Fred decided to go on and check if Emma was alright. He saw her leave the Great Hall in a rush. He turned for her corridor when he started hearing yelling.
"Fuck fuck them. Them bastards! Stupid gits!! They made me like this I can't fuck fuck!" He sees Emma pace back and forth on the verge of a panic attack if she could have them.
"Emma?" Fred called out startling the rampaging ghost.
"F-Fred what? Get out!" She yells. Fred doesn't flinch nor move.
"What's wrong? Your gonna end up hurting yourself." He said without realizing.
"Hurt myself? Huh that's a new one! In case you forgot Fred IM FUCKING DEAD!" She screams her voice cracking at the end.
Fred then realizes why she's so bitter. She wanted to live her life get away from everything. "Emma please I want to help you." He says
Emma stares at him and if she could she would be sobbing "Is this some kind of punishment for wanting to die all those years? Fred I don't want to be dead!" Her voice breaks.
He floats over and gives her the best hug he can ya know him being a ghost in all.
She dry sobs into thin air. "I want to be alive I want to be alive." Emma repeats over and over again. Fred just stays there saying sweet things into her ear.
"I know. Me to Emma me too."
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The Forgotten Girl
FanfictionEveryone knows about the second wizarding war. Eveyone know that's Fred Weasley lost his life. But no body knew that she did too. Emma Summers the same year as the beloved Harry Potter was the forgotten Hufflepuff. Never loved or known which left he...
