Collision - Fred Weasley

Chapter sixteen

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Fred stood still for a moment, before the realisation dawned upon him. He quickly ran after her. He had really let her go after his friend, what kind of arsehole is he, honestly?

Fred entered the courtyard, rain pouring down as Fred pushed through the crowd of students who was already watching the situation escalate, and his gut twisted as he realised who was at the center of it all.

"Move, move!" Fred barked as he shoved his way through the crowd of students gathered in a circle. He had heard bits and pieces, someone was clearly fighting, and it didn't take him long to figure out who.

Finally, he broke through to the front row, his stomach lurching when he saw the scene before him.

There, in the middle of the muddy, rain-soaked ground, was Lyra. Her long hair was drenched, clinging to her face and framing her sharp features in a way that made her look untamed. 

She ran a hand through her hair, before tying her hair up in a slicked back, low ponytail. She looked oddly mesmerising as she did. 

Her Slytherin robes were soaked through, sticking to her form. She was panting heavily, blood dripping from her nose and lip. Her figure was covered with a mix of blood and water.

Across from her, Angelina Johnson stood in a similar state, her nose was also bleeding, but far more critical.

It was clear who was winning this fight. 

Angelina's usually confident expression had vanished, her steps were shaky, and she clearly was struggling to keep on her feet.

But Angelina wasn't done.

"Come on, Arakan!" Angelina spat, her voice dripping with venom. "Is that all you've got? Fred was right about you, you are as pathetic on the field, as your are off the field."

Fred's stomach turned.

Why did she bring him into this.

"You really think this is because of Fred? How stupid can you honestly be, bringing him up when he has done nothing wrong. I am here because you and your stupid little Gryffindor friends hurt my friend." Lyra spat back, sliding her arm across her lip to remove the blood running down her chin.

"Oh, yeah. That little Slytherin girl. Honestly, it was amusing seeing how her expression changed as the ice-cold water poured upon her." Angelina spat back with a smirk, earning a few snickers from her friend.

All talk, no bark. Lyra thought.

Her expression changed. Fred had seen her angry before, plenty of times, but this was something different. Her eyes darkened with a wild, unrestrained fury, her chest heaving with every breath.

Fred knew in that moment, that Angelina had gone too far.

Lyra didn't respond. She didn't throw back a sarcastic comment or even sneer like she usually did. She just moved, fast.

Before anyone could blink, Lyra lunged towards the girl, tackling her to the ground with a force that knocked Angelina's breath out. The students around them gasped in unison, some laughing, others shouting encouragement. 

The Slytherins behind Lyra cheered her on loudly, while a few Gryffindors shouted for Angelina to fight back.

But it was over before it even really began.

Lyra pinned Angelina down in the wet grass, her knees pressing into her sides, her hands pinning her down forcefully. The rain made the ground slippery and dirty, but Lyra couldn't care less. She raised her fist, her knuckles already scraped and raw, and brought it down, again and again.

Her movements were feral, each hit harder than the last, like she was trying to press every taunt, every insult, every rumour, into the ground beneath them.

"Lyra, quit it!" Fred shouted, but his voice was drowned out by the roar of the crowd and the pounding rain. 

He tried to move forward, but the students made it hard to get through.

Angelina tried to shield herself, move away, grab the Slytherin girl fists but, Lyra's overpowering strength and fury overwhelmed her. Her quidditch strenght finally paid off, but this time, in a different way. 

She was no longer fighting for victory, she was fighting for revenge.

"Fuck, that's enough, Lyra!" Fred shouted again, louder this time, panic surging through him.

Just when he thought he had the chance to pull her off, someone else beat him to it. 

Theodore Nott appeared, grabbing the girl by her waist and dragging her off the poor Gryffindor girl with surprising force. Lyra struggled in his grasp, her eyes wild, her breathing ragged as she fought against his grasp, but Theo held tightly onto her, pulling her back.

"That's enough, darling." Theodore hissed in her ear, his voice low but serious. "You've made your point. Let it go."

But Lyra's eyes were still locked on the Gryffindor girl, who laid in the mud panting and clutching her side and her nose. Blood was steaming from her nose, mixing with the rain and dirt, but she didn't say anything.

"Whore!" Angelina spat towards the Slytherin girl.

Daphne didn't hesitate before kicking the Gryffindor in her shin, earning a loud yelp from Angelina. 

"That's what you get for bullying my sister, and shit-talking my friend." Daphne exclaimed, making her way towards her best friend.

Fred felt a pang of guilt as he watched the scene unfold, his heart sinking at the sight of Angelina like this. Lyra was completely out of control, driven by something far deeper than just their usual rivalry. 

She was shaking in Theo's arms, her fists dripping with blood. 

He pushed through the last few students and finally reached her. Theo loosened his grip on the girl by the sight of the Weasley, as he remained still staring at the girl.

"What do you want, Weasley." Theodore spat towards the ginger boy. 

Lyra glared at him for a moment, her chest still rising and falling. For a second, Fred thought she might lash out again, but this time at him, but then something shifted in her expression.

Theo slowly tightened his grip around her, and she stumbled back into his chest. She was soaked to the bone, covered in rain and blood, but there was something haunting in the way she looked at Fred, like she was daring him to say something.

"Something on your mind, Weasley?" Lyra spat out venomously, spitting some blood on the ground. 

"Just ignore him, Lyra, he's not worth your time." Daphne whispered to the blooded girl, but Lyra waved her off, waiting for a response from the Gryffindor boy.

But Fred didn't know what to say. He hesitated, but Lyra only sighed. 

He could only watch as she turned and walked away with her friends, Theodore close behind, while the crowd slowly began to disperse.

Fred turned to Angelina, who was now sitting up with the help of George, Alicia and Katie. She was shooting daggers towards him with her eyes, blood dripping from her split lip, but Fred barely registered it.

God, this was all his fault.

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