My Mind Never Sleeps (Part Three of the Weasley Trilogy)

Monumental

A/N: @RuthlessAbandon made the covers for Anabelle Trilogy! Go check out her stories because she's amazing and we've been good friends for awhile now on here. :) <3 

I had been lying in bed for weeks, immobile and dead. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, and pranking was, for once, not on my mind. How can you think when you found your dead cousin in the Malfoy Manor?

I blamed myself. I left her there, thinking Lucius and Narcissa would do her no harm, when they abandoned her also.

Fred had begged me to tell him something, anything. He just wanted to hear words come out of my mouth, so he’d know nothing was wrong. I didn’t want to tell him what Lee and I saw until I knew I was okay. Of course, I was never going to be okay. Things like that traumatize people.

Today, I decided to tell him though, while Xyla and George were out at the Burrow for the night.

I had just woken up in the morning from a dream, erm…nightmare. I checked the clock, realizing it was 3 in the morning. I had barely even gotten an hour of sleep before my memories came chasing after me. Fred was still awake though, sitting on the floor against the couch, fumbling around with some enchanted bobble heads. From the pile of dismembered parts, I could tell things weren’t working out for him.

“Freddie.”

He looked up at me. “Anabelle, what are you doing up? You need your-“

“Don’t finish that sentence. You and I both know it’s not going to happen,” I told him truthfully.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and motioned for Fred. He set his contraption down and crawled over to me, sitting down to where we could see each other. He laid his head in my lap and I began running my fingers through his growing hair.

“Kori’s dead, Freddie,” I said abruptly.

He didn’t move or say a word. So I continued.

“I don’t understand how or why…I just somehow know it wasn’t the Malfoys who did it.”

I bit my lip to keep myself from crying, because everyone knows I am not a wimp. Anabelle Tobias does not cry.

“Why do you say that?”

I gulped. “Because I saw the Dark Mark.”

Fred snapped his head up at me. “What?”

I shrugged. And then I started crying. “I don’t know how it happened because it wasn’t there a few months ago. There are no more Death Eaters, Fred. I just don’t understand.”

He pulled me to him and rubbed my back, comfortingly. “Shhh. It’s okay, Ana. Everything is fine. There’s a perfectly logical explanation to that.”

“Except there’s not, and you know that. She was tortured, and even Lucius and Narcissa wouldn’t do a thing like that to their own niece.” I started shaking at my own words, suddenly growing angry at myself. “I shouldn’t have left her there alone.”

“Anabelle, this is not your faul-OW.” Fred jumped back from me once he was shocked with this strange electricity that I hadn’t felt since I lived with the Malfoys. All at once, my skin grew red and flames began to flicker. “Ana, what are you doing?”

“I’m not doing this. You know I can control it.”

I hadn’t used fire in a while, because I didn't see the point in it anymore. Obviously, it was the thing inside me.

I got up off the bed as to not burn it and walked all the way downstairs and into the night air.

Fred and I sat there until the flames burned out and we were certain it wasn’t going to happen again.

This was when I realized that my life was monumentally fucked and it was something that should be only showed on the soap opera channel.

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A/N: Long time, no see. ;) I know it's short. Sorrryyyy. Hope you enjoy the chapter. Please do not hate me. I’ll update soon I PROMISE.

~Savannah Weasley