Forever Isn't Real // Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter Eighty-Seven - Ginny goes back to Hogwarts.

With the ministry falling Fred had officially moved me and the kids to the burrow. Now fully no longer allowed to leave. Something we both agreed on, albeit much to my own arguing and distaste.

"I'm not a child," I snap back at Fred, "and why do you get to put yourself at risk to stay in the Alley?"

"To make money so we can survive," Fred says, "listen- if we both go and something happens to both of us. The kids lose both of us."

"But it's okay if they lose you?" I ask harshly. Fred sighs as he moves to place his hands on my shoulders. Hoping to get some sense into me instead of the blind anger and fear. "I just- I'm scared that one day you won't come back."

"If the alley gets any worse I promise you that George and I will close down shop," Fred says at once, "I promise." I nod lightly. His hands move to cup my cheeks. "I have to go alright?"

"One more kiss?" I ask him softly. He smiles before meeting me in a soft kiss. I move draping my hands on his shoulders as his hands move to my waist. Hoping by some crazy chance this could convince him to not leave. But he breaks the kiss. He gives me a long goodbye before turning to leave he runs to catch up with his twin who was already waiting at the edge of the fields. Clearly hoping that Fred would hurry. Within seconds of them reaching the other they apparate away. Leaving me alone in the cold summer morning.

As I head back inside Molly is in the kitchen frantically cooking. Clearly working out her anxieties in the best way she knows how.

"I wish they'd close the shop," Molly says as she stares into the bowl of whatever she was mixing, "I don't see the point- they have savings."

"If they close its a huge loss," Charlie explains as I move over to sit down beside the two high chairs. Both of the twins eagerly holding their sippy cups that Fred and made them before leaving. I move reaching for the paper. The Daily Prophet plastering the cover with Harry's picture demanding anyone who knew where he is or where he's going to turn over information. I scoff lightly as I flip to the next page.

"EXCLUSIVE EXTRACT FROM THE UPCOMING BIOGRAPHY OF ALBUS DUMBLEDORE , by Rita Skeeter."

  "Lovely that Rita Skeeter is beating Dumbledore's good name even now," I say sarcastically. Charlie chuckles lightly not even looking up from his book.

"Wait until you read it," He says. I look back to the paper to see what he mean.

  "Proud and haughty, Kendra Dumbledore could not bear to remain in Mould-on-the-Wold after her husband Percival's well-publicized arrest and imprisonment in Azkaban. She therefore decided to uproot the family and relocate to Godric's Hollow, the village that was later to gain fame as the scene of Harry Potter's strange escape from You-Know-Who.  Like Mould-on-the-Wold, Godric's Hollow was home to a number of Wizarding families, but as Kendra knew none of them, she would be spared the curiosity about her husband's crime she had faced in her former village. By repeatedly rebuffing the friendly advances of her new Wizarding neighbors, she soon ensured that her family was left well alone. 'Slammed the door in my face when I went around to welcome her with a batch of homemade Cauldron Cakes,' says Bathilda Bagshot. 'The first year they were there I only ever saw the two boys. Wouldn't have known there was a daughter if I hadn't been picking Plangentines by moonlight the winter after they moved in, and saw Kendra leading Ariana out into the back garden. Walked her round the lawn once, keeping a firm grip on her, then took her back inside. Didn't know what to make of it'  It seems that Kendra thought the move to Godric's Hollow was the perfect opportunity to hide Ariana once and for all, something she had probably been planning for years. The timing was significant. Ariana was barely seven years old when she vanished from sight, and seven is the age by which most experts agree that magic will have revealed itself, if present. Nobody now alive remembers Ariana ever demonstrating even the slightest sign of magical ability. It seems clear, therefore, that Kendra made a decision to hide her daughter's existence rather than suffer the shame of admitting that she had produced a Squib. Moving away from the friends and neighbors who knew Ariana would, of course, make imprisoning her all the easier. The tiny number of people who henceforth knew of Ariana's existence could be counted upon to keep the secret, including her two brothers, who deflected awkward questions with the answer their mother had taught them: 'My sister is too frail for school.'  Next week: Albus Dumbledore at Hogwarts — the Prizes and the Pretense."