This couldn't true. It couldn't.
He had said he'd stay safe – he promised – and she'd made Gideon swear to keep him out of trouble (despite Gideon being the more mischievous of the two).
He wasn't dead. Neither was Gideon. It was all just a cruel, sick joke.
That Killing Curse hadn't hit him. Fabian hadn't jumped in front of his twin when the blinding green light shot straight for him, and Gideon hadn't dropped down next to him and sobbed, leaving him open and vulnerable for all sorts of attacks.
She wasn't alone.
She didn't have a dead fiancé.
He would come stumbling through the front door any moment, and she'd yell at him for making her worry, and he'd hug her and comb his fingers through her untamable curly black hair and whisper mindless comforts, and he'd make her a hot chocolate because he knew she hated tea and coffee, and he'd open the mint choc-chip ice cream tub and grab her special spoon that had the handle in the shape of a pig, and he'd carry her over to the armchair they always fought over, and they'd drink and eat and watch rubbish telly and she'd fall asleep in his lap, and she'd wake up with a face full of ginger curls that smelt like olive and pine, and he wasn't dead.
She hadn't lost two of her closest friends, hadn't lost a pair of boys she loved so unconditionally, hadn't lost her stupid brother-in-law to be, hadn't lost her idiot of a husband-to-be.
There was still so much left to do – the wedding, the new house, the kids he so wanted and she wanted too but was so scared of being a bad mother but he made her braver so she wasn't as scared and they were supposed to grow old and meet their kid's kids, and she still had to officially introduce herself as Mrs. Fabian Prewett, and she still had to sign her name 'Hestia Prewett', and she still had to be a real aunt to Bill and Charlie and Percy and Fred and George, and she still had to see Gideon make an honest woman out of some lucky bird, and there was so much left unfinished.
She hadn't just lost two barely-there men.
She'd lost a whole life.
A/N: HA if you thought this was going to end well like really it's Harry Potter nothing ends well for people from the Marauders Era
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