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You're about to down the vial of Polyjuice, but Fred's eyes on yours make you stop. You slowly pull the vial away from your lips and stare at your boyfriend. He hasn't taken the potion to look like Harry Potter yet.
"What?" You ask.
"I don't...I don't want you to take the potion, Y/N." He responds.
Your eyebrows furrow. "Um, Fred, I have to. We have to. To save Harry Potter."
Fred leans in close, his eyes filled with concern. "But what if something happens to you?"
"Something might, Fred. But something might happen to you too. Something could happen to any of us. But we can't live in fear of that. We can't live in fear of the future because it keeps us from living in the present. Fear is of the future. There is no fear in the past or in the present—fear is only of what we can't see or control."
He takes a deep breath. "I know." He whispers.
You smile at him and then kiss his cheek. "I'm going to be okay. We're going to be okay." You assure him. He smiles a little. You hold the vial up to your lips and then salute Fred with it.
"See you on the other side." You say, before drinking it. Fred pauses for a second and then follows suit.
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You're on a flying broomstrick with your father, Remus Lupin. Fred is flying with Arthur, a little ways behind you. "Are you doing okay, Y/N?" Your father asks.
"Never been better." You drawl out. You smile at him over your shoulder. It fades when you spot something—someone.
"Dad?" You warn, your eyes wide.
He looks behind him and stiffens. "Death Eaters" He breathes under his breath.
"What?" You say. Suddenly you spot them—the Death Eaters. "We need to go!" You exclaim to your father. You veer quickly to the right, trying to lose the Death Eater that's trailing behind you. You glance around for Fred and Arthur but you can't see them. Your heart pounds nervously. The Death Eater aims your father's back.
You hear, "Sectumsempra!"
Suddenly you feel a wild slash against your head. Pain shoots against your head. You cry out loudly.
"Y/N!" You hear Fred scream.
"Y/N, are you all right?!" Your father exclaims. Your hands cover the side of your head. You pull your hand away when you feel something sticky on the side of your head. You look at your hand and your eyes widen. Blood. You touch the side of your head, feeling for your ear. But you can't feel it. There's just a hole. You feel sick to your stomach. You lean forward, about to pass out.
"Y/N!" Your father shouts grabbing onto you to keep you from falling off the broomstick.
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You wake up in the Burrow, surrounded by the Weasleys and your father. You slowly open your eyes to see Fred peering down at you worriedly.
"What happened?" You murmur.
"You're okay, honey. You're okay." He says soothingly, caressing your hair.
"Severus accidentally hit you, Y/N." Your father explains. You quickly reach your hand up to your ear and your heart sinks when you finger the bandage.
"Oh." You sigh. "It's gone. My ear is gone."
Fred nods solemnly. "I'm so sorry." He whispers.
You swallow past the lump in your throat. You smile before you can start to cry. "It's-it's okay." You reply hoarsely.
"Can you leave us alone for a minute please?" He asks everyone in the room. They shuffle out, leaving you both alone. You stare at Fred as tears pool in your eyes. "Hey, hey, hey, you're going to be okay." He whispers, sitting down beside you. He cups your face as two tears slide down your cheeks. He gently wipes them away.
"I'm going to look so..." You start to say.
"Beautiful." Fred finishes for you with a smile.
"Your ears did not define you, Y/N. You're beautiful whether you have two ears or one. I will love you either way."
You smile sadly and sniff. "Thank you." You choke out.
He hugs you. "I love you, Y/N. You don't know how much, but I do." He whispers earnestly.
You pull your head back to look at him and caress his face. "I love you too, Fred." You smile. He leans forward and kisses you passionately.
"Oh, so this is what you needed a minute alone with my daughter for." Remus Lupin says from the doorway. Fred jumps up and you look down, blushing.
"Oh! No, sir, no, no, no." Fred gasps.
Remus narrows his eyes. "I'm watching you, Fred Weasley. I'm watching you." He says, before backing out of the door and out of sight. Fred looks back at you sheepishly.
"He's just giving you a hard time, Fred." You laugh softly.
He sits down beside you. "Are you sure?" He asks worriedly.
You roll your eyes. "Come here." You say before grabbing his shoulders and kissing him.
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Fred and you dance at Bill and Fleur's wedding reception soon after the Battle of the Seven Potters. Lively music plays and Fred twirls you around, laughing. He pulls you against him and you grin up at him. For the first couple of days of not having an ear, you were very self conscious. But Fred has been helping you through it and you're getting better.
Suddenly people start crying out in alarm as a blue bolt shoots through the tent. Fred and you jump back, in each other's arms. It's Kingsley's Patronous.
"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgoer is dead. They are coming... They are coming." It says.
Fred and you glance at each other. The message disappears. People start talking and moving out of the tent quickly. Molly Weasley is ushering everyone out. Suddenly darkness falls. Shadows come through the tents.
"Death Eaters!" You scream. Everyone starts shouting and running. Everything is in chaos. Fred grabs your hand and takes off running, pulling you with him. "Go, go, go!" You exclaim as Fred and you disapparate.
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Fred and you end up on a county road. "Fred." You breathe in relief as he hugs you tightly.
"Are you all right?" He asks worriedly.
You nod against his shoulder. "Are you?"
"Yeah." He sighs.
You clutch onto each other tightly. "Poor Bill and Fleur. Their happy day didn't even end happy." You frown.
"I hope everyone is okay." Fred says, pulling back from you, biting his lip.
"What are we going to do?" You question.
Fred shakes his head. "I don't know. Make our way back to the Burrow, I think." He holds out his hand and you slide your hand into his. He smiles a little at you. "We're going to need a rain check on that dance."
You laugh softly. "I'm free anytime." You say.
He steps close to you. "Maybe soon you and I will have a day like Bill and Fleur did today—just not with any Death Eaters." He whispers, a ghost of a smile on his face.
You look down, blushing. "I'd like that." You murmur, before dragging your eyes up to his.
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