That Weasley Twin 4 (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Chapter Seven

***Y/N's POV***

I ran into the Great Hall, looking around as dead bodies surrounded me. People were mourning over their lost ones, standing by their bodies as they continued to cry. I had been looking everywhere for the Weasley's, Evelyn was helping me, but we couldn't find anyone. I was scared out go my mind. 

What if something had happened to them, I thought.

I looked around the Great Hall for the Weasleys, but they were no where to be found. I couldn't see anyone. I finally caught a glimpse of red hair as a crowd of people moved out of the way. I quickly noticed Molly and ran up to her as fast as I could. She looked depressed, like something terrible had happened. I ran up to her, grabbing her by the arms as she looked at me with sorrow.

"Oh my dear! You're okay!" She beamed, smiling at me.

I could still see that she was heartbroken by something, I just didn't know what.

"Whats wrong?" I asked. "Wheres Fred?"

At the mention of his name, she sighed, pointing towards a group of red-heads as I watched them mourn over the body lying on the floor. I couldn't see who it was, as they crowded them. I quickly walked over to them, Percy stopping me before I could see who it was.

"Don't go..." He sighed, tears pouring down his face.

"Who is it?" I asked, getting worried and frustrated that he wasn't letting me see them.

"Just don't go." Percy sighed. "You don't want to see."

"Move, Percy!" I yelled, pushing past him and running over to the group.

They were crying and I pushed Ron out of way to see what they were crying about. My heart shattered into a million pieces as I saw what was lying on the floor. 

Fred.

He wasn't moving, breathing... nothing. He was dead. 

"No!" I screamed, Arthur looked at me with tears in his eyes.

I fell to my knees next to Fred as tears fell from my eyes. His lifeless body lay right in front of my eyes and there was no way to bring him back. I leaned down to Fred, cupping his face in my hands as I cried my heart out. Pleading for him to come back, to not be gone and asking that he live one more day with our daughter. But, I knew what I wanted would never come true. He was gone, and I, nor anyone else, could bring him back.

The love of my life was gone and I couldn't anything about it.

Arthur tried to pull me off of Fred, but I tried my hardest to stay close to him, clinging onto Fred with every part of my strength.

"Y/N. He's gone!" Arthur sighed, pulling me to my feet as he pulled me away from the group.

I looked back at George and he smiled weakly at me.

"I'm sorry." He mouthed.

Arthur sat me down on some steps, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a piece of paper. He handed it to me and sat next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. He was always like my second father. 

"This was on Fred as he died." Arthur smiled. "He wrote it for you."

I looked down at the paper and smiled a little as I saw my name written on it, letting a few warm tears fall from my eyes.

"Read it, Y/N." Arthur smiled, standing up and walking away as he left me to read it.

I hesitated, staring at the paper for what felt like hours, before finally packing up the courage to open it. My heart fluttered a little at the sight of his handwriting.

Dear Y/N,

I knew from the second I saw you, that you would be the love of my life. The one who would marry me, the one who would carry my children and the one I'd grow old with. 

I remember first laying eyes on you. You were stubborn, brave, curious and always up for a good prank or two. I remember always getting detention with you. It was mainly my fault we were in there and you'd always give me a few death glares and the occasional cuss. Remember when I got mad at you for going to the Yule Ball with George, well, I was just jealous. You two seemed to be having so much fun at the dance that I grew jealous. 

I watched the way you walked down those stairs in your beautiful dress. You looked stunning!

Out of the amazing memories I have with you, my favourite was definitely when you gave birth to Kaitlin. She was so small and beautiful, just like you. I remember her first day of preschool. You were in tears to see your 3-year-old daughter get taken away from you, but at least we had some fun that day.

I just want you to know that, even though I may be dead, I'm never gone. I'll always be there with you and Kaitlin.

You have no idea how much I love you both.

Love,

Fred.

A/N: That was depressing. Sorry for the shitty-ass letter he wrote. But... yeah. I hope you liked it!