Life and Love at Hogwarts - A Fred Weasley and Oliver Wood Love Story

Remember Me

If there was something I could do to turn the back the clock of fate, I would. If I had been two inches closer to him, I would be the one in the grave and not him. But unfortunately that’s not what happened. I watched him die right before my eyes. I can’t explain to you what it feels like, but it certainly does not feel good.

I shoved my hands in my pockets as I walked silently through the empty graveyard. I come here every day as I promise I made to him. I was never going to break any of my promises to him ever again. I had hurt him way too many times in the past and I knew it. His headstone was decorated with white tulips and a wreathe of pink roses. I hadn’t put them there so I figured his family had. I kneeled down next to the stone and ran my fingers over the carvings.

Fred Weasley. That’s who lay beneath the cold ground. He was my one true love and the only person I could be myself around. It’s been a year and a half now since he’s been gone. I think about him every second of every day wishing that somehow things could have been different. People were telling me I had to move on but I didn’t want to. I wished desperately that I could be lying right beside him. I had no one left in this world. My parents died many years ago and I had no siblings. I cut myself off from the rest of the Weasley family. They are the only remaining people left who love me. I decided to leave them because the only thing I felt around them was pain. I could see Fred in all of them. Especially George. I couldn’t bear to live with that pain so I left.

I began to write as a way to relive all of the memories we had together. From the beginning, when we first met at Hogwarts, to the end. I’m not sure what I wanted to gain from writing, but it was the only way I could feel at peace. When I wrote about us, it felt like I was really there again. I wanted to write it all down so I would remember it forever. I wanted others to know about our love and how it was so strong that it conquered all.

I usually stayed at the graveyard for three hours. Sometimes it was more depending on how afraid I was to live another day without him. Today I wanted to go home quickly. I knew that my time was running out and I had to finish our story. I would be with him soon. I lived in a small apartment in Hogsmeade Village. I liked being close to Hogwarts. It was the only place I had ever considered a home.

My desk was a mess, scattered with notes, papers and pictures of Fred and me. I pulled out my notebook from my drawer and grabbed my favorite quill with the long-lasting ink. My name is Troian Hale and this is our love story.