Golden || Fred Weasley (ON HOLD)

Chapter 11

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Luftmensche (n.)

An impractical dreamer with no business sense; 

one with their head in the clouds.

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I sat alone in my room per usual knowing Sirius didn't want me leaving the safe house. I had asked multiple times to go out and see my friends, but every time I was shot down. I know that it's for the best, yet I couldn't seem to come to terms with it. I wished every day for something good, and nothing came. Sitting on the small balcony, watching the stars whisper and glow. I knew something was up. I focused all my energy but only got simple answers. Most were happy things, but the last thing I heard shook me a bit. Something bad was going to happen at Hogwarts this year. I decided that was enough for tonight, heading back inside. The yellow jumper that wrapped around my small frame had started to fray on the sleeves. My grey sunken eyes, looking back at me in fear. The older I grew, the more I started to look like my father. I just stood looking at myself, trying to find any answers. I knew I could run away, but the chances were very unlikely. My father never wanted to talk about me anymore only Harry. I stayed in my room with the door locked, unsure if I even wanted to talk to him. I knew he'd want to know more about Harry, but I wish he'd appreciate me for once. Grabbing the leather notebook I wrote in it hoping he was still awake. 

L: Fred?

F: what's up?

L: I can't do it anymore. 

F: Do what?

L: Lupin left because of his transformation, and all my father wants to talk about is Harry. 

F: Are you still being held in the house?

L: Yeah, it's unfair and I really want to run away. He wants Harry to move in with us eventually, but I know I'll just be forgotten.

F: I can ask Mum to talk to him and let you come here for a bit?

L: I don't want to bother Molly, she hardly knows me. 

F: Trust me she'd do anything for you she always asks me when I'll bring you over. 

L: well at this rate I'm never getting out of here. 

F: give me a few minutes I promise I'll get you out for even an hour.

L: alright :)

Closing the book, I felt a wave of guilt wash over me. I knew having Molly talk to Sirius would help, but at the same time, I didn't want him to be mad at me. Spending half of my summer stuck in a house was not what I imagined. You'd think after being away from your own daughter for 12 years, you'd like to get to know her and care for her. He was kind most days, but other days he was cold. Having no contact with anyone killed me. I felt myself slowly slipping down into a depression again. I let the tears flow down, almost as if it had become a natural thing. Grabbing the notebook, I walked down the stairs to the living room, not caring how cold the floor was. I sat there next to the fire, watching it burn. The warmth was overflowing, making me feel safe. I felt someone watching over me and wiped my tears away, turning around. To my surprise, it was Remus who gave me a sad look.