Obliviate || Fred Weasley (COMPLETE)

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I woke up in my own bed. My arm was fully healed, so I stretched out my arms. I rummaged through my clothes and found black leggings, a red flannel, and a red coat for the snowy day in Hogsmead. I changed into my clothes and brushed my hair.

I rushed out to the common room to find that all conversation stopped when I stepped out. Everyone stared at me with blank faces, so I was unable to figure out why they were so quite. I walked through the room and left, making my way down to the Great Hall. Again, I walked in and conversation ceased. What the bloody hell is going on?

I didn't see the twins anywhere, so I sat down alone and ate a brief breakfast. As I was leaving, I heard whispers from all around me. A Slytherin girl threw a piece of paper at me and shouted, "SCRUBBER!!!"

I left the room as quick as I could without running. I knew what that word meant. I don't know why they would call me a scrubber. I haven't even-..... I don't get it. What the hell? I found my way out of the building and into the snowy cold of the day. I ran to the Quidditch pitch and hid out in the Gryffindor team tent. I started to cry, realizing that everyone heard something about me that must really believe. Maybe Fred and George believed it.

I was still unsure of what "it" was, but I had a good feeling about what it might be. If you don't know, the term "scrubber" is used like the word "whore" or "slut" is used elsewhere. Anyways, I had chosen the tent to hide in because Quidditch was over for the season. Besides, Wood couldn't hold any meetings until he returned, he was at home for the holidays.

"Is it true?" I whipped my head around to see Fred and George standing just inside the tent with me.

"Is what true?" I asked.

"Don't play dumb, you know what I'm talking about," Fred replied.

"No, I really don't."

"If you don't know, why are you in here crying?" George budded in.

"Hmm, I don't know, maybe because I was just humiliated in front of the whole school by being called a scrubber," I said with anger.

"Maybe if you didn't screw around with Professor Lupin, nobody would call you anything," Fred spat back.

"Screw arou-.... That's what this is all about?" I questioned.

"Really? You're gonna keep on playing your 'I'm clueless' act? Could you sink any lower, Elizabeth?" Fred insulted. I flinched, his words carving me up like a jack o' lantern on Halloween. I said nothing. "I thought you would never lie to us about anything, El. What about that, huh? I thought we were best friends!"

"We are!"

"Then why the hell are you still playing your little game? You know exactly what you did! Why can't you just own up to it and be honest with me?" Fred yelled.

"Fred, I'm not lying to you! I have no idea what you're talking about!" Tears filled my eyes once more.

"There you go again! Say it! Say it out loud, Elizabeth! I need to hear it from you, what you did! Say it!"

"I didn't do anything you think I did."

"Ugh! You are killing me, Liz!" Fred grew even louder. "We all know you and Lupin went jingle-jangling last night! Why can't you just say it to my face?!?"

The room went quiet. "You think Lupin and I.... Had sex? No! I haven't seen Lupin for weeks and you think we...? I don't even fancy him, hell, I only know him because he's a friend of my uncle's. I'm sorry that you think so little of me, Fred Weasley. But you were wrong, and I guess I was wrong about you actually being my friend."

I walked out of the tent in tears, knowing my best friend didn't even believe me. Now I was truly and utterly alone.