𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

103

2 MAY, 1998

TW; explicit violence

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Fred collapsed against the floor, with his eyes closed and with such a hard hit that I felt how the air escaped from my own lungs.

"George!" I grabbed the other twin's sleeve pointing at Fred on the floor. George got paler and he immediately started running towards his twin, trying to avoid the few curses that were still being thrown and with me following him right behind.

We both kneeled on the floor watching Fred still not moving.

"No, no, no, you son of a bitch, you better not be leaving me, blithering fuckin' wanker," George started to nervously mumble as I felt the tears starting to group in my eyes while he opened a bit Fred's shirt so he could catch air better.

If he was still catching air...

Fucking Merlin, it should be me. It should be me, not him.

"You better not leave your girl right now when you have just confessed, you fucking idiot, don't fuck with me like this," George protested again, trying to find Fred's pulse in his wrist while we felt all Weasleys running towards us, making a little circle.

I burst into tears, pressing my face against his chest.

Don't leave me, don't leave me, don't leave me.

It should be me the one going, not you. It should be me.

All the joy inside my heart had left me, leaving a sharply painful void in it.

"Don't you dare to leave me, Fred Weasley," I sobbed, against the fabric of his clothes. "You fucking promised you wouldn't leave me!" 

My tears started to wet his pullover as George started to get even more frustrated since he was still struggling to find Fred's pulse. Percy Weasley, behind us, was breathing incredibly erratic as if he was about to pass out and all the Weasleys, Liv and Pauline were holding their breaths, trying to contain the tears just in case they were mourning too soon.

"Don't leave me, Fred. I love you so much to let you go. I love you so much to lose you, please" I sobbed, choking with my own hiccups and tears. "Or at least take me with you. For Merlin's sake, Fred, take me with you. I can't live without you. Please, Freddie — please."

Then I heard it.

His heart was beating.

"IT'S BEATING!" I announced, incredibly nervous and relieved.

"HE HAS PULSE!" George said at the same time, with tears coming down his face with his fingers around his twin's wrist.

Fred took a deep breath, opening his eyes widely, with his face full of dust and some stains of blood. 

"Merlin's fucking left ball, what the hell—?" he burst, trying to catch air. He sat straight as best as he could and looked at all of us, slightly confused, especially focusing on me and paling at the sight of my tears. "Who died?"

"You almost did, you daft prick!" George replied, chuckling, wiping off his tears and hugging his brother.

"Did I?" Fred asked, quite puzzled, hugging back his twin. "Godric's balls, how fucking ironic would be me dying from a bloody explosion when I'm the biggest arsonist next to Seamus?"

George separated from him and his eyes quickly went straight to stare at me, his look softened and a little tender smile appeared on his face.

"Don't look at me with those watery eyes, my love, you're gonna break my heart," he spoke in a soft voice, shaking his head.