Chaos Ensues - A Fred And George Weasley Story

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I don't know if I should stop saying I'm not going to update or that I'm taking a break from writing because I ALWAYS go back on that word lmao. Y'all are probably like WHAT A CRACKHEAD PLEASE GET SOME REST. Well I'll tell you this. No.

I COULDN'T RESIST. I'm sick rn, so all I wanted to do was crawl into the comfort of my soft Weasley boys. P.S. I'm so sorry.

A few days later, you woke up to knocking on your bedroom door. You grumbled some raspy response, and in walked Fred with a letter. 

"Hedwig came by today. Harry sent you a letter."

"Oh, okay," you whispered while sitting up in bed.

Harry was your friend, so it wasn't necessarily weird, but he wrote to Ron and Hermione more than he ever did you.

Fred handed you the letter and kissed the top of your head for a long moment before leaving for work.

Does he haunt your dreams?  Every time I close my damn eyes, awake or asleep, I see him. I see him falling to the ground in death. It plays on repeat in slow motion. I wasn't even really his friend. I'm not sure why it affects me so much. Then I realized that if it does, it probably affects you so much more. So, I wanted to write and see how you are. I don't mean to dredge up old and horrible memories. I'm just feeling really alone in how I feel. You're the only person I know personally who had any kind of relationship with him. I went to see his dad a few weeks ago. I tried offering him my tournament winnings. I don't need them, but Amos refused. He seems so broken. It should have been me. Cedric left so much behind. I don't know who to turn to. No one else knows how it feels to have so much taken away from them at the hands of Voldemort. How are you getting through the days? I need something. Anything.

Your heart ached as you read Harry's words over and over. Ached for him, ached for Cedric, ached for yourself. You quickly scuttled into the living room to rife around for some parchment to write him back.

Hi, Harry.  I can't imagine how you feel. To actually have been there and witnessed it, that's horrible. Know this: Cedric respected the hell out of you. You did him and his father a great service by bringing his body back. I know you probably think there was more you could have done, but there's not. Stop blaming yourself, because Cedric would hate that. He would understand even in the cruel unfairness of it all. I too have nightmares. They always start off as nice dreams. Just me and him hanging out like old times. I turn away for a moment, and when I look back, he's dead. Always dead. It's always different. Like, he dies depending on what situation we're in or what we're doing. It's horrible. They've gotten lesser and lesser. I think I have Fred and George's presence in my life to thank for that. Harry, I know I have lost my parents to Voldemort too. Not directly, of course, but indirectly. And now I have lost Cedric to him. But I am not the only person who has traumatic experience with Voldemort. I love you, I do. But you never open up to anyone. Even those closest to you. Did you forget that Ginny was controlled for an entire year by Tom Riddle? That she nearly lost her life because of it? I know it's not quite the same, but it's something. And Ron and Hermione will always be there to listen to you. I say this because I know you. I know that you've probably been telling everyone that you're fine, and you're obviously not. We can't solve your problems. I wish we could. But we can shoulder some of the weight for a while. Take care of yourself, Harry. Remember what people mean to you. What you mean to them. That's a good way to honor Cedric's memory.

Hedwig was still hanging around the living room, so you rolled up the letter and attached it to her foot and watched her take off.

You stood by the window and watched her fly into the distance, and then you watched the busy streets below. Cars weaving about, people rushing off to work.