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Quarrels of Quidditch by fang_and_fortune

Format: Novel
Chapters: 27
Word Count: 49,601

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Strong Violence, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Drama, Humor, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Oliver

First Published: 10/16/2012
Last Chapter: 03/26/2013
Last Updated: 03/26/2013


My name is Emma Blakely. And I am in a serious quandary. 
Oliver Wood. Fred Weasley. Hearbreak. Jealousy. Angst. Passion. Lust. Deceit.
Decisions. Decisions. Decisions.
And no matter which decision I choose, someone is going to get hurt.

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PART 1 of 2 [trust won't see this one coming]

Chapter 27: One Last Laugh

 My nausea had gotten worse. And I still hadn’t gotten my period. I knew what this meant, at least I was pretty positive. I had written my concerns to Hermione via letter and she had responded back with a home pregnancy test. Because I was half-blood, I had heard about some things of the Muggle world, but because it was my dad who was Muggle, it’s not like he ever talked about a home pregnancy test before. I read the directions and opened the box.


‘You pee on this?’ I thought. Ugh. Muggles were so weird.


I proceeded to pee on it and waited for it, drying it out by waving it in the air. I kept checking and nothing had appeared. I wondered if that meant I wasn’t pregnant and in a way, it made me really sad. Fred and I had been married a year and though we were living with Molly and Arthur still, we had planned to move into an apartment and start a family, eventually buying our own house. I checked again and realized something was beginning to appear on the small screen. My eyes were glued to the stick, which I still thought was a little silly. Suddenly, the answer stared back right at me.


Yes. I was pregnant.


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I tried to hide my fear because I knew in this battle fear was my worst enemy. But that was beginning to seem impossible. Honestly, how could I do this?! I had just discovered I was pregnant. PREGNANT. I shouldn’t be in a battle while I’m pregnant. It’s worse than drinking Firewhiskey or inhaling potions. It wasn’t just about me anymore. I had a baby to take care of.


The thing is, Fred didn’t know. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to know yet…during the battle and everything. I was nervous how he’d take it and that it might distract him. The reality is everyone had to look after themselves, despite Fred’s promise to protect me and everyone he loves. Everyone needed to protect themselves at this point…except me, I supposed. I needed to protect my baby and myself now.


“How you feeling?” Fred asked, breaking my thoughts. I pressed my lips together and didn’t try to hide the dread in my eyes.


“C’mere,” he said bringing me into him. I wrapped my arms around him and softly let a few tears fall. I was absolutely terrified. That was the truth. He kissed my forehead for awhile before letting go, but I didn’t want him to so I clung to him longer. I looked up at him and saw that his eyes were wet. He could hardly fight back the tears either…he was scared too…


“We’re going to win, right?” I asked. “That’s what matters.”


“Yeah,” Fred said, nodding softly. He kissed my forehead and we readied ourselves for the attack.


McGonagall had put a protective dome over the castle and, from up on one of the balconies atop the castle with Fred and George, it almost looked beautiful. But the beauty faded as its meaning sunk into me and I knew it was drawing near…that it was only a matter of time. I took Fred’s hand as well as George’s and waited, never leaving their grasp.


They tried to lighten the mood with jokes and memories, but the fear still trembled in their voices and time only slipped faster away with every second.


Finally, an orange light hit the dome and I began to see parts of it dissolve, breaking the protective dome. Tears ran down my face as I realized what was happening. It was time. It was time to fight.


“…Time to go,” George said, reluctance in his voice. I threw myself into his arms and hugged him. He was my best friend and my brother, and there was no way I could lose him. He hugged me back and when he let me go, Fred took my hand and brought me in to kiss him. His hands framed my face as he kissed me passionately. But the kiss didn’t make me feel a lot better because it was filled with urgency, fear and uncertainty. I didn’t like that…it only made me more scared.


“I love you, Emma Weasley,” he whispered after breaking away. I gazed into his eyes and tried to get lost in them.


“I love you too, Fred,” I answered back. I couldn’t find that happy place in his eyes and I could tell he was searching for it in mine, too. But we couldn’t find it right now…we had to go.


We walked into the castle and positioned ourselves, wands ready, hearts pounding. I tried to be brave. Come on, I was in Gryffindor! I knew the courage had to be in me somewhere. That was what set me apart from any other house. If I hadn’t of had it, I would have been put in Ravenclaw or something. Suddenly, my thoughts turned to my stomach. I clutched onto my belly and a whole new fear washed over me. This was for my baby. This was for my child’s future. And suddenly, I gained the courage.


But a new courage suddenly formed in me as well. I turned to Fred and looked at my husband, the father of my child.


“Fred?” I started. He turned to me, eyes locked into mine. I paused, struggling for the words before I finally found them.


“I’m – ” But I was cut off by the scream of death eaters and Voldemort’s army charging through. Immediately, I began to fight, fighting for the life of my child, for the life of myself, for the life of Harry Potter, my close friend and teammate. He really was one of the family; and family, well, there’s just no compromise for it.


The battle went on for what seemed like hours, and everywhere I turned I saw students and professors – no, wizards and witches – fall to the ground, wounded, or worse…dead. I tried to let my inner courage override my inner fear. My future was my motivation, my family was my anchor and my child was my source of bravery. I fought with bravery, so much more than I thought I had in me.


‘This,’ I thought. ‘This is why I was chosen to be in Gryffindor.’


I rounded a corner and I was alone, or that’s what it seemed. I didn’t notice a death eater standing behind me ready to cast me dead, but someone else did.


“Avada kadavra!” Fred said, striking the person behind me. I turned around and saw the death eater fall to the floor. Fred immediately came to my aid and kissed my lips. He was dirty, sweaty and his clothes tattered and torn, but all the same he was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen in my life. I didn’t want to stop kissing but I knew I had to. We were in the middle of a war after all.


“Be careful,” he warned as he went off. I followed him, striking death eaters and those part of Voldemort’s Army as I did. I found myself in between Fred and George in the Great Hall, and it was bittersweet for me. For one, there was nowhere else I’d rather be than fighting next to these two at the moment. On the other hand, I wish I could be anywhere else than fighting in between these two…anywhere else…any other circumstance. I was growing tired and I wondered if it was partially due to my pregnancy, but I pressed on. I could not get tired right now. I couldn’t!! Getting tired, resting, giving up meant death in this battle. And I would not sacrifice rest for my baby’s or my own life.


Suddenly, there was a huge explosion to my right and I couldn’t find Fred.


“Fred!!” I screamed searching for him. Oh no…oh no, oh no, oh no, I thought. “FRED!!”


“Emma, let him go!” George yelled from beside me. “Let him go!” I saw the death eater that had struck the explosion and immediately every bone in my body, every muscle and vein was in high acceleration. Heading straight for the death eater, my wand in aim, I let out a scream and prepared to strike.


“Avada kadavra!” I screamed and struck him dead. I panted, heavily, and the room suddenly grew quiet. People stopped fighting and then I heard the voice of Voldemort through the halls.


“You have fought valiantly,” he said, the eeriness slithering in his voice. “Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery. Yet you have sustained heavy losses and if you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one” (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, page 529).  My eyes searched for George, for Fred, for anyone who could comfort me, but I found no one.

He then went on to speak to Harry, but I couldn’t even concentrate on the words. All I cared about was getting out of here alive.


Soon it got quiet. My heart pounded heavy with the news. I then heard Molly scream bloody murder. When I turned my head in the direction of the scream, my heart sank at the site. She was hovered over a body laid on the floor, right by the site of the explosion.


“Fred!” I screamed. I ran over, and to my utmost horror, laid Fred, bloody, battered and bruised. He was still a bit conscious and he cried out in agony. “Fred!!”


“Ahhhh!!!!” he screamed in pain.


“Molly,” I said turning to her, my fear overflowing out of me. “Molly, what do we do?!”


“My Fred, my dear Fred!” she just kept saying and Arthur pulled her away as he tried to calm her down. George finally had made his way over and sank down next to Fred as the sight of his brother took hold of him.


“Fred!” he said, taking his hand.


“George,” he managed to say, seeing the sight of his brother. I was crying, crying harder than I had ever before. I couldn’t watch my husband like this, but I couldn’t turn away either.


(“Turning Page” – Sleeping at Last)


“Hi baby,” his voice whispered, breaking my thoughts. He took my hand and the tears fell like waterfalls from my eyes.


“Fred…” I sobbed, as he looked in my eyes.


“Shh…Em – ” he coughed, “Emma…you know how much I love you?”


“Stop,” I say. “Stop, Fred! Don’t talk like that; you’re going to be okay, right? Right, baby?!”


“Emma…” he whispered, his eyes full of sadness. And I knew the answer right there and then. No…he wouldn’t be okay…my husband…my best friend…the love of my life…was dying.


“No…” I whispered. “No, Fred. No!! No, don’t leave me! You can’t leave me!!” I was sobbing, absolutely bawling my eyes out. I was absolutely hysterical; I didn’t even care. My heart was breaking second by second and there was no way to mend it.


“Fred, you can’t leave me!” I begged. “I love you, Fred…please…don’t leave me…You can’t! You can’t leave me, Fred...because…I’m pregnant.”


I watched his eyes grow big as the news sunk in. I heard gasps around us from the Weasley family as well, and from my peripheral vision saw George’s head snap in my direction.


“You’re what?!” Fred snapped. I could see there were millions of questions in his eyes, but he didn’t have time to ask them, which broke my heart even more.


“I’m pregnant…Fred…don’t – ”


“Shhh…” Fred shushed me, but he coughed a couple times before continuing. His coughs were getting worse and it scared me all the more. He looked up at me and pulled my head down to him so he could kiss my lips. It was the saddest kiss I ever had with Fred, but it was the most passionate, most urgent, most aggressive kiss all at the same time. This was the last kiss I’d ever have with him, and I pressed my lips harder to him as I kissed him, the love of my life, forever and always. His hand moved from my head to my hand as I very slowly broke away. Neither of us wanted to, but we had to. He looked into my eyes and I became lost.


“I love you,” he began. “I’ll always love you.” He gently placed my hand to my stomach, his still holding it and looked up at me again.


“Both of you,” he continued and I knew he was referring to our child. “Forever. Don’t…ever…forget that…promise me.” His voice was dwindling down to a whisper and soft tears ran down my cheeks.


“…I promise,” I whispered, barely able to get out the words. He gave a quick smile, then turned to George and took his hand.


“And you, you big gloat,” he said, humor in his voice. “You take care of them, okay?”


“Oh, I’ll make sure of that. I’ll take care of them real good,” George said with a wink. Typical Weasley brothers…they joke and humor each other even in the direst of moments. Fred laughed, which made us all manage some smiles and laughter as well. And then…suddenly…his laughter faded…and then did the color in his face…the temperature in his hands…and the light in his eyes.


And though we were all just laughing with Fred, I realized that this was the reality. I would never laugh with Fred again. For Fred Weasley, my husband and best friend, was dead.


I collapsed onto him and sobbed my eyes out. So did everyone else as the Weasley family surrounded him. Suddenly, Ron appeared with Harry and Hermione, and he too, began to sob uncontrollably. Hermione came to my side and tried to comfort me as I sobbed onto Fred’s body, but nothing, absolutely nothing could ever comfort me from this. The love of my life, my best friend, was gone. And no amount of magic would ever be able to bring him back.



[End of Part 1]