^𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒟𝒾𝑒𝒹^

~ BROTHER ~

George,

I know my handwriting is totally terrible right now, truth is, I can't stop shaking. I'm stuck in a horrible tent while flashing around the country to save lives.

I love you.

It sounds weird, but I do. Dumbledore has once told me to tell those I love that I do, while I was still alive. And I was a fool to ignore his warnings because now I know I don't have the courage in me to do it.

I wrote these letters for everyone, please assure them that I would gladly have given my place for anyone, I was dying anyway.

I love you, and I want you to grow old with a happy family in that family home you always spoken of. Where you could teach the kids how to prank, and Fred would always be there to support you through every bad decision you show the kids.

I love you, and you deserve the world. Sadly, I couldn't give it to you.

I love you. Yours, Rosie

"Hi, Harry" Rosie smiled softly, and Harry had to look twice before he assured himself that it was Rosie in front of him—in what looked like the train station in London, she was sat on a bench peacefully and he almost cried there.

"I'm sorry your dead too" Harry responded, sitting down next to her quickly, and she leaned her head into his shoulder slowly, and the two almost sighed as they were finally with their friend.

"Dead, it's a weird word" Rosie mused, "I am dead"

"I am too, I guess" Harry sent her a small weird look, concerned with her slightly. "I know that Hermione and Ron will finish off the snake, then it's just him"

Rosie hummed slightly, "I'm sure you would like to help though?"

"I'm dead" Harry deepened as he looked at her, "I might as well just hope for the best, and I'll see them when it's their time..."

Rosie smiled softly as she saw the heartbroken expression on his face, before she pulled her head away and sat up properly, standing up and holding a hand out to him. "Come"

Harry took it reluctantly and let himself be dragged so that he was standing up, "where exactly are we?"

"Wherever you may think" Rosie responded in a dream-like tone, and Harry could tell that something was off with her.

"Rosie, why did you push Fred? You could've dived with him" Harry quizzed, and the girl next to him abruptly paused, staring at the floor with an unknown expression as her smile dropped.

"You know, you saw" Her voice seemed slightly higher.

"Every time someone lived that was supposed to die, you lost a part of yourself?" Harry repeated, watching her closely as her face turned sad.

"It was nature's way of punishing my father for abusing his power" Rosie explained in a small tone, her eyes meeting Harry's again. "Usually the visions don't kick in until they're around eleven, I was born with them"

The pair soon started to walk again, in a peaceful silence, and Rosie began to whimper slightly, causing Harry to drag her into a hug quickly.

"I didn't want to die!" Rosie cried out, her arms circling around Harry's neck as his arms were wrapped around her waist. "I was supposed to live and—and tell George how I feel about him, and have Fred trade me for years, have Ginny correct my dark fashion taste—a-and I was supposed to see Teddy grow up with my dad"

Harry didn't speak and instead circled his thumb in her waist, and he almost cried with her until her spotted someone else behind the pair.

"I'm holding up the future" Rosie suddenly stated seriously, pulling Harry away from her before she pushed him away. "You'll all be okay one day, it'll seem almost like a bad dream"

Harry walked towards the figure with confusion, what did Rosie mean?