#fred w

Y/n opened up to Hermione about her troubles and Ron relayed it to Fred who was hurt that she’d rather express her feelings to Hermione than himself. The connection between them was dying out by the second and it scared the daylights out of Fred.

For weeks Y/n tried to reverse the process; came to every practice of Fred’s, spent almost every second of the weekend wrapped up in his arms longing to connect to the warmth surrounding her, planned dates at Hogsmeade and around the castle, she forced him into doing cliche couple thing with her like riding a canoe out on the lake and picking apples and pumpkins together, and lastly she tried to revisit the old map out of their future together. Y/n was foreign to the old excitement she held when Fred and herself were planning out where they would live, how many kids they’d have, how many dogs, and all that came with being together for the rest of their lives. None of it seemed to matter anymore, it played out as a far off daydream.

In her mind, Y/n was the wicked witch. Fred loved her more than anything and her she was about to break his heart. All the late nights spent in each other’s embrace, the lovely notes slipped into her textbooks, the annual holidays at The Burrow, heart warming sincere gifts, study sessions that quickly turned into messing around, random conversations, and pure happiness were all coming to an end.  

A loud sigh of frustration igniting from Y/n broke the dead silence that surround the Great Lake, or as many students addressed it as, Black Lake. The dark waves crashed back and forth in a subtly movement. Usually the wisping was a relaxing therapeutic noise but all Y/n could make of it was despondent. Her sweater was casting down on her shoulder giving room for the shivering air to attack her s/c skin. Small goosebumps danced to life on her arms. It was far too early in the morning for students to be out and about and by the position of the setting sun, Y/n judged she had another hour or less in the quiet grounds.

It was Y/n’s last year at Hogwarts and in just eight slim months she would be off and on her own. She wasn’t sure where she would go. Paris always seemed like an ideal spot, or even some place far off in the hilly landscape of Ireland. With Paris she would have to revisit and touch back up on her French but she was sure she could pull it off.

Or maybe she would stick around with Fred and see how things turned out. He was leaving soon to start up his shop. Y/n was proud of him despite the strains the business had been putting on their relationship, not that it was only his fault. Fred had been spending all his time coming up with reasons Y/n should leave with George and him but she never gave in. He asked in every elaborate way he could think up, by the extremes he was taking some might think he was proposing to her instead of asking her to leave school.

Y/n wasn’t sure why she didn’t want to leave. Hermione predicted that in Y/n’s mind, if she left with Fred, she’d be tying herself down and would force herself to stay.

There was a lot Hermione had to say when it came to Y/n and Fred’s relationship. It was a terrible thing for her to watch. She vaguely remembers her first year at Hogwarts being envious of their relationship, as they were the it couple on Hogwarts grounds. The way they looked at each other, both overflowing with love, was a sight to see. And now, Hermione was watching them fall apart piece by piece and there was nothing she could do, frankly there wasn’t a single thing anyone could do.

The young curly witch recommended Y/n pour out these thoughts to Fred and try to work things out the right way but every time Y/n got close to telling him, she choked up and covered up her real issue and played it off. She feared Fred would hate her and that was the last thing she wanted.

Fred Weasley never hated anyone, Umbridge was a special exception to this fact. Those who had done him wrong were disliked, not hated.

When you spend almost five years loving someone they way Fred loves Y/n, you notice immediately if things shift between you. Fred was scared of the emptiness in his heart. He loved Y/n so much. A year ago he was sure she was the one. He was ready to spend the rest of his life with her by his side. Now, he wasn’t so sure.

There wasn’t an direct day Fred could pinpoint his lost affection towards her. She never did anything dramatic to make his love disappear. He loved her- in a different way than before. The unexplainable change of heart kept him up at night tossing and turning. How was he suppose to figure out what this meant?

Fred was determined to spark his genuine romantic love for his girlfriend, no matter what it took. In his eyes, Y/n was still the most beautiful girl in the world. He wanted to protect her, make her smile, and care for her, so why didn’t he still love her the way he used to?

George could see the heartbreak in his brother’s eyes and the distance when he spoke of Y/n. His eyes no long sparked as excitement as her name rose in conversation, nor did his hands shake when she smiled at him. It was an odd thing for everyone, really. The most adorable and affectionate couple to ever step foot in Hogwarts were now turning into the most sad and distant couple in the castle.

Fred Weasley ventured down the the Great Lake seeking to clear his mind from the confusion that invaded it. His heavy boots stomped on the wet ground, his hands shoved deep into his warm pockets. Mentally curing himself for not bringing any gloves, Fred jogged down the cobble steps leading to an old wooden dock. Glancing up, Fred was surprised to see a figure sitting at the end of the dock. The girl, he made out, had her feet dangling off the edge and was staring off at the other side of the lake at the array of blues and greens in the water. Stepping on the wood a loud creak sounded out. Fred watched the girl turn around startled and almost gasped at the sight. Y/n.

For a short period the two stared at each other not sure what to do. It was a horrid awkward situation. Y/n wondered if he was looking for solitude as she had been or if he was searching for her. Fred pended on the thought all she wanted was lonesome and debated returning back to bed.

“Sorry, love. I had no idea you were out here. I can go find another place around the lake to sit if you want to be alone. There’s another dock a ways down, I can go there-” His feet moved backwards ready to take the small hike towards the north dock and find tranquility there. Y/n swung her feet off the edge and shook her head softly. A weary smile appeared on her lips and for the first time in three weeks, Fred’s heart fluttered. It was a tiny fluttered, but still, it was something.

“Nonsense! I’m not going to make my boyfriend walk a mile just so I can be by myself. Besides I’ve been out here for a few hours, some company would be nice.” Y/n giggled into the freezing air though it was forced. Her breath was slightly evident in a small cloud. Nodding, Fred squated down a few feet besides Y/n. His thoughts were speed a million miles an hour trying to think of something to say. An uncomfortable silence swept their surroundings and he was desperate to climb out of it.

“It’s so calming out here.”

“Yeah, I like listening to the water. It’s never this peaceful during school hours.”

“Too bad it’s not still warm out, we could go for a swim.” His heavy chuckles were music to her ears. She had forgotten what it sounded like to hear him laugh, she missed it.

“You’ll get Pneumonia, Freddie. Then I would have to take care of you and you’re the worst to take care of when you’re sick.” The pair broke into a stomach holding fit of laughter. It was no secret, Fred was the whiniest person in the world when we was ill. He wanted someone to wait and his hand and foot and would have the weirdest request in the world.

Y/n could recall a year and a half ago when Fred was down with the flu. George stayed three miles clear of his brother and even slept in Harry and Ron’s dorm room to keep from falling under the weather. Fred begged Y/n to stay with him so she took George’s bed for the week and did everything Fred asked. He kept asking her to change the bed sheets because they were ‘too wrinkly’ or ‘unbearably uncomfortable’. She had to carry four different flavors of jello up on a dining room tray for him four times a day since it was his favorite. Fred was a handful, but Y/n never minded too much.

Fred’s boots grazed the surface of the water, splashing a bit out.   “Yeah I guess I am.” A uncertain tranquility settled over the two. Neither spoke, though their bodies crept closer together both longing feel the connection again. Y/n pitted the relationship she was in. Never did she imagine she would lose feelings for the boy that had given her so much. Turning to face the dim boy Y/n scrutinizing his appearance. His features were hollow almost ghostly. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks and avoided touching food wholly.

Thoughtlessly the girl reached across the way and skimmed the back side of her knuckles against his cheek partly to see if he was even real. He flinched at her touch and she felt foolish.

“I love you, you know that right?” Y/n’s chest heaved with pain but she couldn’t help from asking it. 

“I love you too, darling.” He said above a whisper. Y/n nodded and swung her feet back and forth. Welts of water dropped into the large body of water as her shoe hit the surface every few kicks. She didn’t know what to say so she dove in, 

“You’ve been feeling the same way too haven’t you? About us.”

“Yeah, I have.” The cold air only added a more miserable mood to the atmosphere. Fred chewed absentmindedly on the inner skin of his cheek waiting for the tension to die down. It wasn’t hateful tension, just tension. 

“What are we supposed to do, Fred?” She exasperated. Desperate to make a change she hoped Fred had a solution but from his despairing sigh, he was out of answers as well.

“I have no idea.” He grumbled.

The echoing of the splashing water drowned out her thoughts. She felt lost at sea, caught in a drift of sorrow.

“It just doesn’t make any sense to me. I know I love you but something is different and I can’t explain it. I have no idea why or when I started feeling this way, and it makes me feel like a vile person because I never want to hurt you and you mean the world to me-” Tear pinched at her eyes and it was evident in her cracking voice. Fred moved his hand across the way, placing it on her knee and giving it a comforting squeeze. “It’s okay, Y/n. I understand.” His voice was different, softer than ever before yet more sadden that she had witnessed. Her eyes grew big at his words and moved from his touch, “But Fred, it's not okay. What happen to us? We use to be so in love and now it’s like we're total different people. I mean sure we fight sometimes, but all couples do, right?” She wasn’t sure. Her background of relationships came from cosmo magazines, girl gossip, and romantic movies. The first relationship she had been involved in was with Fred so who was she to say this wasn’t a normal occurrence. Although losing feelings entirely wasn’t, that much she knew. “I think so. I don’t think it was the fighting… I just think maybe we’re growing up and drifting apart.” Fred shrugged and continued staring out at the water refusing to look at his girlfriend. His eyes brimmed red and he fought the urge to sob. A scoff sounded from beside him as Y/n kicked at the waves, wetting her shoes which was sure to take a while to dry. “But why? Hell, we’ve been growing up together the past five years and we always manage to stick together. What’s so different this time?”

“Do you love someone else?” His words hit her like a truck. He finally looked up and met her strong gaze, fearing her answer. Y/n’s mouth fell wide as she took full offense to the accusation. “What? No of course not!” She paused, unsure if she even dared to recycle the question back to him but she did anyways. “Do you?”

Fred’s face scrunch as he thoroughly thought it through. For a while he did think he fell for another but truthfully he knew he could never love another like he does Y/n. Despite only having feelings for Y/n, Fred couldn’t place his distant feelings towards her. Licking his lips, Fred ran a hand over his face and shook his head.

“No. I reckon you’re the only one.” Y/n’s heart sored a bit at his words. At least she was able to rule that out. Her muscles relaxed and she let out a breath of relief she hadn’t realized she was clenching in. Though her mind still wandered as she remembered the conversation Fred and her over their plans after school.

Y/n lifted her legs up from the edge and slid them over to the dock. Fred glanced at her interested in the sudden movement and raised an eyebrow. Bending her knees Y/n rested her chin on her knee caps.  

“When are you leaving to start up the shop?” A rise of unsettlement washed over. Fred mentally sorted through the truth wondering which he should let her in on. Deciding against his better judgment Fred lied through his teeth,

“Not sure yet. George wants to leave soon, I was thinking a bit closer towards the end of the year but I’m starting to think it’ll be within the next few months, maybe even weeks.” Fred ran his finger along the bones of his knuckles and avoided her eyes at all cost. He couldn’t bare the look of hurt and betrayal she was sure to have. If she was hurt by this, he thought, I surely can’t tell her the truth. Fred felt like rubbish for dropping the news on her at such short notice but he was so scared to say anything about it. “Weeks?” She croaked out. That wasn’t enough time to fix things. That wasn’t enough time to get back to their old ways. That definitely was not enough time to mend their love and move onto bigger and better things. Fred’s hand slowly inched towards Y/n’s. He longed to hold her again, kiss her with the love her once held and the passion that used to burn within them. Fred nodded ashamed and lowered his head. “Yeah.” Y/n drew is a shaky gulp of air and forced a fake smile out. She didn’t want Fred to see how badly she was breaking apart inside. But when you spend a handful of years by someone’s side, you catch onto their expressions after a while along with their unspoken secrets. Fred had spent years memorizing all the little things he found Y/n doing and the tight smile stapled to her lips was one of them. Out of optimism Y/n tried to see the bright side opposed to the tearing she was experiencing in her heart.

“Maybe it’ll be good for us. Y’know, get a little break from our relationship.” Lurching forward Y/n found herself lacing her hand as one with Fred’s. She gave a small tug as a sad smile replaced her previous act. Fred squeezed her hand as a stray tear rolled down his wind kissed cheek. His finger swiped against the wet bead riding it as fast as it appeared. “I don’t want to lose you, Y/n.” Fred brought your hand up to his lips and kissed your skin softly. The embrace was warm and loving but it wouldn’t last forever. A wet pebble skidded down her rosy cheek pelting the wooden dock and staining the surface. Y/n didn’t care if she looked like a mess, she was hurting and for once in her like she let herself come undone. “Well I don’t want to lose you either, but this could be a really great thing for us. If we want to stay together we have to find a way for this to work. Taking a break might be the best option.” Y/n concluded firmly. It was possible for them to recover some lost feeling or they could realize their separation was for the best.

Fred shook his head rapidly and stood from his spot,

“That means that we won’t see each other for almost seven months.” His tone was shifting towards anger. He couldn’t imagine spending a little over half a year without the girl he loves by his side. Whether his feelings had been fading or miscommunicated he didn’t want to bear through that.

Through her salty tears Y/n laughed softly and pushed herself up to her feet standing beside Fred. “Hey, absence makes the heart grow fonder.” She quoted. Fred gazed down at her in disbelief. How could she say that? Did she think it would be easy for him to be away from here? Who was he suppose to call when the stress consumed him and he forgot why he started this dream in the first place? He had grown accustom to having Y/n a few feet away from him at all time, both of them always there for each other in times of need.

Fred whipped around turning away from Y/n and began walking the trail back to the castle. He was fuming with annoyance and anger, mainly at himself. Y/n rocketed across the dock jogging to catch up with him and when she did Fred gritted his teeth trying to contain his blazing emotions. “That’s just a stupid saying people say to find a easy way out.”

“Fred, there is no easy way out. Taking a short break doesn’t mean we’re finding a way out, it just means we’re not going to be together for a little bit.” She explained calmly. Silence captivated the area. Both sort their opinions without words. Of course the last thing Y/n wanted was to be apart from Fred but in order to get answers sacrifices needed to be made.

Fred mellowed down pinching the bridge of his nose. As he released, Fred’s weary eyes droned on yours and he shakily asked,

“But what if after all that time… what if we still feel this way?” That was exactly what Y/n was scared of, but they would never know unless they tried.

“I’m not sure.” She mumbled. Thunder cracked above them causing both heads to turn to the sky. A drop of rain smacked against Fred’s face and a bolt of lightning stroke in the early sky. Fred looked down at Y/n and motioned towards the castle. The rain was sure to begin pouring within minutes and neither wanted to be stuck in the cold weather. When they got inside the castle the pair took the path back to the Common Room. Fred’s eyes flickered to Y/n every few seconds. Her natural beauty was what Fred fell for in the first place. She was always the kindest soul in the crowd and he couldn’t fight the powerful feels he gained after spending time and time again with her. To Fred, there was no other woman in the world he would love more than her.

Stepping on the moving staircase Fred spoke up out of question, “Do you think this happens to couples a lot? They just fall out of love with each other.” He wondered if it was normal for couples to feel this way. Maybe they just got bored with each other and went their separate ways?

Y/n’s eyes crinkled around the edges as she went through the different scenarios. “I’m sure there's worse things that could happen but at least we’re giving it another shot.” She stated ambitiously. In every situation there needed to be a positive attitude and Y/n provided the aspiration the couple needed to have hope for their future together.

Fred nodded and pretended to take her words in but worry consumed him. There was no guarantee they’d come back together but there was a possibility they’d be better off in the end.

Clearing his throat Fred opened the Common Room door for Y/n and broke the dull mood,

“I didn’t mention this earlier, but uh, you do look very beautiful today.” He admitted sheepishly. Y/n’s eyes widen in shock. It had been weeks since Fred had complimented her. She had missed his sweet words and heart warming actions.

Y/n giggled helplessly and brushed a stray strand behind her ear. Her cheeks redden in a flustered state. Stepping into the warm room Y/n smiled back at Fred and returned the favor,

“Thanks, Fred. You look rather handsome this early morning.”

He chuckled at her and reached for her hand leading them to a private corner in the buzzing room. Their friends sent their looks of confusion and happiness, most likely thinking based off the sight they were back together. Little did they know Fred and Y/n were nowhere near their silent thoughts.

Near the side of the room George Weasley was perched on a loveseat writing timelessly on a sheet of parchment. His head came up and his posture straighten as they walked past. His eyes glared daggers of anger towards his brother. Y/n went to question it but the twins eyes turned to her. He sent her a small shake of the head and mouth two short words, ‘I’m sorry’. Her mouth quivered completely flabbergasted. What had that mean? Before she could approach George, Fred had swept them away to their favorite spot in the room.

Once seated Fred brushed his thumb along Y/n’s baby soft skin as a sign of comfort. His guilt ridden features made Y/n want to pull away. He seemed to be holding back, shielding her from something. Any other day Y/n would’ve forced him into telling her but all she wanted was to spend one last day together as a couple. He had no words left except a strong pledge he intended to follow through with,

“We’ll make it work, I promise. But say for some reason we don’t… as cheesy as it sounds, I’ll always love you, Y/n.”

The two stayed with each other in their little corner for the rest of the day. Fred escorted her to her dorm room around one in the morning, breaking lights off as well as bed rules though they couldn’t care less. Fred joined Y/n in her large bed and cuddled to be backside the entire night.  The next morning Y/n woke feeling cold and lonely. Her bed felt more empty than usually and her dorm was vacant beside herself.

Sitting up straight Y/n glanced around the room searching for a sign of life. That was when a blue sticky note on her nightstand caught her attention. Snatching the paper from the tabletop Y/n’s eyes scanned over the message.

She was stuck in a state of confusion as she reread the words over and over again.

I’m sorry, I hope you’ll understand. I’ll see you soon, love. Don’t forget you’re always the one for me.

F. Weasley x

“What the hell-” You were cut short as a short brunette, also known as your roommate, bursted into the room. Her wild expression gave you an uneasy feeling. She bounced with every step she took and gave you an incredulous expression.

“Y/n, what’re you doing in bed you missed it! They left a few minutes ago!” Katie was practically shouting as she jumped on your bed. 

“Who left?” You feared the worst and a part inside of you already knew the answer before she spoke. Katie’s face fell as she pointed out the dorm room door and with flat words spoke,

“Fred and George, they both left this morning- caused all sorts of hell for Umbridge as they went. Didn’t Fred tell you they were leaving today?”

“Yeah the same ones over and over again, ever night since the war,” I said, my smile faded into a frown. “The man who bit me, calling me a monster and biting my arm,” I explained feeling bad.

“Come sit down and let me see your arm,” Molly said putting her hand on my shoulder and leading me to the couch. I pulled my sleeve up and Molly's hand dropped to her mouth. “Hermione!” Molly called out making me worried. Hermione came down the stairs and stood infront of me. 

“Your a werewolf?” Hermione asked grabbing my arm. “How did we never know, how long?” She asked making me feel overwhelmed and pull back from her.

“I am not a werewolf, I don’t know what your talking about!” I shouted leaning against the wall. “I’d like to go back home now,” I said covering my eyes.

“Hey look at me,” Molly said grabbing my arms and pulling them down so I could see her. “We helped Remus and now we’re going to help you,” She calmly said rubbing my arm. “Hermione would you grab Remus’ book he left for us,” Molly asked, Hermione took off.

“Why is this happening to me.” I cried out leaning on Molly and crying. “I dont wanna be like this,” I cried, her hands fell on the back of my hand.

“I got it right here,” Hermione said standing behind Molly. “Remus Lupins diary,” She said holding a brown notebook in her hand. Molly let go of me and we both turned to Hermione.

“I want you to read this, come back the night before the full moon, we will help you, your our family,” Molly said placing the book into my hand. “This will tell you everything and help you, Remus left it if anything were to happen to any one of us, god forbid it but this will help you,” Molly said kissing my forehead. 

“I’ll read it,” I whispred looking down at the book. “Thank you,” I said looking back up at Molly and hugging her. “I’ll be back before the full moon,” 

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Dear Reader (Entry 1)

My name is Remus John Lupin and i’m a werewolf, today is my first day of year six at Hogwarts, I have three friends who take care of me, James Potter who is a amazing quidditch player, has a huge crush on Lily Evans and is one of the funniest people I know. Sirius Black who is my bestest friend, he helps me through my toughest times and Peter Pettigrew who comes up with the ideas and pranks, who laughs in serious moments and keeps us together.

Being a werewolf is not easy, I turned when I was only four, the day before my fifth birthday, I hid in the shrieking shack when I went to Hogwarts, James, Sirius and Peter all becoming illegal Aminagals for me. I remember everything that happens but I don’t have anything control of my body. 

If you are reading this then i’ll assume I've passed and you’ve become a werewolf, no matter who you are, family, my child or a friend, i’ll still be with you in the afterlife to help you.

The week before the full moon will have your emotions in a ruckus, you’ll feel angry, sad, lovable, happy, joyful, it all depends on you. The first moon is the worst, you’ll scar your body up, the shrieking shack is the best place to go, to be alone. You’ll be really scared when you wake up in the morning, you don't wanna be alone so you’ll want someone to find you in the morning, and bring you a pair of clothes because you’ll be cooled and they’ll be ripped to shreds.

Don’t be scared of the people who want to help you, they’re there for your comfort, I pushed and pushed the people I loved away because I was scared  but when I let them in I had felt relieved and the full moons went by faster and faster when James, Sirius and Peter were there when I woke up

-Remus Lupin

“What are you ready love?” Fred said crawling into bed beside me and looking at the book. “Remus Lupin, you got his diary?” He asked reading the words that were on the page.

“I’m a werewolf, the man who bit me was a werewolf and turned me, and i’m scared, i’m really scared Freddy,” I whispred looking over at him, my hands started shaking my tears started forming in my eyes.

“I love you so much,” Fred said wrapping his arms around me and running his hands on my back. “No matter what happens i’ll always be with you Lyla, always and forever,” Fred whispred hugging me tightly.

“I was there one time when Remus turned, I understand how hard it is and no matter what happened i’ll be with you, until the day I die,” Fred whispred in my ear rubbing the back of my head.

“Remus and Tonks son, how old is he now?” I asked recalling the last thing Remus had said to me, if something were to happen to my son please don’t let him grow up alone.