Fred Weasley (![]() ![]() @ 2017-08-21 12:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: fred weasley |
Who: Fred Weasley (open to Ivy since she's sharing the bed)
Where: Their flat in Lincoln
When: Monday night
What: A really bad dream
Rating: Not very nice at all.
“Boys, can you lay the table? Dinner’s almost ready.” Fred made a point of groaning loudly, but he stood up and pulled out his wand regardless. Molly’s head disappeared back into the kitchen where she was busy preparing their meal. The smell of roasting beef and potatoes was wafting steadily through the burrow now, and he knew it wasn’t just his mouth that was watering. With a flick of the wand, the plates rose from the cabinet and flew to the table, reserving a place for every member of the family. Mum, Dad, Bill, Charlie, Percy, George, Ron, Ginny and me. Fred glanced at the clock as he worked. It was rare to see all the hands pointing to Home – well, all but one. Ginny’s hand still pointed to Prison, but Molly had assured them all her youngest would be home for dinner. The whole family squeezed into the Burrow for a proper home-cooked meal. What could be better? Fred’s eyebrows raised as Ginny’s hand began to move, circling slowly around until it pointed to Home. Someone knocked on the front door. At that same moment, every other hand on the dial shifted in unison, swinging around and stopping at the least used mark on the clock face: Mortal Peril. “Fred dear get the door, that’ll be Ginny!” Molly called from the kitchen. Apprehensive though he couldn’t tell why, Fred made his way through the house toward the door. He could see the silhouette of someone through the frosted glass, and he was certain he could tell it was Ginny. Ginny was home for dinner. “Better late than nev-er,” Fred sang, opening the door, but the words died on his tongue as Ginny’s wand pressed against his temple. His eyes widened as he realised she was flanked on either side by tall figures in black cloaks. Under their hoods were the emotionless facades of the Death Eater masks. “Imperius.” Fred couldn’t move, couldn’t draw back away or slam the door in Ginny’s face. She grinned at him and lifted her wand, shifting it like a puppeteer, and as if the strings were on his limbs, Fred turned like a marionette. He wanted to open his mouth, to scream at them all to run. He knew what she was going to make him do. He knew what words were going to come out of his mouth as he raised his wand and pointed it at his father. “AVADA KEDAVRA!” The flash of green light was accompanied by a scream, and the guttural howl of pain from one of his brothers as they realised what had just happened. Fred’s hand tracked to the next member of his family. He said the words with venom, spitting the spell as he screamed it at every member of his family. He watched from inside his body, a prisoner in his own mind, able to feel everything but unable to stop. One after the other his brothers fell to the ground, their eyes wide with fear and betrayal, but empty and lifeless. His mother’s screams were silenced as Fred cut her down in the doorway of the kitchen. Behind her gravy began to burn on the stove, filling the air with the putrid smell of meaty smoke. Fred stepped on George’s face and Bill’s hand as he was compelled back to face his sister. He felt bile bubbling up in his throat, but he didn’t have the power to make himself vomit. He couldn’t fight. He couldn’t run. He couldn’t even whimper without Ginny’s command. His sister smiled at him as she raised her hood up over her fiery hair. It was a hungry smile, like a wolf standing amid a massacre of sheep. Her eyes were cold and sharp. “Out with the old,” She told Fred, her voice brimming with laughter, as if it were all a prank she was playing, “I’ve got a new family now.” Fred’s hands rose up to his throat, and he gripped at his own windpipe. His fingernails clawed into his flesh, drawing blood in small crescents as he started to choke. His eyes filled with tears but he couldn’t cry. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t do anything but watch as Ginny lifted a skull-carved metal mask to her face and took her place in the line of Death Eaters. Beside her the two figures lowered their hoods and revealed their faces. Fred was greeted with the twisted smiles of Rabastan Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy as his vision began to darken. He awoke in the darkness gasping for air, his hands at his throat as if trying to pull away some phantom squeezing the life from him. Sobbing he rolled out of the tangle of sheets onto the floor, momentarily unable to convince himself it had just been a dream. Just a dream! A really, bad, dream. |