harry potter imagines and preferences {OPEN}

Fred Weasley

Warning... Major feels...

"Y/N,"

You and Fred were standing in the Great Hall, as the battle roared outside.

"Fred, I'm scared. I'm so so scared." You cried, holding onto his hands, tears streaming down your face. Fred cupped your cheeks and looked into your eyes. "We are going to be fine. I love you. We'll be fine." He gave you a long, passionate kiss. Tears rolled down both your cheeks, slipping in between your locked lips and giving the kiss a salty taste.

"I love you." He whispered, before running out into battle.

You paused, looking out towards the pain and destruction, before running out after him.

"Stupify! Avada Kadavera!" You were shooting spells left and right, killing multiple Death Eaters at a time.

You turned around to see Percy and Fred, and you ran out after them.

"Did I mention I'm resigning?" You raised an eyebrow and smirked. Percy made a joke... He was finally becoming a Weasley. Not great timing... But you'll take what you can get.

Fred laughed, clapping his hands in glee. "You actually are joking, Perce... I don't think I've heard you joke since you were-"

The next moment, you were sent flying backwards, your eyes blinded by the platinum light. You heard a loud crash, and realized that the Hogwarts walls must have been broken through...

"Ahh," you winced, gripping your wrist in pain.

"NO!" You heard Percy yell. You turned around to see see three red heads sitting together. You ran over to see-

"NO!" You screamed, sinking to your knees. "Fred, please! Please come back to me!" You saw how his face was still etched in his last laugh, yet the light from his eyes were gone, and his smile no longer looked genuine. He looked dead.

But that's what he was, wasn't it? He was dead. He really was... Dead. No more lively smiles. No more laughs that made you feel alive. No more Fred.

"Oh, Fred." You cried, lowering your head to his chest, crying and praying this was all some stupid joke. You suddenly heard the small clash of something hitting the stone floor. You slowly lifted your head up, only to see that a diamond ring had fallen out of Fred's pocket.

I, Y/N, take you, Fred Weasley, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death due us part.

"I do."

I CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS. I CRIED SO HARD.