Forever and always, until the end (Fred Weasley&Anertha Diggory) WattyAwards2013

The Daily Prophet

Written 16/12/13

The Daily Prophet {Linked to book}

It had been four days since Anertha returned from the ministry battered and bleeding. Molly had done a wonderful job with healing her. She was still bandaged but at least the weeping had stop and the pain was minimal. She dressed as best she could but Fred had to assist in getting her blouse on, he took the chore well, she swore he took his time on purpose. He remained sitting on bed whilst she scraped her hair back using the mirror on the far wall. George entered the room, walking into the chair beside the door, his nose buried in a copy of the daily prophet. 'Ow...' He groaned as he put the copy down on the chair to rub his foot, Fred smirked shaking his head. 'You don't have eyes at the top of your head George.' 'No but it would be useful.' He continued to rub his foot. 'Or you could just watch where you are going.' Anertha said sarcastically, not facing them but looking at him using the reflection of the mirror. 'What are you so intently reading anyway?' She them turned and looked to the paper on the seat. 'Well....I'll leave you to read it. Fred....' He gestured for his brother to leave with him, a rather confused Fred followed, looking behind him at her shrugging as he left. Confused herself, she stepped forwards and picked up the inked paper. Her eyes ran over the headline and her heart sank. She sat down on the bed, still reading the article below the headline. The ministry had finally admitted Lord Voldemort's return. She was relieved that people would now stop saying Cedric's death was an accident but this was also a hard reminder that she had lost him. He was murdered. She threw the paper to the floor, letting all the little pieces flitter around the room. When Fred returned to the room some time later she didn't lift her head, she continued to stare to the floor. 'George filled me in....Annie....please don't look so crestfallen, this is good news. Well it's not good for the wizarding community but it means....' 'I know what it means.' She says looking up to him. Her eyes switching from sadness to one of humour. 'What are you wearing?' She laughed, as she looked Fred up and down. He was wearing a shiny green jacket, George joined him wearing the same jacket. She put her hand over her mouth, stifling a bigger laugh. 'This my love is the finest dragonskin. Me and George thought we would treat ourselves as the shop is doing well and we thought it would look flashy when we pick Ron and Ginny up from the station in a few days.' He grinned proudly. 'Look we got you one too. Fred knew your measurements....clearly.' He held out a smaller jacket, smiling. She took the jacket and surveyed it. 'Oh no....no I'm not wearing that. We will look like an oldies rock band.' She chuckled. 'Oh come on spoil sport. Don't you want to look awesome when the others see you at the station?' Fred smirked. Anertha's eyes shot open. 'What? I'm not going. I have no reason too.' George gave her an exasperated look. 'Yeah...you do...the others haven't seen you since, well, you know...the ministry stuff. Last time they saw you, you were bleeding and well you could have died for all they knew.' Fred flashed him a 'you're a loonatic' look before turning back to Anertha. 'What he means is, they would love to see you all healed.' Anertha sighed. She didn't feel like a trip to King's Cross. 'I suppose. But I'm not wearing that.' 'Think about it?' Fred pleaded, wrapping his arms around her. 'Fine, I'll think about it.' She ended up not wearing it to the complaint of George, but Fred let it go. She had sweet talked him into letting it go with something else. Always worked a charm.