¨*The Boy Who Returned*¨

Part 2, The escape.

As Y/n flew through the clouds she could feel the raindrops hit her face like spikes, they hurt and it felt like her face was burning. She thought to her self "I'm a fucking fool, why would I kiss him? Ofcourse it wasn't Fred. H-he.. he is dead." She just kept flying, she didn't know where she was going or why- but she just kept going. She felt like she deserved it, she deserved the rain that was falling on her, she deserved the cutting feeling of a knife in her chest. It was all her fault anyways, she was the one that was supposed to.. die. If only Fred wouldn't have tried to protect her by frowing himself infront of her, his dead body collapsing on top of her as she tried to wake him up. Her tears flooding her eyes as she realised that... he was gone. Forever.

She had been flying for a good hour when she saw the house, the home, the only place she felt safe. The Burrow. She landed on the wet grass and hurried inside. No one had been there since, the incidence. The dust on all the furniture made it feel like a ghost house. She took off her coat, it was soaked from the rain. She walked slowly towards the clock that was hanging on the wall. Her eyes went glossy when she saw that the "Fred" on the clock had dissapeared, she took a step forward and stepped on something. It was Fred's piece from the clock. She carefully picked it up and tried to gently attach it to the clock, she tried and got more and more agressive. But she couldn't do it. She turned her back to the wall and slid down watching the small picture of Fred. She couldn't help but smile when she was looking at the picture. She wanted to keep it but felt selfish, she knew that George would have wanted it. She was wondering if George would come back to the house after the funeral or not, then she could leave it here for him. She thought about it and stood up. She went to the kitchen and looked in the drawer where the Weasleys kept their parchment paper, she always thought it was an odd place to keep paper and quills but now it felt natural. She wrote a quick note that said "George, i'm very sorry about what happened. Can you forgive me? I can't forgive myself anyways. I thought that you might come here after the funeral so I wanted to give you this. Love, Y/n". She put the note on the dinning table and went up the stairs. She could remember every scratch and their history. There was a slight bump in the wall and she remembered how George and Y/n had pushed Fred down the stairs on a matress, he had hit the wall and left a bump. Luckily nobody had noticed and they got away with it. 

She reached Fred and George's bedroom. She put her hand on the knob and stood still for a few moments. She felt like she was the weakest person in the world, she couldn't do it. But then she thought about Fred. It felt like he would sit inside the room, waiting for her. She turned the knob and walked in. The smell of Fred washed over her like walking into a perfume store. She thought about backing out but couldn't move anywhere but forward. She sat down at Fred's bed and the dust flew everywhere.  She took a deep breath and turned to look at the bedside table, there she saw the cd-player she had given him for christmas. She pressed the ON button but nothing happened. She looked inside and saw that her favourite CD was in it. Their song. She took out her wand and said quietly "Reparo". She clicked the button again and "Arms Tonite" by Mother Mother came on. She couldn't hold the tears back anymore. She just couldn't. It felt like Fred had just swept his arms around her, his smell was there and the warmth in her chest made her feel like he really was there. The sound of the music filled her ears and she felt like she was in a sea of Fred. "I died in your arms tonight..." The lyrics felt like they were written for them, he died in her arms. Just the way he wanted to, but the guilt was about to tip over the edge. Everywhere she went she thought she saw him. But then when she went up to them she always looked like som crazy weirdo. Talking about some Fred that she thought they looked like. She heard something downstairs so she quickly turned down the music. She heard voices "- it must be somewhere in here-". "-yeah it must be in here-". At first she thought it was one of the Weasleys but realised that none of the voices belonged to them. She wondered what they were looking for as a woman's voice ranted in frustation "I THOUHT THIS STUPID CHAIN WAS IT-". She thought that they might be looking for jewlery and became frozen. What if they came to Fred's and George's room, the room she was in. She began panicking and looking for whatever they were looking for. She looked around the room hearing that they had moved on to the room before her's. She carefully opened the window- ready for escape. The last place she looked was underneath Fred's bed. She saw a letter with a small package attached to it taped to underneath the bed. She quickly took the package and carefully opened it. It was a beautiful necklace with three big blue sapphires dangling from the silver chain. The design looked awfully similar to something she had seen before. The she looked down at her hands and at the ring she had gotten from her great-great-great grandmother. They looked like they were from the same set. Suddenly she heard footsteps outside the room. "Get in you git", "Yes, m'lady". The man and the woman busted the door open and continued searching but didn't find what they were looking for. And that was because Y/n had it. But the woman wasn't stupid, she had seen the wet coat lying on the floor and the note on the kitchen table. After all she was the one and only Bellatrix Lestrange and it was very hard to trick that woman.