Fred is in love with Angelina but when he find out she loves George he begins a slow spiral of depression...
Fred sat in the room of requirement in a gentle silence.
He spent most of his time there now, everywhere else reminded him of her and it hurt him so bad.
He had loved her with all his heart but when he found out how she felt it felt like his heart had been ripped into tiny pieces in his chest.
Fred heard footsteps and asked the room to lock the door from the inside, he soon heard a lock click.
Fred lay back in the beanbag that was in front of the fire and took a deep breath.
It had been a bad day when Angelina had said their relationship had been a lie, that she loved George...not him.
Fred had run away from her that day, couldn't look his brother in the eye even though he knew that George didn't even want Angelina.
He'd run to the forbidden forest, not wanting to be on the grounds, he hadn't even cared if he got expelled.
He'd just sat in the hollow of a dead tree, curled up as he rocked back and forth with silent tears spilling from his eyes and down his freckled cheeks.
He'd stayed there for the rest of the day till Lee had come to look for him with Alicia and Kate.
They had managed to persuade him out the tree and taken him to his dorm.
Lee had sat with him watching him and making sure he didn't go into the forbidden forest again.
Angelina had come up with George who had given Angelina dirty looks.
Angelina had explained how she'd felt; that she didn't regret going out with him it was just how she felt.
Fred hadn't said a word. He'd just stared at the wall, tears brimming in his eyes.
George had told him that he had no intention of going out with her and that his twin meant more to him than a girl.
Fred had torn his gaze away from the wall and smiled a weak smile at his twin.
Fred had known what George had said had hurt Angelina when she ran out the dorm, but in a way it was obvious that George wouldn't go out with her anyway, he knew how much she meant to him.
From then on Fred had avoided Angelina and spent all his time coming up with new joke products most of which he tested on himself, resulting in many scars on his arms and face from where they'd gone wrong.
He had then discovered the room of requirement on one of his late night walks around the school and from then on whenever he wasn't in class or trying to avoid Quidditch practise he'd be in the room of requirement.
Fred heard the knob rattle and looked back into the fire he'd been staring into for the last few hours,
Aside from the fire, the beanbag he was sat in and the floor there was nothing in the room.
It was just as he liked it. Silence aside from the now annoying sound of the doorknob rattling.