Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter 47

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That night at dinner Molly and Sirius had gotten into quite the row over Harry's involvement in the Order. After arguing with the twins, her husband, and Sirius, Molly finally gave up and allowed Harry's questions to be answered. The twins were enraged and demanded to stay and along with them Ron, Hermione, and I also learned more about what was happening. We learned of Dumbledore's recruiting and how his name was being bashed by the Ministry, of Voldemort's recruiting and plans, and of a secret weapon. Of course once we were sent to bed Hermione and I relayed all of the information to Ginny before finally sleeping. 

The next morning I was softly shaken awake before the sunrise by non-other than a certain twin. 

"Freddie?" I whispered. 

"Y/n/n, are you okay?" His voice trembled.

"What's wrong? What happened? What time is it?" I sat up quickly, peering through the darkness, but I couldn't see anything. 

"Nothing. I'm okay, you're okay," he sounded relieved as he repeated, "you're okay."

"Yes, but you aren't." 

Before he could argue I stood, gently taking his hand and leading us out of the room and to the living area on this floor. 

I sat on the rug in front of the fireplace, back pressed against the sofa. I watched as he sat beside me, head tossed back, staring at the ceiling. The fireplace, even in the summer, was still lit and the light coming from it threw dark shadows onto his worried face. The ancient clock on the wall showed it was nearly three in the morning. 

"Fred?" I barely spoke.

It took him a moment but he turned to look at me, his forehead creased as if in deep thought and a frown in place of his usual smirk. 

But his eyes worried me the most. 

His gorgeous, swirling cinnamon eyes, the ones always filled with undeniable mischief and spice for life were now mixed with something different. Fear.

He reached up a shaky hand and cupped the side of my face, "It felt so real."

I leaned into his hand while asking, "What did?"

"I had a night terror."

"Oh, Freddie. What happened?" I mumbled softly.

He continued to look at me intensely while whispering again, "There was a war. And you got hurt. Bad. And I couldn't do anything and no one could help."

His thumb brushed over my cheek as he continued to talk, "I have a bad feeling. Like things are going to get bad soon."

I leaned into his chest, both of his arms automatically wrapping around me. 

We sat in silence for a moment before I finally spoke, "I'm okay, love. We're all okay. If things get bad then we'll just get through it together like we always have."

He rested his chin on my head and tightened his grip a little as if making sure I wasn't going to vanish and that I indeed was safe. 

"You ready to go to bed yet?" I asked softly, running a hand gently along his arm. 

"Can we stay here just a little longer? Please?" He whispered. 

"'Course, Freddie."

The steady ticking of the clock and quiet creaking of the house became a sort of lullaby. Soon my eyes grew heavy and I eventually felt his head droop off of mine and onto his shoulder. Even while he slept, his arms still wrapped around me.