Chapter 3: Such a Stellar Monument to Loneliness
A/n: In this fic, Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia, Katie, and Oliver are all in the seventh year. That goes against the book I know, but what can I do? Also, song lyrics will be in these ~ ~.
Disclaimer: This is for chapter 2 and 3 since I forgot to remind you last time that I do not own any of the characters or places or things in this story. I also don't own Dashboard Confessional's song, Awake.
Fred reached his dorm and dropped into his bed, face buried in the pillows. It was empty since Oliver and George were out and Fred found himself. alone.
He spoke the word aloud, almost afraid of it. Fred was always surrounded by people, and if not in huge crowds, at least with his twin or his girlfriend.
A few minutes later, the door opened to reveal a very happy Oliver Wood. He jumped around the room, humming to himself, ensconced in dreams, while Fred lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, consumed by his nightmares.
When Oliver finally noticed his beater lying dejectedly on the bed, he turned to him.
"Hey, buddy!" He exclaimed happily, trying to cheer him up. After a death glare form Fred, Wood changed his tactic to one that was less perky. "Listen, Fred," he began again, soothingly, " I know why your so upset and I just wanted you to know." Wood was cut of by a strangled yelp from Fred, who had jumped up in astonishment.
"You know what's wrong? You, of all people? Good Lord, has Angelina told everyone?" Fred exclaimed incredulously.
"Angelina?" Wood asked, confused. "What does she have to do with anything? I thought you were worried about the upcoming match against Slytherin."
Fred sighed, punching his pillows. He slid back down to his depressed position.
"No Oliver," he said, talking slowly, as one would to a three year old. "You are the one who obsesses over stupid school sports." Oliver took a seat next to Fred on his own bed.
"Come on, Fred. I'm sorry I assumed it was Quidditch. Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?" he said sympathetically. Fred gave him a sour look.
"Sounds great. After I spill my guts and share all of my feelings, would you mind painting my nails? Don't forget, I'm a winter." Fred said sarcastically. Oliver crossed his arms over his chest and stared Fred down, knowing he would give in. It was the same thing he did when Fred didn't cooperate on the pitch. As expected, Fred caved and told Oliver the entire story, starting with him standing up Angelina and ending with him being silent during the break-up. Oliver let out a low, hollow laugh.
"Well, I feel stupid. Here I was thinking you actually like Angelina." Oliver said. Fred glared at him.
"Like her? She was the best thing in my life." Fred said heatedly, than became silent as his words sank in.
"Are you kidding me, Fred? Considering how closed off you've been to everyone but George this year, I'm surprised she stuck with you this long. She was your girlfriend, mate. Your job was to make her feel special."
Fred turned away from Oliver. He didn't the like the past tense in which Wood was talking, it made the horror of his situation finally seem real. It was like watching Godzilla, laughing at the fake special effects, then turning on the news to see people calmly discussing the dragon that was eating buildings in Tokyo.
"My job?" he whispered, talking more to the wall than to Wood. "I thought we were just friends that kissed." Oliver shook his head, completely astounded be Fred's stupidity.
"Oh, you kissed her? You don't even talk to her! You know, Fred, this isn't just about some stupid 'rules of dating'. If you and Angelina never started going out and you started acting like this- ignoring her, being rude and impatient, standing her up- you would have lost your friendship." Oliver sighed and turned to get up.
"But I have one more question for you, Fred." Oliver said, his hand on the doorknob. "You've never been the quiet type. When Angelina broke up with you, why didn't you say anything?"
Fred had a new look on his face, and when Oliver turned to look at him, he was shocked by it. Fred's eyes showed so much hidden pain and longing. With a shrug, Fred turned to look fully at Wood, his eyes once again covered by their darkness.
"Well, at first, I couldn't say anything. It didn't seem like it was really happening. Then, I didn't want to break down in front of my girlfriend. I guess I figured if I changed the situation around- to make it seem like I was the one blowing her off- she'd come back to me." Oliver still didn't leave. He walked away from the door and stood beside Fred's bed.
"Well, you know," Wood began. "All is not lost. Go find Angelina, tell her what you told me."
"Great. Then we can get back together, the same things will happen and she'll break up with me again." Fred said in a monotone.
"Really, Fred, you've got to stop acting like this. Why do you think you need to be around George all the time?" Wood asked. "Besides, its not as if he always wants you," This time, Oliver was cut off again, not by Fred's words, but by his fist.
* * *
After that incident, in which Wood was knocked unconscious and Fred was given a month and a half of detention, Fred's life continued spiraling down into darkness.
Katie Bell hated him. She refused to go anywhere near him, and shunned him when he was there. She was under the impression he had knocked her boyfriend down for no good reason.
Oliver Wood hated him, and said repeatedly he would never try to help him out again.
Alicia Spinnet, of all people, hated him. She had finally gotten upset that he was always hanging around, and when Angelina told her what happened between the two of them, Alicia decided not to talk to her boyfriend's brother any more.
Fred didn't know if Angelina hated him, but he was pretty sure she did. She avoided him at all costs. George, Fred's twin brother and fellow prankster, could never hate him.
But he could easily get very mad at him.
"I know why your always hanging around, but come on, Fred, let it go! Let me enjoy whatever time I have at Hogwarts!" he had yelled heatedly. Then he walked away, leaving Fred completely and utterly, alone.
He was no longer afraid of that word. A few months after the break up, alone was the word that defined him.
He woke up one morning and couldn't go back to sleep. He was alone, so he turned on some music and listened to it from his bed. It seemed to tell his life story.
~Awake. Through the years it takes to see you. Till I almost lose my mind. Cuz I'll never be all right.~
Fred started wishing he could go to bed and not wake up the next morning. He felt nothing, ate nothing, did none of his homework. He even quit the Quidditch team. No one protested. He knew then that Angelina really hated him, and though he tried not to think of her, the song continued in his head.
~I'm scared to miss the way we used to talk, And if it's all forever lost, I want to know. I'm scared that you're the one that got away. And I want you here with me tonight.~
Then things got worse, as he became reckless, trying to lose his life accidentally, doing things like drinking, not sleeping, fighting with anyone and everyone, except his former friends, who ignored him.
Since he had been kicked out of his dorm after punching Wood, not even George Weasley knew about what was happening to his twin.
* * *
Perhaps the only person suffering even half as much as Fred was Ginny Weasley.
Ginny did not love Hogwarts. As a little, shy girl with a hidden temper, Ginny had found it hard to find friends in her first few years of Muggle schooling. The only time she had some friends, she became so grateful to them that she became their puppet, doing things for them rather than with them. When her 'friends' abandoned her, Ginny realized she had been used. As she walked into Hogwarts, she vowed not to talk to people, and to be cold when they approached her. She figured the right kind of friends would finally appear and she would be happy, but it never happened. In her three years at Hogwarts, she had no one.
And then Angelina had come along, and Ginny finally had someone to shop with, or girl talk with. Angelina was Ginny's guardian, and Ginny was completely dependant on her. However, after Angelina broke up with George, she avoided the entire Weasley clan.
So, Ginny also hated Fred, for taking away her one true friend.
* * * Fred lay lazily on his bed, as he did everyday. This time, though, his brain traveled backwards in time, back to his worst memory.
Anyone who'd like to see the next chapter soon, all you have to do is review!
A/n: In this fic, Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia, Katie, and Oliver are all in the seventh year. That goes against the book I know, but what can I do? Also, song lyrics will be in these ~ ~.
Disclaimer: This is for chapter 2 and 3 since I forgot to remind you last time that I do not own any of the characters or places or things in this story. I also don't own Dashboard Confessional's song, Awake.
Fred reached his dorm and dropped into his bed, face buried in the pillows. It was empty since Oliver and George were out and Fred found himself. alone.
He spoke the word aloud, almost afraid of it. Fred was always surrounded by people, and if not in huge crowds, at least with his twin or his girlfriend.
A few minutes later, the door opened to reveal a very happy Oliver Wood. He jumped around the room, humming to himself, ensconced in dreams, while Fred lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, consumed by his nightmares.
When Oliver finally noticed his beater lying dejectedly on the bed, he turned to him.
"Hey, buddy!" He exclaimed happily, trying to cheer him up. After a death glare form Fred, Wood changed his tactic to one that was less perky. "Listen, Fred," he began again, soothingly, " I know why your so upset and I just wanted you to know." Wood was cut of by a strangled yelp from Fred, who had jumped up in astonishment.
"You know what's wrong? You, of all people? Good Lord, has Angelina told everyone?" Fred exclaimed incredulously.
"Angelina?" Wood asked, confused. "What does she have to do with anything? I thought you were worried about the upcoming match against Slytherin."
Fred sighed, punching his pillows. He slid back down to his depressed position.
"No Oliver," he said, talking slowly, as one would to a three year old. "You are the one who obsesses over stupid school sports." Oliver took a seat next to Fred on his own bed.
"Come on, Fred. I'm sorry I assumed it was Quidditch. Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?" he said sympathetically. Fred gave him a sour look.
"Sounds great. After I spill my guts and share all of my feelings, would you mind painting my nails? Don't forget, I'm a winter." Fred said sarcastically. Oliver crossed his arms over his chest and stared Fred down, knowing he would give in. It was the same thing he did when Fred didn't cooperate on the pitch. As expected, Fred caved and told Oliver the entire story, starting with him standing up Angelina and ending with him being silent during the break-up. Oliver let out a low, hollow laugh.
"Well, I feel stupid. Here I was thinking you actually like Angelina." Oliver said. Fred glared at him.
"Like her? She was the best thing in my life." Fred said heatedly, than became silent as his words sank in.
"Are you kidding me, Fred? Considering how closed off you've been to everyone but George this year, I'm surprised she stuck with you this long. She was your girlfriend, mate. Your job was to make her feel special."
Fred turned away from Oliver. He didn't the like the past tense in which Wood was talking, it made the horror of his situation finally seem real. It was like watching Godzilla, laughing at the fake special effects, then turning on the news to see people calmly discussing the dragon that was eating buildings in Tokyo.
"My job?" he whispered, talking more to the wall than to Wood. "I thought we were just friends that kissed." Oliver shook his head, completely astounded be Fred's stupidity.
"Oh, you kissed her? You don't even talk to her! You know, Fred, this isn't just about some stupid 'rules of dating'. If you and Angelina never started going out and you started acting like this- ignoring her, being rude and impatient, standing her up- you would have lost your friendship." Oliver sighed and turned to get up.
"But I have one more question for you, Fred." Oliver said, his hand on the doorknob. "You've never been the quiet type. When Angelina broke up with you, why didn't you say anything?"
Fred had a new look on his face, and when Oliver turned to look at him, he was shocked by it. Fred's eyes showed so much hidden pain and longing. With a shrug, Fred turned to look fully at Wood, his eyes once again covered by their darkness.
"Well, at first, I couldn't say anything. It didn't seem like it was really happening. Then, I didn't want to break down in front of my girlfriend. I guess I figured if I changed the situation around- to make it seem like I was the one blowing her off- she'd come back to me." Oliver still didn't leave. He walked away from the door and stood beside Fred's bed.
"Well, you know," Wood began. "All is not lost. Go find Angelina, tell her what you told me."
"Great. Then we can get back together, the same things will happen and she'll break up with me again." Fred said in a monotone.
"Really, Fred, you've got to stop acting like this. Why do you think you need to be around George all the time?" Wood asked. "Besides, its not as if he always wants you," This time, Oliver was cut off again, not by Fred's words, but by his fist.
* * *
After that incident, in which Wood was knocked unconscious and Fred was given a month and a half of detention, Fred's life continued spiraling down into darkness.
Katie Bell hated him. She refused to go anywhere near him, and shunned him when he was there. She was under the impression he had knocked her boyfriend down for no good reason.
Oliver Wood hated him, and said repeatedly he would never try to help him out again.
Alicia Spinnet, of all people, hated him. She had finally gotten upset that he was always hanging around, and when Angelina told her what happened between the two of them, Alicia decided not to talk to her boyfriend's brother any more.
Fred didn't know if Angelina hated him, but he was pretty sure she did. She avoided him at all costs. George, Fred's twin brother and fellow prankster, could never hate him.
But he could easily get very mad at him.
"I know why your always hanging around, but come on, Fred, let it go! Let me enjoy whatever time I have at Hogwarts!" he had yelled heatedly. Then he walked away, leaving Fred completely and utterly, alone.
He was no longer afraid of that word. A few months after the break up, alone was the word that defined him.
He woke up one morning and couldn't go back to sleep. He was alone, so he turned on some music and listened to it from his bed. It seemed to tell his life story.
~Awake. Through the years it takes to see you. Till I almost lose my mind. Cuz I'll never be all right.~
Fred started wishing he could go to bed and not wake up the next morning. He felt nothing, ate nothing, did none of his homework. He even quit the Quidditch team. No one protested. He knew then that Angelina really hated him, and though he tried not to think of her, the song continued in his head.
~I'm scared to miss the way we used to talk, And if it's all forever lost, I want to know. I'm scared that you're the one that got away. And I want you here with me tonight.~
Then things got worse, as he became reckless, trying to lose his life accidentally, doing things like drinking, not sleeping, fighting with anyone and everyone, except his former friends, who ignored him.
Since he had been kicked out of his dorm after punching Wood, not even George Weasley knew about what was happening to his twin.
* * *
Perhaps the only person suffering even half as much as Fred was Ginny Weasley.
Ginny did not love Hogwarts. As a little, shy girl with a hidden temper, Ginny had found it hard to find friends in her first few years of Muggle schooling. The only time she had some friends, she became so grateful to them that she became their puppet, doing things for them rather than with them. When her 'friends' abandoned her, Ginny realized she had been used. As she walked into Hogwarts, she vowed not to talk to people, and to be cold when they approached her. She figured the right kind of friends would finally appear and she would be happy, but it never happened. In her three years at Hogwarts, she had no one.
And then Angelina had come along, and Ginny finally had someone to shop with, or girl talk with. Angelina was Ginny's guardian, and Ginny was completely dependant on her. However, after Angelina broke up with George, she avoided the entire Weasley clan.
So, Ginny also hated Fred, for taking away her one true friend.
* * * Fred lay lazily on his bed, as he did everyday. This time, though, his brain traveled backwards in time, back to his worst memory.
Anyone who'd like to see the next chapter soon, all you have to do is review!
