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Note: Short.
Fred Weasly stood on a great cliff over looking the frothy ocean, his eyes staring fixedly into the red sun as it slowly sank below the horizon. It was all over, at last. After so long, after all his adult life and much of his teenage one, the nightmare was at last over. And now, he didn't know what to do with himself.
Oh, he could rest now, relax, but it would not be the same. He could re-open the Weasly Twins' Prank shop, if he wanted to: he had the money and experience needed, but he'd left his life as a prankster long ago and he could never truly go back. Not alone, not without George.
That was what he missed the most-his fun loving, identical twin brother, George. George, who'd he'd spent his Hogwarts years planning with, getting in trouble with, sharing each other's fate....but when Voldemort had at last attacked at full strength, Fred and George's fates had abrubtly separated. And it was Fred who was left alone.
There were times he was certain that his brother was nearby, that perhaps he hadn't been caught in the spell after all, or had just went off somewhere and would return, nineteen again, smiling and laughing. But that was a dream that Fred rejected-he knew it wasn't possible, he knew George was dead.
With a sigh, Fred sat down on the edge of the cliff, addently disloging a small stone from the edge, but ignoring it's fall to the sea below. The sky was turning a dark blue now, the brilliant colors of the sunset fading as the world turned as a few faint stars became visable, twinkling merrily above him.
How long had it been since Fred had sat out and watched the transition from evening to night? He'd never really, he realized a little sadly. Whenever he was out this time, he'd always been joking with his brother or scared that the Dark Lord was waiting to ambush him from the shadows. It was actually very peaceful...
Peaceful, like his life was right now. Peaceful, and in some ways, sad. His life, it seemed to Fred, was like a day. Bright at times, but other moments, clouds covered the sun up. Soon, perhaps, it would end, with a beautiful tranquility like the setting sun.
He glanced over the edge of the cliff to the sea, where waves crashed against the rocks, sending a slight spray up. He couldn't hear it, so far away, but he imagined he could. The chaotic part of the world.
A small smile formed on Fred's face. The waves were waiting to except him into their cold embrace-they would not reject him, it would not hurt.
Without really thinking, Fred leaned forward, overbalancing himself to fall off the cliff. He opened his arms wide, as though to catch the chilly air as it rushed past him. He fell away from the cliff, eyes open and stinging as the air hit them. He watched the water swell, growing so close, so near....
And then he was gone.
Kathy's eyes grew wide and she tugged on her mommy's skirt when she saw the tall, red haired man appear out of no where. Kathy's mother put a hand on her youngest daughter, but didn't pause in the conversation she was holding.
The red haired man saw Kathy, smiled and winked, then walked away to mingle with the heavy New York City crowds.
Jiendo.
See? short.
Note: Short.
Over At Last
Fred Weasly stood on a great cliff over looking the frothy ocean, his eyes staring fixedly into the red sun as it slowly sank below the horizon. It was all over, at last. After so long, after all his adult life and much of his teenage one, the nightmare was at last over. And now, he didn't know what to do with himself.
Oh, he could rest now, relax, but it would not be the same. He could re-open the Weasly Twins' Prank shop, if he wanted to: he had the money and experience needed, but he'd left his life as a prankster long ago and he could never truly go back. Not alone, not without George.
That was what he missed the most-his fun loving, identical twin brother, George. George, who'd he'd spent his Hogwarts years planning with, getting in trouble with, sharing each other's fate....but when Voldemort had at last attacked at full strength, Fred and George's fates had abrubtly separated. And it was Fred who was left alone.
There were times he was certain that his brother was nearby, that perhaps he hadn't been caught in the spell after all, or had just went off somewhere and would return, nineteen again, smiling and laughing. But that was a dream that Fred rejected-he knew it wasn't possible, he knew George was dead.
With a sigh, Fred sat down on the edge of the cliff, addently disloging a small stone from the edge, but ignoring it's fall to the sea below. The sky was turning a dark blue now, the brilliant colors of the sunset fading as the world turned as a few faint stars became visable, twinkling merrily above him.
How long had it been since Fred had sat out and watched the transition from evening to night? He'd never really, he realized a little sadly. Whenever he was out this time, he'd always been joking with his brother or scared that the Dark Lord was waiting to ambush him from the shadows. It was actually very peaceful...
Peaceful, like his life was right now. Peaceful, and in some ways, sad. His life, it seemed to Fred, was like a day. Bright at times, but other moments, clouds covered the sun up. Soon, perhaps, it would end, with a beautiful tranquility like the setting sun.
He glanced over the edge of the cliff to the sea, where waves crashed against the rocks, sending a slight spray up. He couldn't hear it, so far away, but he imagined he could. The chaotic part of the world.
A small smile formed on Fred's face. The waves were waiting to except him into their cold embrace-they would not reject him, it would not hurt.
Without really thinking, Fred leaned forward, overbalancing himself to fall off the cliff. He opened his arms wide, as though to catch the chilly air as it rushed past him. He fell away from the cliff, eyes open and stinging as the air hit them. He watched the water swell, growing so close, so near....
And then he was gone.
Kathy's eyes grew wide and she tugged on her mommy's skirt when she saw the tall, red haired man appear out of no where. Kathy's mother put a hand on her youngest daughter, but didn't pause in the conversation she was holding.
The red haired man saw Kathy, smiled and winked, then walked away to mingle with the heavy New York City crowds.
Jiendo.
See? short.