Undying Devotion: A Weasley Love Story.

Chapter 22: Fred's Regret.

It’s hard to believe that it has been a whole month since Cedric’s funeral. I have my bad days where I cry a lot and want to be left alone to pity myself, but luckily, I have more good ones than bad ones. Usually, I’m anxious to fight back against Voldemort, only I’m not sure what to do so I sit around all day scheming trying to get a glimpse into his future.

Today I’m sitting underneath a tree in the orchard, talking with Fred. Together we are scheming on ways to have Gryffindor’s test the joke store products. Lately Fred and George have been on many breakthroughs to new inventions, mostly thanks to Harry who gave his Triwizard winnings to them. I’m not supposed to know, though.

“Hey, you two! Come play Quidditch against Ginny, Ron, and I!” George bellows from across the orchard. I give a fake laugh and continue my scheming.

“Why not?” Fred prods trying to pull me off the ground, to the other side of the orchard where we will play. It’s too nice of a day to die from a tragic fall.

He continues to pull at me so I wrap my arms tightly around the tree. “I’m going to need some help over here!” Fred yells to his siblings. They happily oblige and soon I’m grudgingly being told what I have to do, throw a ball through a hoop, and try not to die. Fred hands me a broomstick looking all too pleased with himself. I scowl as I mount it and soar in the air. I grip my broom tightly as I look down.

“Guin catch!” Fred yells throwing me the Quaffle. I, surprisingly, catch it. I hold for a moment staring in disbelief. “Guin, go!” He yells at me again throwing me back into the game. I speed off towards the goal, only I cannot remain in a level position

“NO! NO! NO! NO!”I scream at my broom as I’m flying to the ground, tip of the broom about to pierce the earth. My broom doesn’t listen to me and I go tumbling off leaving my broomstick upside down sticking out of the earth like a post.

“Guinevere! Are you ok?” I hear Ron, Ginny, Fred and George’s voices all mingles together. I groan as I roll over and wipe the mud off of my face. If I could spit fire, I would. All four of them have a good laugh at my expense.

“Wow, thanks!” I yell sarcastically getting up and trudging back towards the house to get in the bath but no sooner than I get to the door, I feel myself being lifted from the ground. Either twin has a grip under my arm and they are soaring through the sky, me dangling between them.

“Put me down!” I scream completely terrified. I hear the twins laugh evilly so I shriek louder and they stop. At first I think I have won but instead notice Myron, lead singer of the Weird Sister’s, a few feet in front of me. I look down and smile, momentarily forgetting my life is literally in the hands of two evil boys.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Myron yells up at me, grinning at Fred and George. I roll my eyes as the twins put me to my feet and leave to put their brooms in the shed. “So, how’s everything been?” He asks suddenly becoming serious. My eyebrows rise in surprise so I hurry to act as though nothing out of the ordinary has happened.

“What do you mean?” I ask stubbornly, pretending that I don’t know that he is asking me how I’m coping with Cedric’s death. He takes the hint and drops the conversation.

“Do you think Voldemort has really returned?” Myron asks looking out towards the setting sun. He looks just as scared and confused as the rest of the wizarding world right now.

I study him before I decide to tell him about my vision and how I seen everything. He looks absolutely mortified. “I had hoped that it wasn’t true.” He finally says after a while of comprehending the meaning of our current misfortune.

“I think the rest of the world is in your shoes. But fact of the matter is it is true and the sooner we accept it, the sooner we can find a way to end it.” I tell him still observing his reactions. He gives me a half smile and places his hand on my cheek.