The Girl who Survived (Fred Weasley)

CH 102. Heart to Heart

A/N: Hello my Lovely Lovies!!

So I guess this is who we are now? A Wednesday update? Lol. Better late than never. So as I've proven before, I love when things I write tie in to moment from earlier in the story. You'll find a few Easter eggs in here that reference earlier chapters. 

Also, I was approached by someone asking to translate my story. If you would find a translated version easier for you, let me know what languages you'd like.

Without giving too much away before I even give you the story, Let's dive in! Grab a snack (My roommate made Bruschetta which I found Very tasty!) and a drink (Sparking water if you're not a fan of soft drinks) and lets get too it! Please remember to Vote, Like, Comment and tell me what you think!

~Elodie's POV~

I sat at the window that looked over the half mile of trees in front of Malfoy Manor. The way the green pine swayed in the breeze. The last few hours before the snow would begin to fall. Thick angry clouds tumbled in overhead. I pressed my cheek against the glass slightly, enjoying the way the cold barrier felt against my skin.

Part of me wondered, was the sky like this wherever Ruby was? Was it the same as wherever Fred was? Would snowflakes be resting on the shoulders of his winter coat, or would he be lighting a fire, reading a book or tinkering away with some strange object yet to be completed. I never thought I'd miss the sound of an ABBA record playing too loudly as he worked in the basement more.

Then again, perhaps he may have been alerted of the fire, and it was ashes falling from the sky above him. Watching the scene, unknowing what it was that caused such a destruction.

I was numb. I wanted it all to be over. But the only way that allowed me to see an end was only by seeing my own. Like a wave of sleep paralysis, seemingly never ending.

I wondered which guards would be on patrol tonight. Would it be Theo and Adrian? That would let me go outside so long as they trailed close behind. Or one of the Death Eaters, that would curse me for even trying to leave the front steps of the manor? Report me for whatever malfeasance they saw through their eyes.

Before I could summon the courage I needed to sneak downstairs to check, there was a quiet turn of the door knob to enter into the room. I shut my eyes, ready to brace myself for another request, or even a taunting row about how I was being a bad sport. But instead the door clicked again, and the scent of sweet berries and red wine danced towards me.

I looked up to find Narcissa standing a few feet in front of me with a neutral facial expression, that she tried to turn into a warming slime. She held out a hand, gesturing to the spot of the bench where my feet rested, wanting to take a seat in their place.

I curled my feet closer to my body, letting her take the space as I looked back out the window, examining what I was preoccupied looking at. Trying to pinpoint what held my attention.

"The Pucey boy won't be out there tonight," She said softly. "Neither will Theodore."

I lifted my face from the window, pulling the afgan closer to me. "They're the only ones that let me walk the grounds after dark. They don't protest or report me for aiding your garden either," I said and wrapped my hands around my knees, hugging them closer to my chest. "Your roses were dying. I couldn't stand to see the grounds keeper just rip them out and toss them when all they needed was a bit of managing."

"I understand why you feel angry with Draco," She said as we looked outside, watching the snow finally begin to fall. "He told me you saw?" She asked.