Not Like The Rest - Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter 17

Beware. Way more swearing than usual.

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     My mind raced. This was so sudden. Learning such information only after hours of discovering symptoms seemed rather unusual, especially since I've never expect such thing of myself. Dariemese. Seems like such an unusual title for me to have. To own. To be labeled.

     As Madam Pomfrey stated, I am, and will become, a target. My powers will forever be a gift, but a burden on myself and everyone associated with me. It's not fair. It's never been fair. My loved ones shouldn't be effected by this. They shouldn't have to go through the secrecy, unless I don't tell them, which would be wise. A secret like this to hold could turn their lives into a living hell, therefore further convinces myself to shield it from everyone I know.

     But there is the possibility that it will come out. Eventually it will have to. It's inevitable. If it happens too soon, it could kill me. I'll have to think this through carefully. Every step I make has to be planned prior, or I'll never make it. My life will slowly crumble before my eyes and I'll diminish to nothing more than a weapon of war. At least, that's what I'm going to be thought of.

     How would everyone think of me when they find out? Would the bullying stop? Instead of teasing, would I be feared by my peers? Especially, how would my friends think? It could change our friendship forever. Or worse. Demolish it. My friendships are already total shit, so for something this important to come out, they would abandon me without a second thought.

     I still don't completely understand the Dariem Wielder and their powers. I understand that they're very powerful, but how powerful? If people seek their abilities for weapons, they must be extremely powerful, right? I also know they require training. So, am I going to train too? Personally, I wouldn't mind that. 

     I was never really taught much self defense as a kid. Of course I knew the basics, but I never truly needed to learn. My childhood was very controlled and rarely did I find myself in a situation where I would need to fight with my bare hands. It would be nice for me to finally learn. Maybe training for this will improve my magic skills with a wand.

     "Are you alright?"

     I met Madam Pomfrey's eyes once more, acknowledging where I was. I remember now. I'm still in her office, just minutes after I learned what I really was; what I would become. She gripped my forearms with her hands, holding me tight and supportive. Her fingers were bleak as ice. One hand shifted to my cheeks, softly stroking my skin. I could feel her words through each swipe. Don't worry. I'm here. 

     I connect our hands, and give her a slight nod. "I just need some time to think."

     "Well, I did tell Professor Dumbledore while you were unconscious. He requires to see you as soon as you're ready." She said, removing her hand from my skin. "Of course, I do have to ask you to keep this between the three of us."

     I smile. I know, I thought. "Thank you for everything."

     "Anytime, dear." She replied, opening the door for me to exit through. I nod in her direction, smiling with sincerity and appreciation. She returned my kind gestures, mirroring them. Once I had exited the room, she shut the door behind me, leaving me in the nearly empty room.

     I scanned the beds until I spotted Fred playing with his wand, causing bottles of God knows what levitate through the air. His back is arched as he lazily waves his wand, his other hand occupied with his chin and his arm propping it up. I shake my head and approach the dumbass I call my best friend.