Chapter 4: A Death in the Family

"Come in," said the sweet voice that she had shown Fred. The bolts on the door undid themselves and a familiar man entered.

"Hello Miss Cross," he nodded towards her with a grim look of horror on his face, the place seemed to be evacuated, Fred thought the room was sound proof, yet they heard the knock, interesting.

"Magic," Sara replied with a smile realizing his confusion, "Is there anything wrong?" she asked the man in a seemingly sincere tone.

"Kingsley," he replied breaking away from the woman's alluring touch. "What in god's name is an Auror doing here?" He looked at the pale face before him. "Business?" He inquired curiously.

"Fred, I, I don't know what to say.." he trailed off, avoiding Fred's eye. "The mark, it held strong over your joke shop, we thought, but we never hoped to find…" It was as though he couldn't bare to speak of what had happened.

"Dark mark, eh? Over me an' George's place," he shook his head. "Blimey, this I'll run the two of us out of business for sure…" he tried to catch the eye of the man, a look of sympathy upon him. "Who'd they get?" There was a long pause, and tears welled up in Kingsley's eyes. Fred had a look of horror himself sprout upon his face. "Wh-Where is George?" He looked for answers but he got none.

"I must leave," Kingsley looked at the pair and reluctantly began to tread away. "A funeral is to be held in the late morning, a small ceremony you know..." he trailed off, and left, closing the door behind him, he didn't want to see or hear Fred's reaction.

"Fred- I," Sara attempted in comforting Fred but her actions were taken harshly. Fred didn't know what to do, he couldn't process this, the moment she touched his shoulder he snapped, throwing her onto the desk in the middle of the room, stomping her wand till it snapped in several different places on the ground.

"It was you who did this to him!" He yelled charging toward her, she had a look of pure awe and fear, not knowing what to do or say. He threw her onto the ground, completely and utterly compelled to tear her limb from limb, anything to tear him away fro the fact that his brother, his twin was dead.

"No- I, I," she couldn't think of anything to say, why did George have to die? She hated this, her wand scattered on the floor, Fred in an uncontrollable rage and she was by all means helpless.

"SHUT UP!" Fred screamed dragging her by her coat collar onto the floor when she hit the vibrations were sent through the whole room. "Shut up you whore!" He attempted to hit her but she cowered and managed to block him, her arms would likely soon bruise. Fred dragged her up onto the wall, banging her repeatedly against it while she began to cry. He leaned closer on her, putting on more and more pressure till she was paralyzed and still. "Who sent you?" There was a pause, consistent with her cries. She pleaded with her eyes but he was in no mood to set her free, to think, to process what Kingsley had just told him.

His fist banged on the way sending a shiver up her spine. "Who the fuck sent you!" he asked shedding his first tear as he fell to the ground sitting himself up against the desk. "FUCK!" He new every other word out of his mouth would be profanity. Sara struggled to gain her composure.

"I'm so sorry," she said with true sincerity, clutching her bruised arms shaking rapidly. She sat next to him, perhaps she was suicidal, she didn't know how he'd react to her calmness. Fred clutched his head in his hands lifting it up as though it was weighted down by iron or steel.

"Sorry?" He asked in a weak voice, like something was caught in his throat. "Sorry won't bring back the one person who fucking had my back!" He looked down on the rumpled carpeting. "…And I was supposed to have his." He had a pained expression on his face. "I wish I would have gone with him, no make that I will go with him," He said confidence building, getting up from where he sat.

Sara looked at him in awe for a moment then stood as well. "You must be joking," Fred nodded in disagreement as if it gave him pleasure to disappoint her. "No," she said in a firm commanding voice, she backed away from him as if disgusted by what he had just mentioned. "You can't, damn it Fred, I worked to hard at keeping you alive for you to do this!" Tears welled back up in her eyes and she looked nearly as pained as Fred.

"You… what?" Fred asked in shock at what the girl had just said as she cupped her mouth shut, rather late. "YOU KNEW ABOUT GEORGE?" He choked on the name of his twin, she knew, she actually knew. Reluctantly she replied yes to his hostile question. "You fucking knew and you sat there, with me while he died, you hear that! He's dead now, because of you..." He trailed off looking away from her, not knowing what exactly she knew.

"You don't understand, you ignorant waste of a cock!" She screamed defensively. Fred took personal offense to her statement.

"Well then, if I'm so misinformed and miserable why the bloody hell aren't I lying next to my brother!" He cried, he wanted answers, and he wanted them quickly. "Why do you care about me so much?"

There was hesitation in her voice, fear though not of Fred, "I didn't want anymore blood shed then possible, Voldemort, he-he, he wanted to send a message through the closest thing he has to family, and…" She looked up at the red head that stood so tall upon her. "And I didn't want any more then I could bare."

It was much to take in, she was in with Voldemort? She convinced him, an all mighty dictator to spare him? "So, so what now, hmm?" He asked in a riled up voice trying to figure out what exactly was going on. "How'd you decide then, flip a fucking coin, who is to live, who is to die? And you had that choice didn't you?" A reason, just any reason at all to jump her and he would have, 'never hit a girl,' bullshit, she had it coming and she knew it.

"I-I, I didn't know what to do, if I hadn't said anything he would have killed you both." She looked at him in the eye as though she was shammed, but it was not shame she felt, rather fear.

"And I never occurred to you that I might want to go with him!" Fred yelled kicking down the bothersome desk storming out of the room, the door still open from Kingsley's entrance, heading to locate his family and see just what had happened.

Sara sighed lighting up a cigarette and leaning against the wall, wiping away the crocodile tears she perfected so beautifully and waited till she heard a loud pop to relax in full.