WICKED HATE | FRED WEASLEY

29

NIGHTMARES

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"You finally decided to talk to me?" Snape burst as soon as I put a foot inside the room.

"Remus convinced me."

"Professor Lupin," he attempted to correct me.

"His name is Remus," I said, looking at him with boredom.

"There's no reason at all for you to call him by his name, you're not friends."

"What do you want, Snape?"

He sighed, "How are you feeling?" he asked trying to come closer to me and slightly softening his tone.

I didn't hesitate.

"You can stop pretending you care."

"Can you stop being so disrespectful? I'm trying to behave as your relative."

"I don't give a fuck about how you want to behave today, tomorrow you'll go back to behave like Dumbledore's muppet."

"I came here personally to see how you were feeling. I know you miss your home."

"Still don't give a fuck, Snape. And don't be such a liar, I know you came to give information to the Order." I crossed my arms.

Someone knocked on the door, interrupting Severus's response. Without waiting for any of us to speak, Dumbledore entered the room.

"Severus, I'd like to have a word with you." the old man said, ignoring my presence, and addressing Snape straightly.

I have to admit I felt a little current covering me, even though he was far away from being my cup of tea, he was still the greatest wizard alive and he intimidated me a lot.

"Sure, sir, my niece was already leaving."

Without any other word, I went straight to the other studio on the same floor to have a fucking cigarette in peace. I didn't even bother to turn the lights on, just went to the window in the middle of the darkness, and lightened my cig.

I was feeling as tired as the first day I got here, these last months were being a rollercoaster. Trying to leave my mind blank not to think about anything, I stayed in silence for as long as my cigarette lasted. A couple of minutes later, I noticed how someone turned on the light, so I turned around.

"What are you doing here?" I ask coldly when I saw him.

He was looking different. Still wearing the same clothes I saw him going out with, but now his ginger hair was way shorter than before, making him look more mature and older. It suited him, but I wouldn't admit it aloud, I was still hella pissed off at him.

"Grabbing some cigs," he responded with a soft tone. "I will not bother you for too long, promise."

"Nevermind, I'm already leaving." I started walking, using the same cold tone, and crashing my shoulder against his as I got out.

This time, I went straight to my bed and fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow, hoping the next day would better.