Weasley Twins One-Shots

You and I Both Know

I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters, they belong to JK Rowling

It was busy in the Burrow. Everyone was preparing for Bill and Fleur's wedding. People had been rushing about left, right and centre but, as nothing else could be done that day until Mr Weasley gets home from work the next morning, so everyone was currently relaxing. Harry made to walk into the living room with everyone else, but someone grabbed his arm. "Harry! Could I have a word?" Fred asked, grinning. Harry nodded. "Yeah, sure." Fred pulled him back into the kitchen, and George made to follow. Fred, surprisingly, stopped him. He placed a hand on George's chest, and shook his head. George looked confused. "What? You share everything with me, I most likely already know." Fred, however, shook his head. "You don't know this. I'll tell you later, I promise, but I have to tell you both separately. It's quite important that I do." Harry was shocked. He had never heard Fred say that he and George needed to do something separately before. George looked slightly offended, but mainly confused. He didn't ask anymore questions. "I'll be upstairs. Make sure you tell me." He said, pointing a finger and jabbing it in Fred's chest. "Ow! Yeah, of course I will!" Fred exclaimed. George backed out of the kitchen and up the stairs. As soon as the sound of George's footsteps had disappeared, Fred dragged Harry outside. It was dark out, so Fred took out his wand. "Lumos Maxima!" A little orb of light hung above them, lighting up the whole garden.

"Brilliant, now we can see. Harry, I just wanted you to promise me some stuff before I start." He said, his face and voice sounded uncharacteristically serious. "Yeah, of course." Harry said. "You can't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you." He said. Harry was taken aback. Fred and George were usually really open, bragging about everything that happened to them, and dramatising it. "Sure." Fred looked unconvinced. "Harry, I mean it. Not George, not Ron, not Hermione, not your pillow, nothing and nobody! Don't even talk about it to yourself! You understand?" Harry was totally bewildered by the amount of urgency and seriousness Fred was expressing. It was also slightly unnerving. "Yeah, ok. Hang on, George?" Fred nodded and pressed a hand in Harry's shoulder. "I'm going to tell George everything I'm about to tell you, but I don't want you two talking about it. I can't risk anyone overhearing, hense why we are out here." He said, removing his hand from Harry's shoulder and gesturing to the garden, which was half-decorated for the wedding. "Ok, I get it. What's up?" Fred looked around, as though expecting someone to be stood behind a bush, watching them. "I think you know." Harry shook his head, surprised. "I'm sorry, what?" Fred sighed.
"I think you know why I want to talk to you." Harry merely stood there, utterly confused. "I know you feel it too. I can tell. The way you speak to me, the way you look at me, the way you look at me and George. It's like... it's like I'm already dead." Harry sighed.
"Oh. I see now." Fred looked at the ground. "I feel it to, Harry. I know I'm not going to survive this war." Harry cut in.
"Fred, don't think like-!"
"No, Harry. Listen. You and I both know I'm not going to make it out alive. When it eventually comes down to the big battle, wherever that may be, I'm still going to enter it, fully ready to take as many Death Eaters with me as I can. But we both know I'm not walking out of that battle alive." Harry shook his head. It was true, he did have the feeling that Fred wasn't going to make it. He didn't understand why, it had just happened the moment he saw the twin at Privet Drive, the night George lost his ear. Since then, the feeling has only grown stronger the more time he spends with and around Fred. Seeing him cheerful, laughing and joking with George, it's like he doesn't know he's not got a lot of time left. He's so careless, yet careful at the same time. It's sometimes quite upsetting, that feeling. Fred had been quite a large part of his life, never failing to surprise him and make him laugh. Harry knew he would be extremely sad if Fred died. "Fred, I- I'm sorry. It won't happen. You won't die." Fred sighed, shaking his head. "Harry, don't deny it. It makes it worse when you deny it." Fred said, his voice beginning to shake. "Harry, I will die in this war. And it hurts like hell, knowing I'll never see a You Know Who free world, but it happens. I'll be killed who knows when, and it's... it's going to leave George alone." Fred said, tears now glistening in his blue eyes. Harry sighed. "Yeah, I know. But you can't blame yourself for that. He'll have people watching out for him." Fred murmured something that Harry didn't catch and shook his head slowly. "He'll be broken. Distraught. I know, because I will be, too, if he was killed. Harry, you have to swear to me that you won't let George do anything daft. He has to live his life, not mourn me for the rest of it. He needs to run the shop, he needs to get married to the woman or, indeed, man of his dreams and have kids. Harry, promise me you'll watch out for him." Harry saw a few tears glistening down Fred's cheeks. "Yeah, yeah of course." He said. Fred looked slightly relieved. "Thank you, Harry. So much." With that, he pulled Harry into a hug. When they broke apart, Fred was very pale. "It's scary, you know, knowing I'm gonna be killed at some point. Again, it's not going to stop me fighting. I'll fight until my dying breath if I can, but I know, eventually, I'll be defeated." Harry nodded. He couldn't speak. He couldn't bear to imagine a world without Fred Weasley, a world without the Weasley Twins, a world where Fred Weasley is dead. It was impossible. Fred had been the light in the darkness, along with George, and the twins had built up such a fanbase for themselves. Yet, just as soon as it started, Fred was going to be cruelly snatched away by who or what ever. "Hey!" Fred said, snapping his fingers in front of Harry's face. "Not dead yet, you know!" Harry shook his head to bring himself to the here and the now. "Sorry. Daydreaming." He said. Fred hummed. "Yeah. I know." They were silent for a few seconds before Fred spoke again. "It's honestly quite scary." He said breathily. "I've never been afraid of dying, and I'm not afraid of dying now. It's just... I'm scared for George. I'm scared of how it's going to affect him. Harry, I'm going to be killed. I'm not exactly going to have time to say goodbye." He said. Tears shone in his eyes once more. "I've written notes. One to every member of the family, and one to each of my friends. In total, there's Mum, Dad, Bill, Fleur, George, Ron, Charlie, Percy, Ginny, Lee, you, Hermione, Angelina, Katie, Oliver and Alicia. It tells them everything. How I feel now, what to do when I die, all sorts. I've told George to keep living his life, that I'll try and see him again before he dies. It's so hard, knowing I'm leaving him alone, that I'll be the cause of so much pain for him." Tears streamed down Fred's face as though he'd given up trying to stop them. Harry pulled him into a hug, and felt his shoulder get slightly damp. "I'm gonna miss you, Fred. We all are. And yes, we both have the feeling that you're going to die. Doesn't necessarily mean it will happen. If it does, we'll work our way through it. If it doesn't, that's brilliant. I don't want you to die, Fred. Honestly, it will affect everyone who was at Hogwarts when you were, and the people who came afterwards. Your rein was, by far, the best. But, I promise you that I'll make sure George doesn't fall into some black hole of sorrow that he can't crawl out of. Obviously we'll let him grieve, but I won't let it go on for too long, or let him sink too low, I solemnly swear to you, Fred. I won't." He felt Fred nod against his shoulder. "Thank you. That means more to me than anything." His voice sounded muffled against Harry's shirt. Fred pulled away and wiped his eyes in his sleeve. "God, how am I going to tell George this?" He whispered. Harry had a feeling it was only aimed at himself. "I'll help you." Harry said. Fred looked over at him. "Come on, I'll go with you. You don't have to do this alone, Fred." Fred nodded, and the two of them headed back inside.