Harry Potter One Shots

Fred WeasleyXReader Promises Part 2

(Again, warning talk of death.)

(3rd Person P.O.V)

As they arrived at the hospital, they moved down to the lower floors, taking the patients to prepare for burial. As they reached the lower levels, Y/n split, heading instead for her grandfather's office, taking Fred with her.

Over the next couple weeks Y/n checked in on him often, sitting with him for hours making sure his body got everything he needed incase by some Mirical he was alive. She started reading to him. Books like Quidditch Through the Ages, Tales of the Beetle of the Bard, Beauty and the Beast and some other muggle books she enjoyed reading.

When Y/n wasn't working or at home she was with Fred. Y/n had lived with her Grandfather and Grandmother since her parents had died when she was three. Her Grandmother had died the year prior just before Y/n finished her healer studies.

A few weeks in Y/n thought she had seen Fred's fingers move as though grasping something before releasing again. But still no sign of life, it was like his spirit was struggling to keep a grasp. 

His family visited often. They had told them there was a possibility he could survive. That he was in a coma, while it was a lie they couldn't exactly say that while all signs point to him being dead, his ghost hadn't said hi yet.

(Y/n's P.O.V)

It was while I was sat at my grandfather's desk weeks later just after his parents left, I was reading one of my healer books, I came across an interesting piece of magic.

In the late 1950's a number of cases came up of people being dead for weeks sitting in the morgue then one day while a healer was illegally experimenting spells, they had invented it woke them up. Despite them being dead they heard/felt everything that happened to them.

Apparently, the Healer had been the victim's 'friend' and was the one who brought them in. His license of course got revoked after that due to the fact that his 'friends' revealed that he was experimenting his spells on them when they 'died', and they confessed to him telling them he worked in the morgue so he could practice his spells.

It was unlikely but it was worth a shot. Withdrawing my wand I cleared my throat. With a swish of my wand, I muttered the incantation. A bright flash of purple, I held my breath but nothing. Feeling defeated I slumped back into the chair.

"Have the report on my desk by shift end on Friday!" I heard my Grandfather say before the door opened.

He walked in looking at a file not looking up. He closed the door before closing the file and looking up.

"Hey Puppet! You look a bit down, what's going on?" He asked seeing me sat at his desk.

"I've tried everything Grandpa! I've looked everywhere! Maybe he has already passed through." I sighed defeated.

"Your Grandmother and I didn't raise you to give up so easily. If you've tried it all, do it again, try them all again!" He came over and crouched in front of me.

"I'll do my best. I'm going to head home." I stood and left heading home where I collapsed into my bed.

----time skip---

After work the next day I went back to Grandpa's office.

"Well Fred, it's officially been a month and I've gotten no closer to helping you." I muttered sadly my hand brushing against his cheek.

I removed my hand from his cheek placing it instead on the bed.

"I'm sorry." Tears were brimming in my eyes.

I close my eyes tilting my head down wishing I could think of anything that might help when I felt something... a hand on mine. The hand weakly squeezed mine. My eyes shot open looking down at the hand on mine, following the arm upto the face as his head turned to face me... Fred he was awake!