You Don't Know How Much I Need You {Fred Weasley Love Story}

Prologue ~ How It All Started

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey, hey people!!!!! It's Aleia here!!! Um, so this is my second Harry Potter fan fiction, so I pretty much have this down pat, but if I DO, mess up, please tell me!!!!!!

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PROLOGUE

I was running as hard as I could.  I had to.  I had to get there before it was too late.  I had to get there before she ran out of time.  I can do something to stop them.  I have to do something to stop them.

I rounded the corner and my heart flew out of the window and down the side of the ten-story building.  There was my mother.  She was lying, motionless, on a cold, hard stair.

I raced over to her.  I held her clammy hand in mine.  I watched her sea-green eyes flutter open.

"Rory, honey, is that you?"  Her voice was strained and barely above a whisper. 

"Yes, mere cherie," I croaked.  "'Tis me."

She watched me with such intensity, it was hard not to blush  "Aurore Esme Beauregard, you listen carefully, now.  Take care of Nicodeme.  I know you can, Petit.  Make me proud.  Au revoir."

"No!  Mother! Oh no!  You can't leave me!"  I was sobbing for the first time in a long time.

"Rory, you must remain strong," she whispered, holding my face between her long, slender hands.  Hands made to play the piano every morning to wake us up.  Hands made to sew patches on holes in our garments.  Hands mean to stay warm until my mother is a hundred.

But they didn't stay warm.  When I looked over at her, her eyes were closing, her hands were getting cold, and her heart beat was slowly coming to a halt.

And then, all at once, her heart stopped beating.

She was gone.  And I was alone.  My brother and I were now officially alone.

Just then, I heard men's voices filling the hallways below us and sprinting up the stairs.

I had to hide.  But there was no place to hide.  There were no more rooms as this was the last flight of stairs.  They only led to the roof, and they could easily get me.  But I had a plan.

I laid down motionless besides Mother and waited for the men to find me.  I figured if they saw me lying here, they would leave me and my family alone.

When they reached the bottom of the staircase, a man in a body-length purple robe, with silver hair and gold spectacles, came up to check my mother's pulse.

I heard a whimper as the man said there was none.  The whimper sounded like...

"Mommy?"  It was Nicodeme.  And then there was another squeal as he landed on me, sobbing into my stomach.  "Rory!"

I couldn't bear it any longer.  I opened my eyes and scooped him up in my arms.  "Nico, it's okay,"  I said in a soothing voice.  "I'm okay."

He looked up at me and smiled through tears.

He was only six.  I was only eight.  And we were alone.

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