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Ongoing, Unang na-publish Dec 09, 2020
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"lis-ten to mee freddie, you have no idea" Elera sounds trembling
she still trying to reach fred, the tension is so high. she can see the anger at fred's eye.

"JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKING TRAITOR" Fred spat

and when Elera reach his wrist he released her hand roughly.

Elera never want this, she never want to betray her love. she was forced by the circumstances. She would never do that if she wasnt threatened by her step father. She never want this faith, she miss him. She missed freedie would be around her and comforting her. But its too late, Fred hate her already and he have  Angelina now. It hurts for Elera, she carrying Fred's baby and she have to face this situation. 

"okay then if you want this, but listen to me freddie this is will be last time you talk to me cause i'll swear on my own name that i'll never ever  talk to you again" she still sobbing and still sounds trembling

"oh shut up Windsor I couldnt care less" He doesnt mean it, he just too angry at the time

She walk away from Fred and angelina, sobbing, her heart wrenched, she hate herself already.
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I Know The End {Fred Weasley, ACT I} ni sirsophie88
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23 parte Ongoing Mature
"Ron, wait." I say walking past Fred and George and grabbing his arm. Ron whips his head back around, yanking his arm from my hand with so much force it causes me to stumble forward. "Do not touch me." Ron spits out, glaring at me, face red as he takes a step back. "Ron, can't we talk. This doesn't have to be the end of the world." I say trying to reason with him. Taking a step closer to him, but he continues to step away from me. "End of the world! Lily, you were sorted in Slytherin! Slytherin! I-i don't even know you anymore." Ron yells. Not giving me another moment he goes to the painting whispering the Gryffindor common room password and walking in, slamming the painting shut. Fred and George look between each other before going up to the door, giving me an apologetic tap on the head and muttering something about killing Ron before following him back into the Gryffindor common room. My heart shattering as the painting shuts behind them, shutting me out of their life. A/N This is the rewritten story of My Choice, I started it back in like 2022, but never finished. after learning all about writing, I have come back to it. I'm very excited to give you this new story, with new plot and a new tone. WARNINGS: This is more age accurate and time accurate. It will be more mature and unlike the book and the movies which are kid friendly. This story will NOT be kid friendly. For any trigger warnings I'll add at the beginning of a chapter or here in the description as I find them while rewriting or as they get added in. Remember that with this story it is a young girl getting outcasted by her family in a time of war. Also, she is not the hero! Just so everyone knows to begin with. I hope you guys enjoy as much as I have been rewriting this and making it more the story I want to tell TW: rape, drugs, anorexia,alcohol I believe right now that is all and all i remember that is in the original part of the story or I have added in.
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Hermione lay bleeding on the grass, holding a hand to the bloody stump that was once Fred Weasley's arm. Fred gazed back at her, begging for some sort of comfort but Hermione couldn't provide it. She had nothing to say. She had for a fleeting moment let herself relax. Let herself believe that Voldermort was dead, and therefore all was to be right in the world. There was to be weddings, parties and bright sunny Sunday mornings. She wasn't suppose to shed anymore blood. She wasn't suppose to lose anyone else. She'd lost enough people. She had killed enough. She had sacrificed enough. Hermione was tired, so beyond tired. Tired of losing. So she let her eyes flutter closed, and Fred watched as Hermione let herself once again, slip into a false sense of security. TW: dark themes, blood, death, fighting, hospitals, survival