Fred Weasley Imagines

Intricacy on Strings - pt. 12

The school year was over. You rode in that boat without your best friends. You rode alone with nobody but your roomates who has been there for you since the death of Perry Bash. She held your hand when you cried for him, when you broke down because of Fred and she was there for you to get you your first apartment, your first job.

You held it together. You had to. No more Perry and no more Fred. Six months. You got this. The hard part was over. It's time to move on.

You looked around the dusty apartment, in need or repair on every corner.

But it was the cheapest you could find. Top floor and in rubble.

You loved it though. It was distraction. It was something you could fix, something you had control on.

So you dropped the box on the table, hearing it fall behind you and letting you laugh.

"Okay then."

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Who would have thought you would be done in two months? The flooring was done and the walls were dry and in nice pastel colour. The kitchen was the first to fix, living room was right after and the bathroom up next. The last was your bedroom, which was still in the making but for you it really wasn't a rush since you mostly slept on the couch, falling asleep meanwhile watching the TV after work.

You were waiting for your paycheck so you could finally buy a warderobe instead of always picking your clothes from your suitcase and other parts of apartment.

You were a Hufflepuff. You needed plants, despite how much you would remember to water them, which would probably be once every three weeks. Professor Sprout would shake her head in disappointment.

You looked over the clock and the calandar underneath it.

October.

You felt a memory flash across your mind.

You and Perry would have had a one year anniversary in only a few more days.

That put a smile on your lips. He always told you stories of how he would celebrate it with you.

But then again he didn't know that just two months later, after the winter holidays, you would go break up with him. That two months later on Christmas eve, Death Eaters would kill his parents, his little sister and him... him last because they wanted him to witness the death of all of his family.

Perry Bash. The Ravenclaw with aqua marine eyes.

You closed your eyes shut, squeezed them tightly until you felt tears fell from your dry eyes. All in that dark moment, you could have felt nothing but guilt and grief mixed with rage.

"He was so good." you heard yourself mumble. Not to yourself but to whoever was up there, controlling who lives and who dies. "He didn't deserve that."

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That was why you were at his grave, for the first time after ten months. Standing... standing and grieving at the sight of a gorgeous, marble grave made for the whole family. There was barely any flowers but mostly because his family lived all across the world.

You kneeled down at the foot of the grave, numb to the tears that left tracks on your cheeks, soaking into earth. You held a boquet of roses in your hands, squeezing them as you continued to read his name.

Pericles Indeevar Bash.

"Hm..." you quirked one eyebrow. "I thought you were just Perry." you thought, not aware that you thought outloud.

Pericles. You knew what it meant. It meant glory in Greek but Indeevar. That was something you have heard of but not so often to know its meaning and origin.

"Glory." you mumbled again, this time to yourself as you felt a wave of guilt wash over you. "At everything, huh?" you smiled up at the grave. "Quidditch, grades... even the stupid running." you turned your eyesight back to your awfully painted nails. You started to peel off the colour.

You felt so afraid. So guilty... You felt your heart will tear itself all over again.

"I'm so sorry, Perry." your voice was dry and heavy. You tried clearing it but it was as if something was scratching it from the inside.

You sniffed and wiped the tears as you looked up at the sky. Taking a deep breath, you realized just how cold October got. You were shivering but not from the cold. You were shivering because you were so sorrwoful. Your heart was drowning in it and there was just a small tip of the heart that wasn't wet yet, drowning in it. And it held itself like iceberg. You didn't want to drown in it.

Yes, you were scared.

Yes, you felt guilty.

Yes, you grieved but he had to know.

"I kissed Fred." you blurted out, your throat sore. "I kissed him that night when you played against his house. I told him I loved him. I wanted to leave you for him- but... but back then I didn't realize how much you meant to me until you were gone from me. Gone before I could say anything. When I lost you I felt like the weight of the world fell on me and I wasn't able to breathe. I wanted to but I couldn't because you weren't there to help me." you sniffed again. The runny nose was stopping you from your confession. You dragged it in and wiped every liquid from your face with your sleeve. "Those two months were the happiest months of my entire life. You kept your promise and made me happy every day and I was so selfish that I couldn't have done the same to you-" you threw your head into your palms and started sobbing right in front of the grave. "I'm so sorry, Perry!" you cried, unable to see nor breathe. You were cold. "I miss you so much!" you stopped thinking and just cried everything you felt; a mess of words and emotions. "I'm so alone, Perry." you continued to weep, wishing so hard he could hold you close, hold your hand, speak to you with his soothing voice, comfort you with his aqua marine eyes. "And cold!" you bawled, tightening the grip around you and holding yourself.

And when the wind blew against you like the usual October wind does, strong and dominant in its force, you would expect it to be cold and sharp because winter is around the corner but to you that wind felt as if it was hugging you whole, in its warmth and comfort, pulling you back on your feet and letting you fly travel away with him.

It felt familiar. It felt like an embrace, a gentle one that kept on holding you. It moved from your cold back into the front until you felt it only on the palms of your hands.

You looked up and stared at the nothingness. You wanted to believe it. You wanted to believe he was there because everything you had felt at this moment was excatly how he made you feel.

He made you feel safe. Safe and warm.... and not alone. He made your stomach fill with butterflies, your heart race and melt away the cold iceberg.

And your heart spoke instead of you. "I love you."

Saying that caused something to squeeze your hands and from the tips of your fingers, the warmth spread all over you.

It was magical but it was real and like he always managed to do... he gave you strenght.