Hello everyone !
I'm kind of stress, this is my first story in English. I want to say that English is not my first language (and this is actually a translation of a One Shot I wrote in French a few years ago). So, if you see mistakes, don't hesitate to tell me!
I hope you will enjoy reading this short story.
Why ?
It was war, they had to fight. Again… They were all in the Requirement Room, getting ready for the last battle. Her hair was even more tangled than usual, her arm slightly burned by the Dragon. Her eyes met his own. She tried to smile, to comfort him but fear paralysed her. She could die, he could die and all she wanted more than anything was just to locked those thoughts away. They were going to survive. Both of them. They had to.
One last look and she left. On her way, she met a Death-Eater. "Stupefy!". "Petrificus Totalus!". Two spells casted at the same time. She turned around and saw him. The young woman rushed into the arms of the redhead and kissed him. She kissed him like it was the last time she will be able to do it.
And then, they went back to fight.
What she didn't know ; it was the last time she kissed him.
The last time she hugged him.
The last time he whispered to her: "I love you".
A sob escaped her throat when she saw his body. When her gaze met George's. He understood when he saw a pain similar to his own in the eyes of the girl.
She wanted to scream.
She wanted to forget.
It couldn't be real.
Not him !
The battle was over… At least for the others… For her, the battle had just begun. A battle against life. A battle against this pain which was tearing her heart apart. A battle for him.
Ron had decided to helped George at the shop, so sometimes she went with him, showing an happy and love struck smile, while her heart was screaming at her: "Hypocrite! He knows nothing! You're not in love with him". She never stayed long, pretending work.
She didn't want for Ron to know the truth.
She didn't want for any of them to know the truth.
She didn't want for him to see the pain in her eyes when she was seeing George. The same eyes, the same smile, the same laugh… She tried to focus on the differences but…
Every time, after she visited the shop, she found herself in front of his tomb and she cried… For long minutes the salty tears were falling on her cheeks without stopping… Externalizing her pain and sorrow…
Her fingers always played with the ring he had given her, down on one knee while promising love and fidelity to her.
Then she yell a "WHY?" full of anger and sadness mixed together.
Why did you leave me ?
Why are you dead ?
Why ?
They should have got married, like the ring in her hand proved.
She should have had his children.
They should have yelled at each other, she for his incessant jokes and he against her far too serious attitude.
They should have been happy.
Together.
"Why ?" she whispered, touching with the tips of her fingers the letters on his tomb. The letters that were creating the words, she hated.
"Fred Weasley
Hero of the War
Died at the Battle of Hogwarts
April 1st 1978
May 2nd 1998
Mischief Managed."
End
I hope you liked it ! Again, if you see grammar mistakes, tell me !
Have a nice day (or night ! )