Fred Weasley x Reader

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I'm gonna try and make this sad so you have been warned.

The battle of Hogwarts, I joined the order to defend the school I loved, and to fight alongside the people I loved. I dropped out of school alongside the Weasley twins, I helped around the shop and dealt with a lot of the money with the business. They needed a "responsible adult" there. I also wanted to stay with Fred. We got together back in 3rd year so of course I wanted to go with him.
When the order was reformed for the battle we all dropped everything to go. They needed every witch and wizard they could get their hands on.
A protective barrier had been formed around the castle and now we waited, waited for the inevitable, for the barrier to break and for all hell to break loose. I was instructed by professor McGonagal to go to one side of the castle and aid Remus and Tonx while Fred and George went the other way.
I grabbed Fred's wrist, stopping him. I pulled him into a tight hug, burying my face into his neck. "Don't you go dieing on me Weasley." I whispered, holding back tears. The thought was in the back of my mind. He could die today, I could, George could, anyone could. Today could be the last for any one of us.
"I'll try my best. That goes for you too. Both of you." He smirked.
"How did you?- I hadn't told you yet." I stepped back.
"You may be able to keep a secret from me just never tell George." He smiled wider than before. "Meet me in the great hall when this is over. I'll be waiting for you as usual." Even in this time, with all that faces us he still has the heart to be cheerful. I quickly pulled him to me, kissing him gently.
"I won't be late this time." I smiled before running off to find Lupin, at least he and Tonx fought side by side.
When the barrier broke I was right, it was like hell on Earth. I watched as Lupin and Tonx fell, I managed to kill the death eater that ended their lives. I stayed there to defend the position I held until it all stopped. I could hear Lord Voldemort in my head, telling us to give up and give Harry to him. Giving us time to deal with our dead. I asked for some help to move Lupin and Tonx to the great hall.
Once there I saw the Weasleys stood together. Before I walked over Arthur stopped me. "I'm sorry."
"Mr Weasley? What happened? Is everyone okay? Where's Fred?" He said nothing. I pushed past and ran over. I didn't believe what I saw, he was laying on a stretcher on the floor. "H-he's just unconscious. Right?" I knelt down. "Come on Fred. Wake up." I brushed my hand through his hair, his skin was ice cold. "No." I rested my head on his chest, searching for some sign of life. Nothing. "No!" I leant over him, crying, clinging onto his lifeless body for dear life. Sat beside me was George who was just as distraught as I. He just sat crying, holding his brother's cold hand.
I rested my forehead on Fred's crying continuously. "Did anyone see? Did anyone see what happened?" I asked around the family, all neutral faces, shaking their heads.
"I saw." A young girl spoke, from the looks of her she were in her second or third year. "I was pretending to be dead." I beckoned her over. She limped over to me and sat beside me. "I doubt it will make anything better, but if it eases your pain he died laughing. The spell the death eater used, Uh, Rictumsempra. It caused him to laugh to the verge of tears, he was disarmed and killed. The killing curse is quick isn't it? He wouldn't have felt anything." She gave a weak smile, hoping it comforted me. "He fought with such determination. It was a cheap shot from the death eater. I'm sorry I didn't stop him for you."
"No. It's okay. Your family have you to go home to them. I just wish it wasn't Fred." I felt a hand on my shoulder and for the first time I looked up at George. I immediately got up and walked away.
-6 months later-
I have been staying with the Weasleys since the battle. Now nearly 7 months pregnant, I can't exactly do much. I help around the house, keep Molly company while everyone else is at work, or trying to rebuild the burrow at weekends. There's only one thing, I cannot look at or speak to George. I know it's stupid but he just, he just looks so much like Fred. I love George dearly, I do but it's hard. I can only imagine what it's like for him to look into a mirror.
I'm currently looking through the daily profet, the quidich season is surprisingly still going ahead, when I felt the couch dip next to me. I only needed a glance to know who was beside me. "George." I greeted, refusing to look at him. "How was the shop today?" I asked.
"Not very busy. How's the baby?" He asked, I still have to fight tears when he speaks.
"Quiet for once. I am still convinced it's a boy." I smiled. "I-if it is... I want to call him Fred. I know i always used to say that naming a boy after his father was just big headed but I think this is different. Would you be okay with calling your nephew Fred? If it would be too hard I won't do it I just... I miss him. Still. He should be here, curled up on the sofa, joking about this and that, talking, laughing. Not having him makes all of this," I gestured to myself "harder."
"I know how hard it is. I do, more than anyone, I think calling the baby Fred would be a wonderful idea." I smiled to myself.
"George?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"Could you do me a favour?" He waited for me to continue, "could you look me in the eyes and tell me that you are okay." He thought for a moment then realised the reasoning behind my request. I looked up at him, seeing every feature I'd grown to love, I could see Fred in him.
He placed his hand gently on my cheek. "I'm okay." He smiled at me. I pulled the brother into a hug.
"Now tell me honestly George," I spoke into his good ear, "how do you feel?"
"Broken, hurt, like I'd never feel joy again. But Fred wouldn't want that. I go back to the shop for him. And I'll help take care of my niece or nephew, like he would want me to." He smiled.
"Thanks George."

Ok I'll be honest I STILL cry at Fred's death.
Unpopular opinion: I cried more at Fred's death than I did at Dobbie's.

-Jadieelynchx

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