Don't Leave Me || Fred Weasley (Book Two)

Epilogue

My eyes were slightly lidded as I stared blankly at the wall of St. Mungo’s hospital. My shoulders slouched, unable to move because I was too weak. I felt myself begin to move, my wheelchair turning away from the blank wall of my hospital room and towards the door. The nurse must be pushing behind me. I could just barely hear her soothing voice behind me. 

“Time for lunch Faye, I’llbe taking you to the dining hall” She placed a hand on my shoulder. I was getting stronger every day, but the feeling of her hand on my weak shoulder felt like ten pounds had been dropped on me. She removed her hand and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. 

We moved swiftly down the hall, and once we reached the dining hall she pulled me over to a table by myself. My back was to the rest of the room, and I didn’t have the strength to turn my head. I was simply a lifeless body, my mind trapped inside a prison. It has only been two weeks since the battle, and all of last week I was stuck in a coma. I woke a few days ago, and I’ve begun regaining some motor skills but not as fast as I hoped I would. The first thought on my mind was him. I cried the entire day I woke up, feeling a huge sense of loss for everyone taken by the battle. 

Just as the nurse came with my food on a tray and began feeding me, I caught a glimpse of that familiar fiery red hair out of the corner of my eye. My heart sped up in excitement, and when I saw him, I was slightly disappointed. I knew I shouldn’t get my hopes up. It’ll be awhile before I see him again. 

George sat next to me and I felt my lips slightly turn into a small smile at the sight of him. It’s nice seeing a familiar face. He looked worn down though, like he was trying to remain strong for far too long. 

“Sorry I’m the only one who could make it today, everyone is helping out at Hogwarts, trying to clean the place up and rebuild” George sighed. I wanted to reply, to have a conversation with him, ask all these different questions, but my head remained tilted to the side, my neck too weak to lift it, and my lips only parted slightly, no words able to come out.

“It’s fine, I’m sure Faye understands perfectly” The nurse nodded, and I did my best to smile so they knew I really did understand. “Also, we found out some exciting news today” The nurse gave George a huge smile. I felt my mood instantly drop, knowing this news should be good but it horrified me when I found out. 

“What is it?” George asked, wondering what other news could be coming. We already found out that Bellatrix and I were completely separated. The moment I was hit in the battle by her, she hit my scar. It triggered something and left me practically dead, such a small portion of my soul remaining in my body. I would have to build upon it from now on, and that meant I would be physically weak for a long time. I recently found out Molly finished the job after Bellatrix tried hurting Ginny, and after hearing that news I felt safe for the first time in years. However this morning they gave me this new news, and the feeling of safety vanished. 

“Well, Faye has been able to move her mouth more as you can tell. We ask yes and no questions and she is able to smile for yes and frown for no. Well, the other day we asked how she was feeling and she frowned. We found out she felt nauseous, had some headaches, cramping, and we figured it must have been due to her condition somehow. We ran some tests and well…” She trailed off, smiling. I looked to George who looked utterly confused. “She’s pregnant,” The nurse revealed. George’s face was first pure shock, and then he was the happiest I had ever seen him. You’d think he was the father. 

“P-pregnant?!” He exclaimed, a huge smile on his face. The nurse nodded. Everyone seemed happy except me. “Faye, this is incredible news!” George grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. I wish I could hug him, and tell him how terrified I was. I had nine months to regain my strength for this baby. I was a living breathing doll, the only part of my body that worked was my mind. How was I supposed to be home for another human? What if begging hurt in the battle hurt the baby? I almost died, that has to have impacted the baby somehow. And worst of all, Fred may never know he’s a father.