DOROTHEA {fred weasley}

eighty one

Dorothea apparated to Diagon Alley at six o'clock in the morning. She hadn't slept.

She stormed up the empty street with her hood up, clutching her wand and turning around every few seconds. There was a light on in the shop. Good.

Peering through the windows, neither of the twins could be seen, but a back light and movement showed her that someone was there.

She blasted the door silently and glass shattered around her. Stepping through the door, she flicked her wand and a cabinet full of potions fell to the floor. She pointed in another direction and something blew up. 

Fred Weasley ran down the stairs with his wand in his hand, heart beating twice as fast. Shops were starting to be targeted now, he and George had worried, so now they took turns sleeping there. A hooded figure in the darkness was firing randomly, he shot a spell at it and they shouted one back. 

He'd recognise the voice anywhere.

"Dorothea?"

He rushed down the stairs and disarmed the witch as she was distracted, she pulled her cloak from her head revealing a tear stained face.

"You could have fucking saved her," she shouted at him, marching towards him and pushing him repeatedly. "You fucking could have-"

The witch was pushing him back with every word, reaching for her wand desperately.

"Dorothea, what are you-"

Another shelf fell down behind them and he groaned, forgetting about her wandless.

"You're a fucking prick," she sobbed, pushing him again, sending him backwards into a bookshelf. 

The man grabbed her arms, pinning them by her side. 

"Dorothea, fucking stop it."

The witch continued sobbing and glanced at another display, sending it crashing to the ground.

Fred grabbed the witch's chin, breathing as heavily as she was, forcing her to look at him.

"Dorothea, what the fuck are you talking about."

The witch felt her legs collapse as she looked at him, and she let herself drop to the floor, putting her face in her hands as she heaved. Fred sat next to her, his heart pounding. 

"Please don't say..."

"I came to you," Dorothea said, looking up at him, eyes bloodshot as she shoved him again. "I fucking came to all of you. Snape did. And now she's dead."

The witch started sobbing again and pressed her eyes into her knees. Fred was frozen for a minute. 

"I'm going to be sick," he said suddenly, running to the back of the shop. He stared into the mirror and tried to calm his breathing. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck."

Vira.

He returned to Dorothea who hadn't moved and sat back down on the floor, he had no idea what to say to her. 

George Weasley ran up Diagon Alley after receiving a distress call from Fred. He was there in five minutes, his heart in his mouth. He froze when he saw the shop blasted at the front.

"Fred," he shouted hoarsley, pushing his way through the glass door, feeling sick. "Fred."

His brother sat on the floor next to somebody and George could have sobbed from relief. 

"Freddie," he called, pulling his brother into a tight hug as he approached. "What hap- Dorothea?"

Fred had tears in his eyes and he shook his head, pulling his brother back into a hug and sobbing into his shoulder.