Chapter Twelve: Farewell
Fred rolled over on his side. His cheek flattened something crinkly. His eyes flickered open and he sat up. A note.
"Dear Fred,
I'm sorry for all I've put you through, when all you did was try to be a good friend. But- the truth must come out. I can't leave without telling you. Telling you everything."
Fred paused and rubbed his eyes. He stood up and walked swiftly down the hall. Swiftly, he knocked on the door. No reply. He opened it. The drawers were spilling clothes, her bed covered in books and Hogwarts books. She was supposed to be at Hogwarts today... The window was open a crack at the bottom. But- Jennie was nowhere to be found, so slumping on her bed, he continued to read the letter.
"I've been wanting to confess all. But I couldn't. It would have put you in danger. Now that I'm gone I think you deserve to know. I've had dreams. About us. And we were..together. But-Fred. In those dreams you and I were killed by a Death Eater, in my room. He called us "dirty informants". Fred, do you see? If I told Molly, I would have been an informant and we would have died. If I hadn't been with Danny, then we may have gotten together or something and my dream would definatly come true. I couldn't do that! I know. I KNOW that millions of people have and will die at his expence...but it's not real to me. You're real. And I won't let you die. Then...I had another dream. I was talking to...HIM. HE wanted me to betray Dumbledore. Maybe if I go and help HIM...Then I can't be an informant "foiling his plans". So- I can prevent my dreams! By joining him... Just know, that everything I said was true, and all I did, I did to keep us alive. And I couldn't take all the betrayal at thye Order. And I couldn't take not talking to you. I brought my owl. Please, Fred, don't tell the others. It's all I ask. Owl me if you get this. I'll be long gone...but... I did this all for you.
Love,
Jennie "
Oh great...Fred thought soaking it all in. It was all technically his fault.
"Cleo." Jennie said abruptly into the pay phone.
"Garland?" Cleo Cobain's voice scoffed.
"What makes YOU call ME? I thought you, were a pure blood, how could YOU know how to use a phone? And where did you get my number?" Cleo asked impatiently.
"I have my ways," Jennie said.
"Where are you anyway? Too stupid to be a witch?" Cleo asked boredly.
Jennie heard a twisting of a cap she knew would be nail polish. But Jennie was not about to get sidetracked. Her mind was made up. She would do this.
"Nope. But is there any way you can get to England?"
"Yeah, sure. Let me just hop into my fireplace. I don't mind, it's only like 5:00 am. Are you crazy? You aren't even my friend! Why would I come to England of all places, for you of all people?"
"I know that you are a Death Eater. Your mom told my mom. Looks like mummy dearest doesn't like that her daughter is evil..."
"Yeah, right. I keep in touch with an overseas Dark Lord." Cleo mocked.
"Don't make me use my mind control." Jennie warned.
"Alright. What's in thos little trip for me?" Cleo snapped.
"I want...I want to be a Death Eater."
A bout of laughter errupted on the other end of the phone. "Done yet?" Jennie asked impatiently, answered by a snobby silence.
"Don't you get like bonus points to recruit or something? And...Trust me, you'll get major ones for this recruit." Jennie said.
Between snide giggles, Cleo said, "OK missy. But if you're not serious-"
"Oh I am." Jennie cut Cleo off, very sure of herself.
"Alright. I'll be over shortly...where shall I meet you?"
Fred rolled over on his side. His cheek flattened something crinkly. His eyes flickered open and he sat up. A note.
"Dear Fred,
I'm sorry for all I've put you through, when all you did was try to be a good friend. But- the truth must come out. I can't leave without telling you. Telling you everything."
Fred paused and rubbed his eyes. He stood up and walked swiftly down the hall. Swiftly, he knocked on the door. No reply. He opened it. The drawers were spilling clothes, her bed covered in books and Hogwarts books. She was supposed to be at Hogwarts today... The window was open a crack at the bottom. But- Jennie was nowhere to be found, so slumping on her bed, he continued to read the letter.
"I've been wanting to confess all. But I couldn't. It would have put you in danger. Now that I'm gone I think you deserve to know. I've had dreams. About us. And we were..together. But-Fred. In those dreams you and I were killed by a Death Eater, in my room. He called us "dirty informants". Fred, do you see? If I told Molly, I would have been an informant and we would have died. If I hadn't been with Danny, then we may have gotten together or something and my dream would definatly come true. I couldn't do that! I know. I KNOW that millions of people have and will die at his expence...but it's not real to me. You're real. And I won't let you die. Then...I had another dream. I was talking to...HIM. HE wanted me to betray Dumbledore. Maybe if I go and help HIM...Then I can't be an informant "foiling his plans". So- I can prevent my dreams! By joining him... Just know, that everything I said was true, and all I did, I did to keep us alive. And I couldn't take all the betrayal at thye Order. And I couldn't take not talking to you. I brought my owl. Please, Fred, don't tell the others. It's all I ask. Owl me if you get this. I'll be long gone...but... I did this all for you.
Love,
Jennie "
Oh great...Fred thought soaking it all in. It was all technically his fault.
"Cleo." Jennie said abruptly into the pay phone.
"Garland?" Cleo Cobain's voice scoffed.
"What makes YOU call ME? I thought you, were a pure blood, how could YOU know how to use a phone? And where did you get my number?" Cleo asked impatiently.
"I have my ways," Jennie said.
"Where are you anyway? Too stupid to be a witch?" Cleo asked boredly.
Jennie heard a twisting of a cap she knew would be nail polish. But Jennie was not about to get sidetracked. Her mind was made up. She would do this.
"Nope. But is there any way you can get to England?"
"Yeah, sure. Let me just hop into my fireplace. I don't mind, it's only like 5:00 am. Are you crazy? You aren't even my friend! Why would I come to England of all places, for you of all people?"
"I know that you are a Death Eater. Your mom told my mom. Looks like mummy dearest doesn't like that her daughter is evil..."
"Yeah, right. I keep in touch with an overseas Dark Lord." Cleo mocked.
"Don't make me use my mind control." Jennie warned.
"Alright. What's in thos little trip for me?" Cleo snapped.
"I want...I want to be a Death Eater."
A bout of laughter errupted on the other end of the phone. "Done yet?" Jennie asked impatiently, answered by a snobby silence.
"Don't you get like bonus points to recruit or something? And...Trust me, you'll get major ones for this recruit." Jennie said.
Between snide giggles, Cleo said, "OK missy. But if you're not serious-"
"Oh I am." Jennie cut Cleo off, very sure of herself.
"Alright. I'll be over shortly...where shall I meet you?"