressed up. His hair combed neatly for once in his life. His face clean from gunpowder and dirt. I imagine him holding his hand out for me as music swells in the background.

"Can I have this dance?" Fred asks with a wink.

"Of course, my love." I laugh, taking his outstretched hand. He twirls me around under the glittering stars, our bodies pressed together.

"I can't wait until this is our wedding." He whispers in my ear, his breath sending a shiver down my spine.

"All you have to do is ask." I tease, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

I roll over, hot tears dripping off the end of my nose. Does he know I still love him? When all this is over, would he understand why I'm doing this?

I drift off to sleep, praying that somehow, Fred Weasley knows how much I love him.

***

Owlexander circles overhead as I walk through the trees. The green leaves overhead provide shade from the mid-day sun, and the birds sing as if all is right in the world. My backpack is slung over my shoulder, boots crunching with every step as I make my way through the undergrowth.

Bill and Fleur's wedding was last week. I read in the Quibbler that it had been attacked by death eaters. And it was all over all the wizarding news about the new minister. Thicknesse is shown on the front page, flanked by none other than Dolores Umbridge. The time is drawing nearer. It is only a matter of time until Snape is announced as headmaster.

I've been trying to catch glimpses of things to come, but my abilities seems to be holding back for some reason. It's rather frustrating.

I just keep myself ready at all times. I trust that Snape will find me when he needs. I'm not doing any hiding spells on myself as I travel.

As the sun starts to set, I make camp for myself, using my wand to heat a can of soup for dinner. Honestly, it's pretty similar to how I ate back when I had my own place. Just minus using an actual bowl.

After I finish up, Owlexander heads out to do some hunting while I set up for bed. I brush my teeth, needing to have at least this small amount of hygiene, and lay out my bedroll. I'm about to lay down for the night when I hear a rustling a ways off. I pause, listening.

"She's bound to be here somewhere." A gruff voice mumbles, and I quickly pack my things. It's time.

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