Tears flooded the lids of your eyes, staining your cheeks as your eyes were red and stung harshly. You assumed the worst...

"Fiona!" Mrs Weasley called suddenly, rushing over at the surprising appearance of you and Fred. The weight of your body was strained upon your knees, causing them to wobble as you walked. Luckily, Fred and Mrs Weasley helped you down to settle on an armchair. "My dear, what happened?!"

No words sounded from your mouth as your cry overpowered your control. Everyone in the burrow had began to gather in worry, George and Ginny pushing in front.

"What happened? What's wrong?" Ginny demanded, her eyes filled with worry. Fred sighed heavily, knowing that you weren't able to speak due to shock, despair and heartbreak.

"We were attacked-"

"Attacked?!" Most of the Weasley's said in synchronisation. Fred simply nodded.

"Yes. By Death Eaters." They all gasped.

"Death Eaters?" Harry asked worriedly; he was staying also, seeing as Mrs Weasley hated the idea of Harry suffering from unfair treatment at his 'home'. Fred nodded, again.

"Her mother said something about You-Know-Who trying to recruit witches and wizards to join him and his army. They refused... causing them to be targeted, and..." Fred paused, looking down at you. Your cry had settled down to you slowly breathing, staring at the ground with more tears. He didn't have to say the rest, that and he didn't want to, it was enough for the others to understand.

Harry couldn't look at you in the eye for guilt had washed over him, feeling like this was his fault. Quickly, your eyes had contact with his and you barely shook your head, a weak smile forming to show that despite his thoughts, that it wasn't his fault.

"Oh...Fiona," Mrs Weasley whispered, wrapping her motherly arms around you and hugging you like you were one of her own. "You can live with us, my dear."

You quickly looked up at her, eyes concerned a little. She chuckled as she seemed to have read your mind.

"No, you're not a burden. You are part of this family and have been since Ginny first brought you here." Her words were soft and kind as she smiled warmly towards you. You sniffed lightly and your voice was barely audible, sore from your crying.

"Thank you..."

Later on that evening you had washed and changed into your cosy purple and white polka dot pyjamas, the long sleeves and trousers kept you warm, as did the fire that crackled in front of you. The flames danced carefree and happily, as if attempting to cheer you up. Despite its efforts, it didn't work much at all. Your knees were tucked under chin and your arms were bound across your legs, hugging them sadly.

"I don't know what to do, George..." Fred said quietly. The two tall brothers stood in the kitchen, George leaning up against the sink with a mug of tea, quietly keeping an eye on you to make sure that you were ok. "I feel useless."

"I doubt that, Freddy." George muffled into the mug, swallowing some tea before returning to speak again. "You did the best thing you could, you brought her back safely here and protected her."

"But-"

"No buts." George interrupted. "You couldn't have prevented what happened, but you did what you could to stop them getting to her. Mum is proud of you." Fred smiled half-heartedly as George took another glug of his tea. His sad gaze fell upon you staring into the fire, the golden glow reflecting off of your skin. Again, he smiled sadly, weakly. George elbowed his brother's arm, bashing a massive hint towards him as he gave him the famous cheeky twin grin. "Go on. If there is anyone to make her the slightest bit less sad, it's you."

Fred exhaled a long sigh and picked up his large feet, slowly making his way towards you. A shadow gradually covered you like a blanket, but you didn't look up to see who it was. Your body and mind felt too depressed.

"Hey..." Fred greeted carefully, not wanting to come across full-on.

You said nothing.

"Is it ok if I join you?"

You said nothing.

Fred sighed again and sat down next to you anyway, not wanting to leave you on your own for any longer. The warmth from his body rose awareness of his presence, but you still remained the same, staring blankly into the fire. Long minutes dragged on by in silence, the only occasional sound coming from the crackly fire.

"Fi-Fi," Fred breathed, finally deciding to speak up. "I'm... I'm sorry about what happened."

Suddenly, your body snapped back into function as your arms swung around Fred, hugging him tightly, afraid. Your eyes began to sting again, but no tears fell. Your eyes had been reduced from any more. Fred jumped a little from this sudden movement but did not retract. He too wrapped his longer arms around you, determined to make you feel a little better.

Your arms loosened their grip a little as you settled, calmed by the warmth from Fred, calmed by his presence. For a short while, the thought of your parent's deaths escaped your mind briefly, clearing your thoughts from this torment.

Gently with his thumb, Fred stroked the back of your arm soothingly, holding you silently, not pushing you to speak. However, this content scene was ruined by the thoughts again. Your eyes were pricked by that familiar sting once again. It didn't feel real that your parents had died.

Killed...

Murdered.

Your arms began to tighten around Fred's waist a little as you buried your cheek into his side, seeking comfort. Fred wanted to speak, say something. But he didn't want to push you. Instead, he brushed the fleeing strands of your hair away from tickling your nose, curling them behind your ear.

"F-Fred..?" You croaked a little, your throat still slightly sore.

"Yes?" He answered, looking down at you as your eyes travelled up a small distance to meet his. What you asked next, he did not expect.

"What if something happens to you too?" You could feel your words wobble slightly. Desperately, you tried to hold them back, as well as the tears.

Fred paused, uncertain about what you meant.

"What do you mean?"

"W-well... What if you died too? I wouldn't be able to go on if you were taken away from me too-" You were silenced by Fred gently kissing your lips, breaking the kiss once you had rid of your tension. He smiled reassuringly.

"I wouldn't ever leave you."

However, inside of his mind was the small sense of guilt. Of course he would never leave you. But you did have a point. What if he died? What if something happened soon. No one can predict what Voldermort has planned.

But this was something that he knew you had to hear to settle you down.

But the thought lingered inside of his mind...

...what if something did happen?

What then?