warning: sexual abuse is implied at one point, but in no way extreme or detailed.
Third persons POV
"I remember the feel of his hands on me."
Mia's voice quivered as she spoke, her gaze fixed on a point in the distance as she recounted the harrowing memories of her captivity. Fred sat beside her, his expression a mix of anger, sadness, and fierce protectiveness as he listened intently to her story.
"It was like being trapped in a nightmare," Mia continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "He had this potion, Amortentia, I think. It clouded my mind, Fred. I couldn't think straight, couldn't remember who I was or why I was there."
Fred's jaw clenched at the mention of the potion, a surge of rage boiling within him as he imagined the pain and confusion Mia must have endured. "That sick bastard," he muttered through gritted teeth, his fists clenching involuntarily at his sides.
Mia reached out, her hand trembling as she gently touched Fred's arm, her touch a silent plea for understanding amidst the storm of emotions swirling around them. "He cursed me, Fred," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "He tortured me with the Cruciatus curse until I couldn't take it anymore."
Tears welled up in Mia's eyes as she spoke, the memories of Dorian's cruelty still raw and vivid in her mind. "But the worst part," she continued, her voice breaking with emotion, "was when he told me why he kidnapped me. It was to... to get revenge for Percy's death."
Fred's heart clenched at the mention of his brother's name, a flood of grief and guilt washing over him like a tidal wave. Memories of Percy flooded his mind – his laughter, his kindness, his unwavering loyalty. "Percy..." he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. "He cared for you, Mia. He would have wanted you to be safe. He would never have agreed to this if he were here. Dorian had absolutely no right to hurt you for what happened to him that day."
Mia nodded, her own tears mingling with Fred's as they sat together in shared sorrow. "I know, Fred," she replied, her voice trembling with grief. "I guess he thought hurting me was the easiest way to hurt you."
Fred hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice tense with apprehension. It was clear as day that he felt responsible, the guilt hanging heavy on his shoulders. Mia would never blame him though, it wasn't his fault at all. No, the only one responsible was the person who fooled her into drinking that potion. Before she had the chance to tell him this however, he spoke with an urgency:
"Mia, you need to tell George what happened," he said, his words heavy with urgency. "He needs to know the truth."
Mia's breath caught in her throat at Fred's words, her heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. "I... I can't," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "I can't bear to see the look on his face, Fred. I can't..."
But Fred shook his head, his gaze firm and unwavering. "You have to, Mia," he insisted, his voice filled with conviction. "He deserves to know what you've been through, what that bastard did to you. You can't keep it bottled up inside."
And as they sat together, their hands clasped in a silent vow of solidarity, Mia knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would have to summon the courage to confront her past, to face the truth, and to find the strength to move forward, together.
(...)
George's bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, casting long shadows across the walls as Mia and him sat together, their hearts heavy with the weight of unspoken truths. Mia's hands trembled slightly in her lap as she searched for the right words, her gaze fixed on the floor as she tried to gather her thoughts. He felt the urge to take them into his, but thought better of it. He wanted her to come to him when she felt ready enough. He had a feeling how difficult of a conversation this would be.
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𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 | g. w
FanficMia Rune has been hopelessly in love with her best friend George Weasley since-well-forever, and she doesn't believe he could ever reciprocate her feelings.... ---- This story does not follow the storylines of the books, but is rather a work of fict...