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Freddy Weasley is in a world of pure imagination. (twinpowers) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2012-08-27 23:46:00

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ch: can: molly weasley, ch: swap: fred weasley, p: ari, p: rachael

Who: Molly Weasley^can and Freddy Weasley^swap
What: Comforting a soon-to-be dead babygirl.
Where: The Library
When: After this.
Status/Rating: Closed&In progress/Emotionssss.

Dead. There was such a finality to the short word, a thing that Freddy desperately was trying not to focus on. She hadn't lied; she had drank just enough to be able to poke fun at herself for the fact, to maybe start accepting that there was no way to change it. That was what she had told Hannah, and at the time, she had meant it. But as the alcohol slowly left her system, Freddy's emotions began to bounce around all over the place, nothing staying stable for more than a minute.

She had found the one Harry earlier, got him to go to Honeydukes with her, which provided a much-needed distraction in the form of sweets and company. Even that didn't last long, however, when her alternate father began writing to her.

Freddy hadn't cried; not much anyway. She'd screamed until her throat was raw by the lake, which didn't help, stared blankly at her professors during the day's lessons, which also didn't help; but seeing a version of her Daddy, one of her favorite people in the whole world, writing to her caused a dam to burst that she'd been aware that she was desperately attempting to hold up.

Walking blindly to the library, Freddy chose a table that was far enough back to provide privacy from nosy eyes, and waited. She knew that Molly had said that she'd be able to find her, but she was still anxious. Above all else, she just wanted to know that her Mommy loved her, too.

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mumsey
2012-08-28 04:31 am UTC (link)

There was no coincidence that Molly Weasley's boggart was her children laying cold on the ground. After her brothers' deaths she had vowed not to let her family down and to protect them at all costs. However, since arriving at the Compound, she had learned that she had not been able to do that. Her children had been attacked by wolves, lost ears, been splinched, and, worst of all, one of her babies had been killed in battle.

While her brain knew that she could not protect them at all times, her heart could not accept this. When one of her babies was hurt or in danger she was supposed to be there to make it all better. There was nothing she could do to change the course of time now, but there was one thing that she could do now: she could reach out to her children from all worlds and to comfort and love them when they needed her the most. It didn't matter that she hadn't given birth to them herself; they contained some part of her and that was all that mattered.

She had gone to comfort her George in Pokemon World after he had told her that Fred had died, and she had hoped that she never would have to do that again. However, she would not turn down a child that needed a M. Weasley in their lives right now. If she couldn't protect one of her twins then from the thing that ultimately ended their lives, she could protect Freddy from the hurt and fear that was assaulting her now.

It didn't take Molly long to gather a few snacks from the kitchen and make her way up to the library. She bypassed the tables in the front of the room and headed towards the back, her robes swirling around her feet as she hurried towards her baby. She caught a shimmer of red hair that could only belong to a Weasley and quickly descended towards the slumped girl, her arms already itching to collect her to her chest.

"Freddy, darling," she softly called out as not to startle the girl when she came within earshot. She quickly dropped the food on the table and reached over, brushing a lock of hair out of the girl's face. It was a bit startling to see bits and pieces of her own son in Freddy's face, leaving no doubt who she was.

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twinpowers
2012-08-28 05:17 am UTC (link)

Her senses were in overdrive after the seriousness of the situation sank in, and Freddy looked up, picking up on her almost-father before she even spoke. "Da-- Mom," she corrected herself, looking into her mother's clear eyes.

"I--" There was so much Freddy wanted to say, to apologize for, to try to reconcile, but she couldn't seem to find the words. In her own home, she knew she'd been dismissive of her parents' worries, that she couldn't be bothered with their opinions at times. Time and time again they had warned her and Georgie just how dangerous fighting for something they believed in had the potential to be, but she'd set their fears aside. It would turn out, she knew, that they had been right. In her youthful arrogance, she would end up breaking her family. And that was something she wasn't sure she could forgive herself for.

No other person at the school at this very moment could do what Molly Weasley did to her at that moment. The strength and resolve she had built up was quickly crumbling down, and the hot tears spilled from her eyes. Her voice was thick as she said, "I'm so sorry." It was all she could manage to get out before the tears fell faster, and she hurriedly wiped some away.

"I broke us." In a certain respect, she meant just her and Georgina. God only knew what had become of her twin sister, and the guilt of that alone was crushing. She knew that her mother would understand that she also meant the whole family. Death was something she couldn't change or repair. "I didn't mean to."

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mumsey
2012-08-28 05:48 am UTC (link)

Most women said that there was nothing worse than losing a child. However, Molly Weasley had a different take on the matter. In her eyes, there was nothing as heartbreaking of having your child knowing that they will die and then trying to apologize for something that was outside of their control. She felt her heart crack as Freddy turned her tear filled eyes towards her, instantly hating the person who had done this to the young woman and chastising herself for not being there to prevent it from happening.

"I know baby, I know," Molly shushed, bending over to wrap Freddy in her embrace. Her Fred and George, while young, were already too smart for their own good. They were curious lads, always getting into everything, and many nights Molly had stayed up late worrying over what would happen to them once they had grown up, but she could never have entertained the thought that their gallantry and penchant for being in the thick of things would lead to their deaths.

She pulled a chair over and settled down next to the young woman, one hand idly smoothing the hair back from her daughter's face repeatedly. "Of course you didn't, love," she said, pulling a handkerchief out of the sleeves of her robes and passing it to Freddy. She pressed her lips together as she remembered how George had been and how much of a slave to the bottle he had been when he was here. Broken was precisely the word that fit the situation. "It wasn't your fault. None of this was, do you understand? The important thing, right now, is that you're here with us again. That is what matters."

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twinpowers
2012-08-29 01:21 am UTC (link)

Never in her wildest imagination would Freddy think that she would leave her parents...well, there was no word for that situation, where a parent lost a child. And Freddy, obviously would never be able to emphasize with that. It was an overwhelming thought, and still one that she couldn't wrap her head around.

She leaned against Molly heavily, allowing herself to be coddled in a way that she'd not allowed herself to be in years. Freddy took the handkerchief from Molly with an incoherent mumble of thanks, before wiping her eyes. As Molly talked, Freddy looked up in her eyes, nodding. "I know it wasn't." Rationally, she really did know this. It was apparent that she hadn't gone to the Battle with the intent of dying. It was just an unfortunate circumstance. "It just hurts. I can't let anyone hurt like that."

Managing to hold herself together for another moment, Freddy pushed her hair behind her left ear, tugging the lobe, a tiny reminder she sometimes did when she wasn't around Georgie. "I don't want to leave you all again."

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