tw: mention of death, panic attack, mention of ed and talk about sh
I just like love everything Fred does for Maddie, like just I want it pls
"You okay?" Cedric asked, his voice strained as he painted, his hands planted on his knees as he looked back at Harry. Maddie furrowed her brows from where she sat behind a stone. She took in her surrondings, the fog layered on the ground, enclosing the rest of the gravestones. She shivered and moved her body away from the one she was leaning against as she walked closer to Cedric and Harry.
She was confused as why they didn't look up at her but it was just like her other dreams before, they couldn't see her until they wanted to. She watched as Harry groaned, his hand coming up to his scar before shooting a look of fear to Cedric. He immediatley yelled to run back to the portkey as he started to run.
"I've been here in a dream before, Cedric! We have to get back to the cup, now!" Maddie listened to Harry's words in confusion, he had had dreams like her's too?
Before the two could make it out to the cup, two figures walked by, one skinnier than the other, and one a lot shorter. Maddie shudered, suddenly feeling cold with their presence. Harry's scar burned as they grew closer and Cedric pulled his wand, pointing it at the two.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
"Kill the spare." The tall one spoke, the one who still had no face. She watched as the one beside him pulled his wand out and she jumped out, trying to block Cedric from the spell but it just went through her and into him. He laid dead on the ground as Harry ran to him and Maddie ran up to the figure in the dark cloak.
She was suddenly pulled back by a force when she got close to him and his head turned from watching Harry's spot on the ground to her. She then realized her hands were empty and she had no wand. Reaching in her cloak, she found her pockets were empty and a wave a fear flashed over her features.
"Madelyn Willows, what a lovely surprise. How did you get here, my dear?" The man asked, trailing his long finger down her cheek, the nail sending a soft line of white. She tried to move from his grasp but an invisible force was keeping her there. Others appeared around them, all dressed in black with white masks.
She crained her head to look at them but the man gripped her chin and forced her to look at him. One of the people in black stepped forward at the sudden movement and the no-face guy's eyes flipped up to him.
"Let her go." He spoke and the cloaked guy laughed. It was a throaty laugh, one that shook the whole graveyard and made everyone quite. He did not like the fact that someone had spoken out against him but let Madelyn go anyway, she ran to Harry and Cedric.
"Why don't we just do it now, seems she's ready enough." He said, his arms open as he walks around the group of people. When he came to an opening, Harry lifted his wand and tried to cast a spell but the other guy was faster and sent him over to a statue, capturing him and tossing his wand somewhere in the grass.
"She'll be ready this summer, that was the deal." Maddie recognized the guy in the circle as her father and realization crossed her features.
This was the dark lord and these were his followers.
They were plotting for her to become one of them.
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Fred sat beside Maddie, the lights already on with concern laced over his features as she shot up in bed, sweat dripping from her forehead. She pulled the convers back and immediatley hopped out of bed, pacing around the room. He watched as her chest heaved up and down and she ran her fingers through her hair, clearly shaken by whatever this dream was.
Usually he was able to wake her up during them, but this one was a bad one and he couldn't. She was shaking so hard and he was debating going to get McGonagall. She tried to catch her breath as she sunk to her knees against the wall and Fred came to her side, pulling her into him.
"It's okay, it's okay. It was just a dream, it's okay." He laced his hands in her hair and tried to calm her breathing as he spoke to her and she cried, feeling the aftermath of Cedric's death. "Sweetheart, I need you to breath with me." He placed his hand on her chest and grabbed her hand and placed it on his. "In and out... in... and out." He said and she slowly followed him. "Good girl, that's it."
"H-he killed him, a-and t-then m-my f-father w-was t-there a-and they want t-to m-make me-" She tried but he shushed her, saying it was okay and they would talk about it later. He was just trying to calm her down right now.
They sat their for a while until her tears soon became dried and her breaths slowed down and she rested into him. He wrapped his legs around her and brought her closer into his chest, his hand coming to rest on her cheek as he pulled her into him.
He rested his head ontop of hers and envolped the feeling of her, her delicate hands gripped onto his shirt and her soft breaths blowing onto his chest every so often.
"I don't want to go back to bed." She spoke softly. "But I don't want to talk about my dream." She didn't know what he would think when he found out she would become a death eater, she didn't want him to fear her or think any differently of her. She knew she couldn't get out of it.
It was her fate.
"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" He asked, his free hand rubbing circles along her thigh. She sighed into his chest and cuddled closer to him.
"Anything."
"Can I ask you some questions about how you're doing?" She nodded. Fred had been checking up on her every day with the usual 'how are you doing' or 'what did you eat today' but she knew he had other questions about what was really going on. "Was there another reason... why you feel like you have to do this to yourself?"
She stilled, he didn't know about Malfoy did he?
"Maybe..." She said, playing with her fingers from where the were settled on Fred's chest. He chuckled.
"Maybe? Do you wanna tell me?" She shrugged her shoulders, she knew that if she told him about Malfoy she would probably end up telling him about the time she cut herself and she didn't want to do that. He hummed and rested his head against the wall, letting silence take over them for a minute and giving her a moment to gather her thoughts. "Does it have something to do with Malfoy?"
She pulled away from Fred and turned so she was facing him, her hands sitting in her lap as she stared down at them. She nodded softly and her eyes bubbled up with tears.
She didn't know how he found out and she didn't want Malfoy to get hurt because he had backed off, she didn't know why but she was grateful for whatever the reason was.
Fred pulled her chin up to look at him and his eyes softened when he saw her tears. He wiped them with his thumb and cupped her cheeks in his hands. "I didn't mean to make you cry, my love. I just want to know why you believe you need to hurt yourself like this. Because you don't and you shouldn't ever feel that way."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, wrapping her legs around his torso and burrying her head into his neck.
"I know he hasn't done it in a while, but he shouldn't have in the first place." He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him before standing up and bringing them to the bed, climbing in with her still ontop of him. "Was there anything else he did or made you feel? I won't ask you specifics about what he said if that'll make you uncomfortable but if you hurt yourself in anyway, I want to know."
Silence passed over the pair before Fred heard sniffles coming from the girl attached to him. He pulled back to hair covering her face and saw her tear covered eyes as she tried to be quiet.
"Baby-"
"I'm sorry." She sobbed, bringing her hands up to cover her face as Fred pulled her into her lap and started pulling her hands away. He kept shaking his head and wiping her tears. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"No, no. Hey, hey, you have nothing to be sorry about. It's okay, c'mere sweetheart." He pulled her to him and rubbed her back soothingly as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear, trying his best to comfort her. He felt extremely bad that he had made her cry as much as he did this night, but he knew it was good for her to get it out.
After she calmed down a bit, she pulled away from him and rubbed at her eyes, the sting now becoming annoying to her. Fred pulled her hands away and rubbed his thumb over the backside of them and she pouted.
"My eyes hurt." She said and he chuckled, planting a soft kiss to her lips.
"I know, darling, I'm sorry."
"When did you find out?" She asked, fiddling with the hem of her pajama shorts. He sighed and lifted up the fabric, revealing the now lessened scars she had on her thighs.
"The first time I saw you naked." He said, rubbing his thumb over the scar. "I didn't ask you about them because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable but I checked in on you and made sure there weren't any new ones."
She glanced up at him and smiled, kissing him. She brought her hands up and entangled the in his hair before slipping her tongue in his mouth. She pulled away and looked out the window, noticing it was now daytime and sighed. She slumped against his chest and he ran his hands through her hair.
"I want to talk to Dumbledore about my dreams." She said and he kissed her forehead.
"That sounds like a good idea."
"Can you come with me?" She asked, pulling his hand to hers.
"Of course."
She didn't know when she was going to tell Fred about her being a death eater, she didn't think she was going to. She wanted to be with him and she didn't know what he would think of her, especially her family.
She was afraid of what Harry would think, with his parents and everything. She wished she could lay with Fred forever and not have any problems with her father and the dark lord, just peace and quite, falling in love with him.