just for me ⚘ a Fred Weasley Fanfiction

95. the great divide pt. 1

"I don't care how dangerous it is, you need to get her back now!" Fred slammed his hand on his father's desk, spilling the fresh cup of coffee arthur had made, his face turned red from screaming. "What if it was Ginny? Or Tonks? Or-."

"It doesn't matter who it is, Fred." Remus spoke quietly, trying not to agitate Fred and further. It had been a few days since the attack and Fred was getting more and more frustrated with the Order and their lack of response to Juniper's kidnapping. He pestered anyone that was around to hear, begging for them to do something. "We can't be certain of where she is, and storming-."

"We know Lucius wanted to kidnap her, obviously she's at the Malfoy's!"

"- And storming in underprepared and uncertain, only jeopardises more of those we care about." Remus raised his voice slightly, his tone still even. "The less people injured or killed, the better."

"Do you hear yourself?" Fred bellowed his hands flying to his head. "You're seriously going to do nothing, and let another innocent person die?"

"We're, uh, we're not doing nothing." Arthur cleared his throat. glancing at Remus uncomfortably. "We're recruiting, and gathering information, and-."

"Take the thing off me. I'll go get her myself." Fred yelled, pointing furiously to the metal cuff that took 4 people to wrestle onto his ankle as he thrashed around in protest, like a prisoner in his own childhood home. It prevented him from doing any magic, even with his wand, let alone apparate to get Juniper himself. Kingsley said it was a 'precaution'. "If you don't care that she's in danger, why care if I am too?"

"Enough, Fred." Arthur spoke a bit firmer, trying to calm Fred down. All Fred could think about was how he was the only one fighting for Juniper, everyone in the Order had accepted it as an inevitably of sorts.

"No!" Fred argued back, his fists clenched as he glared back at his father. "The only reason the Deatheater's got their hands on her was because we stayed to help the Order. And now the Order won't even try to return the favour."

"Come on, Fred." George stepped forward from behind Arthur, his hand on the back of his father's chair. His face showed his concern, but it looked like he thought Fred was going crazy. "You know we're trying, we'll get her out soon. You just have to trust us."

"'Trust us'?" Fred turned on George, a pang of betrayal in his chest. He couldn't even look at his twin without feeling the sting of resentment. "When did I become seperate from all of you? Am I not apart of the Order anymore? Do I now have to sit back and wait for you guys to feel like doing something?"

"It's about being strategic." Remus spoke up, his tone calm but authoritative. "Something as messy as rushing in-."

"Strategic?" Fred spat, his face twisting in anger as George flinched. "This isn't just some stupid 'mission'. This is Juniper! And every second that you all sit here doing nothing, she's slipping further away into the Cruciatus curse or death. You're not the ones losing someone."

"Fred." Arthur spoke again, his voice soft, almost nurturing. "We're doing everything-."

"No, you're not!" Fred's eyes flicked between George and his father, two people that his was born into this world trusting. He could feel the divide growing between him and them, like a jagged ditch. "I'm the only one trying, and you all took away my ability to do anything. Some 'family'."

"Fred, that's not-." George began, being cut off by the sound of Fred storming off and slamming the door behind him, his words hanging in the air.