Chapter 4: Fred's Worst Memory
Disclaimer: I still don't own J.K Rowling's books, characters, or other possessions. If I did, well, the possibilities would be endless. But they aren't.
A/N: Are you all ready for this? The big moment, the explanation? You are? Well, aren't you in luck today!
* * * Flashback * * *
The Burrow: 12 Years Ago
Mrs. Weasley looked fondly out the window at her two five year old twins.
They were, obviously, inseparable, and at the moment, they were having a
snowball fight.
Mrs. Weasley's look darkened as she turned to face her neighbor's house.
The Malfoys had hated the Weasleys ever since they moved in. They
constantly bragged about how they were moving soon and wouldn't be living
next to such filth.
The Malfoys were so insufferable, it shocked many of the neighbors to see
how their tiny son, Draco, was so shy and frightened. They soon came to
the realization, however, that anyone who's father was so demanding and
intimidating would have to grow up afraid of the world.
Mrs. Weasley loved Draco. He was only over 2 years old, but his father
had already taught him to talk, read, and write, and could be heard all
over the street pushing him to do better. Draco would write letters and
little stories to Mrs. Weasley, who had met him crying outside his house
one day. The two had become fast friends, and as Draco grew older, she
started keeping files of his writing and her daughter Ginny's drawings.
But on that particular day, Mrs. Weasley did not see Draco as he toddled
into the Weasley's backyard. Fred and George didn't see him either and as
they ran back and forth across the yard, Fred tripped over the little
child. Draco had been on his hands and knees, and when Fred knocked him
over, he landed on top of the Mrs. Weasley's rose bushes.
As George rushed forth to help the child up, he noticed a thin line of
blood cutting straight through Draco's back. It was not a deep cut, and
if the twins had been a little older, they could have taken care of it.
But, alas, they were five, so they did what kids do best: yelled for
their mom.
Mrs. Weasley came running, and unfortunately, so did Luicius Malfoy, who
had noticed his son missing. Mrs. Weasley so the situation and
immediately performed a small healing spell on little Draco, but not
before Mr. Malfoy spotted the blood on his baby boy.
Watching spots of snow turn a light pink from spilt blood as the baby's
cut healed, Mr. Malfoy turned to the twins, pulled out his wand, and
uttered the word that Fred would hear in his dreams twelve years later.
"Dimorgue!" he muttered at the twins before scooping up his child and
going home, telling his wife Narcissa to start calling the Real Estate
Agent.
* * *
Mr. Weasley looked sadly at his two sons, wondering how in the world he
would be able to explain this to them. They knew what death was from the
passing of Arthur Weasley's father the year before. But, if they
understood death entirely was a different matter.
"Fred, George," Mr. Weasley began uneasily. "Mr. Malfoy has moved his
family. But, " he continued, speaking over the twins cheers, " before he
left, he cast a very serious spell on the two of you, a spell that can
only affect identical twins."
" Dimorgue, or two deaths, is the spell." Mrs. Weasley broke in, sobbing.
George looked up at his two parents.
"Either of you care to explain what that does?" he asked in a small
voice. Mrs. Weasley was still crying, so Arthur had to explain.
"George, I don't know how to make this easy, but you will only live to be
eighteen. You will die physically. Fred, you will not only have to
continue to live life without your twin, you will start to close off
anyone who you love. You will die emotionally. And that, I'm afraid, can
not be undone."
"The only thing we can change, is how you will die. What that means is,
if we shed Fred's blood over snow and say the switch spell, Fred will die
physically, and George emotionally." Mr. Weasley explained all of this in
a monotone. He then went up to his bathroom, turned the shower on, and
cried where no one could hear him behind the sound of the water.
* * * End Flashback * * *
Fred couldn't get the scene out of his head. The twins would turn
eighteen next week. Fred was miserable because he had ruined George's
last few months by sticking to him. He didn't want to be apart now and
regret not spending enough time when George was dead. Then who would he
talk to? He had loved Angelina, and the spell took her away from him.
Without George and Angelina, Fred would wonder through life depressed.
'It would be easier for me to just die now.' he thought to himself. As
the words hit him, he knew what he had to do. Getting up, he sent an owl
to his parents:
Dear Mum and Dad,
I want to switch the spell. If we don't, I will commit suicide. My life
is pointless now, and I would rather give George the chance to be happy.
I know you think that George will want to die also once his heart dies
like mine has, but it won't. I've researched the spell, if you switch
less than a month away from the eighteenth birthday, the last part
doesn't come into effect. He will live with out me, but he will be able
to love. The spell decides that a life of knowing you will die is
emotional damage enough. Give George another chance at a happy life, and
give me a chance to end this aching.
Fred.
Walking to the owelry, Fred gave the letter to an owl, and then went up
to the common room, a place he he hadn't been in months. Sitting
defiantly in an armchair despite people's glares, he stared at Angelina.
He would die in a week, and for one week, he would secretly watch her,
enjoy her while he could.
A/N: Awwww, baby twins. I really couldn't resist. I know it's a little
depressing, but I think you'll enjoy the ending. ( I hope!)
You've read, now review! Please?
Disclaimer: I still don't own J.K Rowling's books, characters, or other possessions. If I did, well, the possibilities would be endless. But they aren't.
A/N: Are you all ready for this? The big moment, the explanation? You are? Well, aren't you in luck today!
* * * Flashback * * *
The Burrow: 12 Years Ago
Mrs. Weasley looked fondly out the window at her two five year old twins.
They were, obviously, inseparable, and at the moment, they were having a
snowball fight.
Mrs. Weasley's look darkened as she turned to face her neighbor's house.
The Malfoys had hated the Weasleys ever since they moved in. They
constantly bragged about how they were moving soon and wouldn't be living
next to such filth.
The Malfoys were so insufferable, it shocked many of the neighbors to see
how their tiny son, Draco, was so shy and frightened. They soon came to
the realization, however, that anyone who's father was so demanding and
intimidating would have to grow up afraid of the world.
Mrs. Weasley loved Draco. He was only over 2 years old, but his father
had already taught him to talk, read, and write, and could be heard all
over the street pushing him to do better. Draco would write letters and
little stories to Mrs. Weasley, who had met him crying outside his house
one day. The two had become fast friends, and as Draco grew older, she
started keeping files of his writing and her daughter Ginny's drawings.
But on that particular day, Mrs. Weasley did not see Draco as he toddled
into the Weasley's backyard. Fred and George didn't see him either and as
they ran back and forth across the yard, Fred tripped over the little
child. Draco had been on his hands and knees, and when Fred knocked him
over, he landed on top of the Mrs. Weasley's rose bushes.
As George rushed forth to help the child up, he noticed a thin line of
blood cutting straight through Draco's back. It was not a deep cut, and
if the twins had been a little older, they could have taken care of it.
But, alas, they were five, so they did what kids do best: yelled for
their mom.
Mrs. Weasley came running, and unfortunately, so did Luicius Malfoy, who
had noticed his son missing. Mrs. Weasley so the situation and
immediately performed a small healing spell on little Draco, but not
before Mr. Malfoy spotted the blood on his baby boy.
Watching spots of snow turn a light pink from spilt blood as the baby's
cut healed, Mr. Malfoy turned to the twins, pulled out his wand, and
uttered the word that Fred would hear in his dreams twelve years later.
"Dimorgue!" he muttered at the twins before scooping up his child and
going home, telling his wife Narcissa to start calling the Real Estate
Agent.
* * *
Mr. Weasley looked sadly at his two sons, wondering how in the world he
would be able to explain this to them. They knew what death was from the
passing of Arthur Weasley's father the year before. But, if they
understood death entirely was a different matter.
"Fred, George," Mr. Weasley began uneasily. "Mr. Malfoy has moved his
family. But, " he continued, speaking over the twins cheers, " before he
left, he cast a very serious spell on the two of you, a spell that can
only affect identical twins."
" Dimorgue, or two deaths, is the spell." Mrs. Weasley broke in, sobbing.
George looked up at his two parents.
"Either of you care to explain what that does?" he asked in a small
voice. Mrs. Weasley was still crying, so Arthur had to explain.
"George, I don't know how to make this easy, but you will only live to be
eighteen. You will die physically. Fred, you will not only have to
continue to live life without your twin, you will start to close off
anyone who you love. You will die emotionally. And that, I'm afraid, can
not be undone."
"The only thing we can change, is how you will die. What that means is,
if we shed Fred's blood over snow and say the switch spell, Fred will die
physically, and George emotionally." Mr. Weasley explained all of this in
a monotone. He then went up to his bathroom, turned the shower on, and
cried where no one could hear him behind the sound of the water.
* * * End Flashback * * *
Fred couldn't get the scene out of his head. The twins would turn
eighteen next week. Fred was miserable because he had ruined George's
last few months by sticking to him. He didn't want to be apart now and
regret not spending enough time when George was dead. Then who would he
talk to? He had loved Angelina, and the spell took her away from him.
Without George and Angelina, Fred would wonder through life depressed.
'It would be easier for me to just die now.' he thought to himself. As
the words hit him, he knew what he had to do. Getting up, he sent an owl
to his parents:
Dear Mum and Dad,
I want to switch the spell. If we don't, I will commit suicide. My life
is pointless now, and I would rather give George the chance to be happy.
I know you think that George will want to die also once his heart dies
like mine has, but it won't. I've researched the spell, if you switch
less than a month away from the eighteenth birthday, the last part
doesn't come into effect. He will live with out me, but he will be able
to love. The spell decides that a life of knowing you will die is
emotional damage enough. Give George another chance at a happy life, and
give me a chance to end this aching.
Fred.
Walking to the owelry, Fred gave the letter to an owl, and then went up
to the common room, a place he he hadn't been in months. Sitting
defiantly in an armchair despite people's glares, he stared at Angelina.
He would die in a week, and for one week, he would secretly watch her,
enjoy her while he could.
A/N: Awwww, baby twins. I really couldn't resist. I know it's a little
depressing, but I think you'll enjoy the ending. ( I hope!)
You've read, now review! Please?
