fred weasley and athena potter sort of have a requited-unrequited love for one another, they're so madly in love with each other yet they think it's one-sided.
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Athena paces back and forth in St. Mungos, as her best friend's fate held in the hands of the healers.
"Love, are you okay?" Fred pants, running up to the girl. She looks up at the boy, confused as to why he's here, his face softening at the view of the girl's tear-stained face. "Fred? What are you doing here?" She asks, her voice hoarse from all of the cryings she'd done previously. "Er, surprisingly, Dumbledore told me to come- said you would need me."
Despite everything that was happening, Athena still managed to flush pink at the boy's words. Could everyone tell she liked Fred? Was she that obvious?
"You never answered my question," He says, placing his larger hand over her small one, "How are you?" He asks, his eyes trailing her carefully, as if one wrong move and she'd crack. "Horrible," She answers truthfully, "Isabella hasn't stopped crying, and Elliot's broken more things than I can count," she croaks out.
Waiting for what had happened to Cedric was taking a serious toll on all three of them, just in different ways.
"Did they say what happened to him?" Fred asks, Athena shaking her head, "No, all we know is what Harry had told us, which was that they tried to hit Cedric with the killing curse," Her heart aching as she imagined the sight of that, "But he dodged it! Harry saw him dodge it, and then they took the port-key back, it doesn't explain anything." She says upset, the whole situation giving her a headache.
