Chaos Ensues - A Fred And George Weasley Story

Another Goodbye

Double update y'all! I wanted to treat you since this is another semi-sad chapter, but the next one starts to pick up! Going to the store for some more tissues because I ran out. Y'all need anything?

The next several weeks passed by in a blur. School was weird.

It felt infinitely empty. No Fred and George and no Cedric. These hallowed halls seemed to close in on you every time you stepped through them.

You just kept your head down and buried in a book, working tirelessly at preparing for your O.W.L.S. When they finally came, you were pleased to know you passed with the marks you needed to stay on track.

As soon as school had ended, you were on the first train out to St. Mungo's. You breezed through the halls of the hospital to visit your parents.

They still hadn't gotten any better.

A year later, and they still remained practically lifeless.

Your breath caught in your throat as you walked into their rooms and saw them. It reminded you of Cedric. Though your parents were still breathing, they may as well not have been. You knew that they had lost their lives long ago. 

You just never wanted to let go.

Just as you knelt down beside them, there was a soft rapt on the door. You looked up and saw Fred and George standing there with flowers in their hands.

"What are you two doing here?" you asked.

"Ginny told us you'd be here. You hadn't returned any of our letters. We didn't know what you planned to do for the summer," explained Fred.

"Right...Well, I just had a talk with one of the healers. They think it's time I let them go."

"Oh, honey," breathed George. His eyes turned dark and heavy. They still stood in the doorframe, motionless.

"Well, don't just stand there," you chuckled.

Fred and George sat near you as you held onto your mom's hand. They watched you intently.

Tears started to pool, but you smiled.

"I can't let them go, but I know it's the right thing to do."

Fred sniffled a little. You weren't sure if he was crying because you couldn't tear your gaze from your mother's face.

"One time, when I was eight, I ran into a tree," you laughed. "Um, my parents loved muggle sports. Football especially. My dad got me a ball for Christmas that year, and I spent hours running around outside kicking it. I was so excited for him to see me that I was just running, and running, all while looking over my shoulder at him. 'Dad! Look at me,' I yelled to him. Wham! Right into the tree. The entire left side of my face was scraped up. It was fucked up for almost a week. Mum was livid at dad, but he couldn't stop laughing. I wasn't hurt, just ugly," you giggled.

You turned to look at the twins. They were smiling at your recollection. "I reckon nothing could make you ugly," stated Fred.

"I um, when I was 13, I had my first boyfriend. His name was Oliver. He had sandy blonde hair, and he was really sweet. My dad, this time, was the furious one. Practically chased Oliver out of the house when I brought him over. They were always really protective in their own ways. It used to drive me mad, but now I would give anything to hear them yell at me. Is that crazy?"

"Not at all. I dunno what I'd do if mum wasn't around to whip her dish towels at our heads," laughed George.

You looked up at George and smiled. "I heard you that day we were here. Before Christmas. I heard what you said to them." His face turned as bright as his hair.