𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒; fred weasley x fem!reader

CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO; orphaned

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PART THREE
Orphaned

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" y/n's point of view "

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"WHAT DO YOU mean, Professor?"

I was sitting in front of the newly reinstated Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, on Saturday morning.

I had never been in Dumbledore's office before, but then in this school year I had been in there twice.

Dumbledore had gotten me from the Gryffindor common room that morning, and despite my initial shock when seeing the Headmaster again, I once again followed him to his office without a clue of what was going on.

"Take a seat." Dumbledore had told me once we had arrived in his office.

"What's going on, Professor? Since when did you come back? Is this about Harry? Where was he last night? What's-"

Dumbledore held his hand up, telling me to stop. So I did, taking a deep breath.

"Last night, Mr. Potter and several of his friends went to the Department of Mysteries under the impression that your father was there and being attacked by Lord Voldemort."

My heart dropped.

"What?"

"But that wasn't the case." Professor Dumbledore said, instilling me with false hope. "It was a trap. Several Death Eaters met them there. There was a fight, but Professor Snape had notified the Order once he had noticed Harry's absence, and they arrived in the Department as backup."

I listened intently, wrapping my arms around myself, pulling my robes closer to my body.

"Your father was there."

"What do you mean, Professor?" I asked. "He was supposed to be at home."

"He was supposed to stay behind, to tell me the situation as I was to be arriving at Grimmauld Place not too long after." Dumbledore said. "But he didn't."

"Sounds about right." I spoke uncomfortably, shifting in my chair. "What happened, Professor? Why am I here?"

"Y/N, your father is dead."

My heart completely stopped, it felt like I was floating outside of my body.

"What?" I forced the word out. My mouth felt dry, and my stomach felt sick.

"He was hit by a curse and killed by Bellatrix Lestrange." Dumbledore clarified. "Your father is dead."

"But..." I was at a loss for words. "He can't- he can't be."

I felt like I couldn't breathe, and I knew I had started to cry.

"He can't be dead." I covered my face with my hands and Dumbledore just watched me. "He can't be."