8
'Fred—why?' George stuttered, tears flowing like a river—big, wide and, of course, never-ending 'Why—Fred? Why?'
Rose shed a tear. She had not thought about how the past would react if they knew someone among them would die and not make it to 2016.
'A side effect of the flowing of history' her mouth opened without giving the mind a signal, 'Uncle Fred lost his life in 1997, during the war' (a side effect of reading too much history for a 10-year-old).
'The war?!' Molly gasped, 'There is going to be a war?'
Albus side-eyed Rose- and who was the mature one?
Rose caught Albus' side-eye- her mouth said sorry, but her eyes gave a meaning of 'blame it on Lily'.
'The battle, to be exact. The final battle. The battle to end all. Us versus the dark side. Good news: we won, bad news:-'
'We lost lives' said Lupin, 'loads of them?'
Rose looked down, unable to speak.
'Yes.' Said Lupin, 'Not just Fred, there are others. Who?'
Rose simply forced herself to not answer.
'We have the rights to know about our lives and deaths. You must tell us.' Sirius stated.
Rose gave in. Sirius, for once, had a point. She sighed, 'It'll hurt.'
'A side effect of dying. We understand.' Lupin understood. Mrs. Weasley nodded, ready to cry more.
'I'm sorry' said Rose, 'but you, Professor Lupin, and Sirius, Professor Dumbledore and Tonks.'
'No…...' Crying, hugging, gasping, and even more crying, even more hugging and even more gasping.
'I'm not even done—' Rose started, but she decided to shut up. It was already too much.
'Sirius—my godfather, you just came out of Azkaban—you can't die! You deserve a life—for Merlin's sake!'
'Harry, oh Harry, don't worry, it's going to be fine.'
'Professor Lupin? Professor Lupin, but—but—you deserve a life too?'
'Harry, oh Harry, everything will be okay.'
'That's literally what I just said, Lupin, have some originality, use that big brain of yours,' Sirius complained, 'But who cares, Lupin, my friend, oh Moony Moony coochie-coo (sorry, that just came to my mind).'
'And Tonks, oh such a young, brilliant women!' said Molly.
'Yes, true indeed. It's such a tragedy.' Lupin answered to that.
'She's very clumsy. It was probably because of a backfired spell she casted herself.' Said Sirius.
'Sirius!'
'I'm sorry, just thought things needed to be lightened up.'
'But oh, oh, oh, P-Professor Dumbledore? H—how?'
'Umm,' Rose hesitated, '1997, but the story is probably for another time.'
'Why?' Ron asked.
'Spoilers! We want spoilers!' chanted the twins.
'Trust me, no.' said Rose.
'Don't force the girl—Rose, is it?—Boys.' Said/demanded Dumbledore, who looked like he was not a bit affected by the news of his future death.
"Okay, Professor," said Fred, "but 'another time' means later, and to make it a deal, you have to tell us about the reasons of the deaths of the others, too.'
'Deal.' Said Rose, at least she didn't need to reveal them now.
'By the way, Rose, you look pretty smart. What's your identity?' said George, while he and Fred smirked at Hermione.