After hours of dry crying Emma pulls her self together. "I'm sorry" she says quietly as she composes her self. "It's okay. I'm here Emma and I'm not going anywhere." Fred promises.
"That's what my sister said when I was five she was 19 at the time. Our parents started really jamming about Bloodpurity and stupid shit I just never understood." Emma confessed.
"Your a pure blood?" Fred asks. Emma nods. "I'm the only on in my family to be in Hufflepuff."
"Wow.. So were your family Slytherins?"
Emma shot him a glare. "No Ravenclaws, not all Slytherins are bad and they are not always just the bad guys Fred."
"Alright sorry." Fred raises his hands in surrender. "So why did you storm out of the Great Hall?" Fred tries to ask casually earning a slight snort from Emma.
"My sister who was all against muggles went on and married one then had a kid who now is in Hogwarts." She says.
They fall into a nice silence.
"Hey Fred." Emma asks
"Mmhm" he hums
"Do you think about the battle a lot?" She asks in a whisper
"Yeah I do actually, specifically the moment I died." Fred said. Emma looked at him, his face like a sad puppy who got lost. "My brother Percy." He starts "he was the last person to make me laugh well at least when I was alive."
"Oh Fred."
"He was never one to make a joke, one of my best memory's of him, wish I told him I loved him more."
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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...
