Darling • Fred Weasley x reader

Chapter thirty two

A/N:
This is an important chapter and like I promised, there's some drama. I hope you guys like it :)

I step in inside and knock on the door to announce my arrival. "Professor Dumbledore?" I say, my voice echoing throughout the walls of his spacious office.

After a second, the tall, long white-bearded man glances up from his parchment that he is writing on and up at me. He wears a subtle friendly smile as he tilts his quill and places it on his wooden desk beside his work. "Good morning Ms. Brooke. I've heard about the last name incident from Hermione. Unfortunately, there isn't anything I can do since Professor Umbridge is from the ministry." He admits, making his way towards me.

"Oh, no it's not about that. Thank you though." I respond his expression shifts into one of curiosity about what I would be referring to. "I heard a woman in my dream last night, and she advised to me come to you. She didn't say why."

His look goes from curious to understanding as he nods his head. "What?" I ask, confusion flooding my face.

"I was waiting for this day to come." He looks over at me with great relief. "It's time." He leads me to the rounded vintage table in the corner of the room and I place my satchel down on the chair that sits closest to the fire. The crackles of the wood roam in the background as Dumbledore stands, gazing out of the tall, skinny window that frames the meadow in which is displayed in the front of the school.

"There are some things that were never told to you, for the sake of your own good." He holds his hands together as he takes a deep breath. He looks over at me, noticing the confusion and anxiousness that I hold.

"What is it?" I ask, my mind blanking.

"You should see it for yourself." He says in his low, coarse voice. He pulls his wand out of his sage robe and holds it out in front of himself. "May I?" he asks.

"May you what?" I ask.

"You have the memory, it's just been buried and forgotten in the lies."

I nod my head. He brings his wand to my temple and pulls out a string of light blue and white. "This little memory will unleash everything." He says, dropping the memory into the water.

He glides his wand through the air in a circle above the bowl, causing the water to flow along with it.

The water begins to glow a beautiful, pale blue at the bottom. He takes his wand away and nods his head. I hold my breath for a second before dunking my head into the water, the blue light glowing into my eyes slowly fades away as I begin to open them.

My vision goes from blurry to clear as my surroundings begin to form into a full scene. I recognize the place. The light yellow of the partially chipped wall paint, the glossy wooden floorboards, and the crib in the corner.

I glance down at my feet that are now stable on the ground. "Shh." Mrs. Potter whispers, rocking in the chair that sits in corner of the room as she holds Harry against her chest. In the same place as the picture, yet such a different scene.

All is well until Mr.Potter walks into the room. I notice a child trailing behind him. A h/c haired child, wearing a pink onesie and a bright smile. She stops in the doorway, wobbling as she does. "Y/n, come darling."

I stand frozen as I recognize the child as myself...her youthful features and happiness, all mine. The child waddles over to the man as he sits beside his wife. The baby makes her way over to him, his hands wrapping around her waist to pull her up onto his lap.

He begins playing peekaboo with the cheerful child, her giggles creating a smile on everyone's face. "No, this can't be true." I tell myself as my breathing becomes quickened. "That's impossible." I whisper, my stance becoming unbalanced.