Dancing In The Storm •Fred Weasley•

Chapter 2

I fell to the ground as the tears rolled down my cheeks. My body racked with sobs.

I knew this was good. But the fact that I had a chance at seeing my husband again made me want to dance and sob all at the same time.

I wanted to sing and I wanted to scream.

I wanted to jump and I wanted to collapse.

I wanted to cry of joy and I wanted to sob myself to sleep.

I had so many emotions.

What if he didn't want to see me?

What if he broke out for some random reason?

What if he doesn't love me anymore?

But then again. What if Scarlett and I are the full reason he did break out.

Did he love us?

Did he think of us all the time?

Did he believe I divorced him?

More important thoughts cane to mind.

Was he okay?

How did he break out?

Is he safe?

Will he come here?

I didn't know what to do.

I just didn't know what to do.

I never did.

Over these past twelve years, that has been my conclusion.

When Scarlett started her first year at Muggle school, and I had been called down to the school because Scarlett had had a meltdown. All she wanted was her daddy.

She cried for hours. Nothing would calm her. She screamed for her daddy. All she wanted was her daddy. And I couldn't give that to her.

I didn't know what to do.

Until finally, I broke. I cried with her until she finally fell asleep.

I didn't know what to do when I was fired from my thirtieth Muggle job.

Thirtieth.

I didn't want to continue. I just wanted to be able to support Scarlett and myself.

I ended up applying to ten different Muggle jobs the next day. Praying for at least one to accept me.

And it did.

It was like a miracle.

And now. With Sirius having escaped Azkaban. I didn't know what to do.

Should I try and find him?

Should I stay here and wait for him?

Should I tell Scarlett?

Can I tell Scarlett?