Harry Potter imagines//preferences

Fred Weasley - Can't be

You were running around Hogwarts, dodging fighting wizards and witches. Lucius Malfoy was chasing you with Fenrir Greyback. "We'll get y/l/n!" Greyback growled. "Just like we've got you boyfriend Freddie." Malfoy sneered. You stopped dead and turned around. "What did you say?" You asked and you pointed your wand at them. They both smiled. "You know, we could kill you now. But letting you find out what we did is way funnier." "What are you talking about!" "He is dead! We killed him!" "No! He can't be." You stuttered and you ran away. You ran into George, who looked like he'd been crying. "George! Georgie, Malfoy said he killed Fred. But that can't be! Can it? Please tell me he's lying!" George looked at you and shook his head. It seemed as if the ground disappeared under your feet. "I'm sorry y/n." George led you to the rest of the Weasleys who were all standing around Fred. Fred lay slumpily against a wall. Dead. "Fred!" You managed to get out of your throat. Falling to your knees, you took him in your arms. "Fred? No! You can't be dead. Please. Please, wake up." Someone put a hand on your shoulder. George. "Y/n, I'm sorry." You got up and hugged him. "I'm sorry, George."
After the war, you never got married. George asked you to be his children's godmother and you accepted it gladly. You kept an eye on them while teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.