Time Turner: Saving Fred Weasley

Chapter 1: Numb

      I remember it all so clearly. I felt like I was about to collapse. I went to our spot. The place we promised to meet each other when we got the chance but it had been too long with him not appearing, panic began to fill my heart. I rushed to the Great hall to see George sitting on the floor clutching his chest, his face empty. His face was red and blotchy from crying.

"George.....George what's wrong?"  He suddenly threw his arms around me hugging me as tight as he could sobbing into my shoulder. "I'm so sorry! I tried the best to save him!" He sobbed, barely stopping to breathe.
"What are you talking about?" I asked dumbly. He looked at me unable to speak, it was then I realized he was talking about Fred.
"No!.....NO!" I shoved past them towards the part of the great hall, where the dead lay. My mind became muddy. I need to find Fred. I have to prove it's not him. It can't be him.

    Please don't let it be him. Please don't be him, it can't be him. I stopped in front a cot, with feet hanging over the edge, He was lying down on the cot. His face was dirty and looked as if he was sleeping. I slowly walk up to him with my thoughts repeating 'Please just be asleep, please just be asleep, please just be asleep.' I kneel down beside him and shake his shoulders.
"Fred.... darling... wake up this isn't funny. If this is not some kind of joke, it isn't funny whatsoever." I felt a hand grab onto my shoulder and hear Molly's voice.
"Sweetheart he's gone I'm so sorry." I could hear the deep pain in her voice as she spoke to me. "No! Please don't leave me Fred! I love you, please you can't leave me!" My tears flowed like a river, soaking his shirt and there was no way to ever stop them.

    I lifted his shoulders and sat behind him resting his head in the crook of my neck holding onto his head. Slowly rocking him praying this was all a dream and that I would wake up with him beside me reassuring me that everything will be okay.  I was clutching him so tight my hands hurt, but I was not  letting him go. My chest was tight, my head was swimming and I was dizzy. There was a thickness in my throat, and a heavy pain deep in my gut that would not go away no matter how hard I screamed. My thoughts were so filled with Fred, my sweet Fred is gone that I did not realize that Harry, Ron and Hermione had appeared looking down at us with pure sadness and pity in their eyes. I felt so numb to everything around me, my thoughts only consisted of Fred and our future that was now gone. Nothing else mattered to me this moment. If I died fighting in vengeance for my love, so be it. I'll be with him again and that's all that would matter. My grip on reality slowly came back when Ron started brushing back his hair trying his best to choke down the tears that were streaming down his face. Hermione rushed to him where he attacked her with a hug sobbing into her shoulder as she calmly rubbed him back and held him in her arms.
After a several minutes passed Arthur then came up to me resting his hand on my arm where I was caressing Fred's head. "Rebecca.... I think we should go and get some rest now.."
"You're absolutely mental if you think I'm going to leave him."
"You need rest, the death eaters are going to come back and you need your strength."  He slowly tried to break my arms free from holding Fred. Tears arrupted from my eyes as panic filled my heart.
"No no please let me go! I can't leave him please Arthur!"

      He managed to get me off of Fred. I started screaming and thrashing like a madwoman. I felt another pair of arms grab onto me and little to my surprise it was Harry. "HE NEEDS ME! HE NEEDS ME WHENEVER HE'S SCARED PLEASE LET ME GO BACK TO HIM HARRY!"  He then wraps his arms around me tightly.
"He's gone Rebecca.... he's okay.... you will be okay." My vision becomes flooded with tears and I grab onto Harry as tightly as I can. He then uses his other hand to hold my head. Harry was always there for me other than Fred. He's the closest thing to family. A dead family. A poisoned brother, and parents who were murdered defying You-Know-Who. As I stared at the stone wall in front of me Harry looked around and saw the room of miserable, heartbroken, and injured students and staff that were left in the Great Hall.

"You have to go don't you?" "I'm afraid so." He slowly unwraps his arms around me.
"Harry... I know that you will be the one to save us all at the end of the day but promise me you will come back. Harry, you are the closest thing I have to family and losing.... Losing Fred-" I shook my head unable to speak "will forever haunt me but if I lose you. I will NOT survive." "Rebecca..I-" I grab onto his arm looking him deep into his eyes in hopes that my brokenness and my desperation is enough.
"Harry James Potter. Promise me you will come back... please.." He sighed and stood up extended his hand to help me stand.
"I promise." Then with that he kissed my forehead and gave me one last hug before walking out of the great hall. I look around to see the room full of people full of grief and sadness and feel almost numb to it all.