Forever Isn't Real // Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter Twenty Nine - Laid To Rest

  Upon my arrival at the Weasley house hold I was automatically hit with two things. Molly set everything up for me to move into Ginny's room where I would get my own space. And Percy had apparently ratted Fred and I out. Now the entire Weasley family knew that he and I are a thing. Meaning Molly had prepared a thirty minute lecture about dating, sex, and pretty much everything else. Setting up firm rules that she said could go away once we turn 17.

"Oh Godric Molly we aren't even thinking about that!" I exclaim to her.

"Yeah no thinking about it at all," Fred says.

"Please you guys are at that age!" She says, "I know Bill was sneaking around by 6th year and your father and I definetly were-"

"No no we are not talking about your and dad's sex life," Fred says.

"Molly we aren't having sex and we don't plan to have it any time soon," I tell her, "frankly it's the furthest thing on our minds." She looks between us skeptically.

"I know that you both are young and don't think of the long term but I need you to understand the long term affects off-"

"We aren't having sex!"

"Alright alright-"

That ended the conversation. However Molly kept on with trying to bring it up. Even worse she had eyes on us 24/7. Meaning no more sleeping in Fred's bed or slipping out at night to watch the stars. And if Molly couldn't watch us you bet she sent one of the others to baby sit. The week couldn't move faster. However as the day approached the guilt I was trying to work through kept getting worse and worse. How am I supposed to look the Cultven's in the eye? I let Ralan die. I could have stopped it. It didn't have to be a life for a life.

"Wow you look terrible," George says. I look over to the door frame to see him sitting there watching me carefully. I sigh.

"I feel terrible," I say to him, "if I would have just said something or done something to just stop it. I could have tried a patronus charm or something!"

"You can't blame yourself forever," George says to me, "you know Mikey already said he doesn't blame you."

"Mikey wouldn't tell me if he blamed me," I say to him. I sigh looking into the mirror. Rolling on a layer of makeup to make myself look less dead.

"Hey love you doing alright?" Fred asks as he pops his head into the room. I nod. Both of the twins have on a pair of nicer looking robes with their long hair combed to make themselves look less like a bum. "Well mum is ready to leave when we are."

"Alright," I say standing. I brush down my clothes then stand moving to his side. With this we all make our way to downstairs to meet the other Weasley's down stairs. Once we reach them Molly moves about straightening up the hair and outfits of all of us. Making a point to see if everyone is okay. Finally she decides the group looks well enough then shovels us into the fireplace giving us each a fistful of floo powder.

Upon arrival at the Cultven Manor Molly once again moves to straighten up each of our appearances.

"Molly dear," I hear a soft voice say. We all look to see Annalen Cultven standing beside her son. Both of them are groomed well. To see Mikey's messy hair tamed is a miracle. "Oh its so nice to see you." Molly engulfs the other woman in a hug.

"You too dear," Molly says, "I'm so sorry for you loss."

"I appreciate you coming," Mrs. Cultven says, "it helps this whole process." Mrs. Cultven looks over us kids with a soft smile. "It's nice to see them all. I haven't seen most of them since they were small. They've all gotten so big."