Pitter Patter Goes My Heart: A Fred Weasley Love Story [21]

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Never had Fred Weasley felt more helpless in all his life. He wanted to bring a smile to his beloveds face or at the very least to bring an end to her incessant weeping but nothing that the merry prankster did made a difference in her mood.

His gift of humor was useless.

His every moment was spent at Emi’s side, making sure that she didn’t dehydrated from the lack of water in her system or suffocate from muffling her sobs with the assortment of decorative pillows that were spread across the lavish bed that they shared.

Her sobs rang in his ears at all hours, sometimes he felt so weak that he joined in on her crying. He knew that Dolores’ death would have this effect on Emi. He had argued against Dolores decision, telling her sacrifice would do more harm than good but his words fell on deaf ears.

Dolores was aware of the strain that her daughter’s mysterious disappearance would place on the relationship between England and Mexico. Not wanting to harm those that had aided her in the liberation of her precious child she opted to die.

Death did not terrify Dolores. Especially if she would die a noble death for in her eyes nothing is more noble or selfless than giving ones life so their child can live. Dolores was sad that she would not be there to walk her daughter down the aisle or witness a birth of a grandchild but by her death she gave her child a chance to do all those things.

“Ya me canso de llorar y no amanece. (I’ve grown tired of crying and the sun still hasn’t risen.),” sang Emi softly, her tired eyes crusted over slightly from the tears she’d shed.

Her head throbbed painfully as she sang. It had been four days since her mother’s heart ceased beating, four days since her heart felt like it had had a part of it savagely chopped off with a dull blade.

Her breath hitched when she felt Fred place soft kisses along her shoulder. He was a freckly faced angel that made her want to keep living. If he weren’t in her life the odds are that she would have done something reckless to get herself killed because her thirst for life was gone.

Ten months passed. One would have expected that Emi would be up and about, the loss of her parents and memories of the torture she endured in Azkaban would have been hidden in the darkest corners of her mind but that wasn’t so.

There were days when Emi was glad to be alive and saw the beauty in everything. On those days she would frolic through the forest singing terribly off tune. On those days she forgot about all the bad things that had ever happened and was just happy.

Sadly, not every day was like that.

Most days Emi was not happy to see the sun shining outside her bedroom. Those were the days that she couldn’t find the will to get out of bed, the days when she didn’t eat, speak, and all she did was cry. She hated feeling so vulnerable, so weak but she couldn’t help it.

Emi felt guilty that she wasn’t getting any better. Fred had moved into the house in the forest in order to be with her. He left for a few hours everyday to help George run the shop and to visit his family but for the most part he was with her.

He never complained about her behavior but Emi hated the fact that he had given up so much to be with her and she couldn’t even cope with the loss of her family. It’s not fair for him to be so miserable when he’s an angel, he deserves to be happy but as selfish as this sounds Emi won’t tell him that because she’s afraid that if she voices her thoughts aloud he’ll leave.

“Mauricio!” called Fred.

The young Mexican auror turned around when he heard his name being called. He smiled when he saw Fred running towards him. Over the last ten months the pair has become very good friends and they’ve engaged in many duels to keep their magical abilities up.

“How’s it going? Is Emilia alright?” inquired Mauricio.

Fred shook his head as he responded, “No. It’s one of those days when she doesn’t want to keep going.”

“Don’t get sad Fred! She’s going to be up and about in a few days you’ll have your little prankster back and we’ll all be angry about how much mayhem you two are creating,” Mauricio joked, hoping that it would lift his friend’s spirits.

“How can I not be sad? It doesn’t matter what I do, what anyone does she can’t get passed what happened and I don’t blame her. She has an excuse to be fucking miserable but I want her to be happy. I want her to smile like she used to, everyday not once in a great while like she does now.”

Mauricio patted Fred’s back while he told him, “That’s not going to be for a really long time Fred. It’s going to be awhile till she gets passed this.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I know how to make her happy Mauricio, it might make me miserable but I don’t care as long as she’s happy,” whispered Fred, his eyes welling with tears.

“Fred, what are you planning?!”

“I'm going to use the memory charm to wipe her mind clean, then I'm going to give her false memories of a different life so she can be happy again.”

“If you wipe her memory she’s not going to remember you!” argued Mauricio in hoped of changing Fred’s mind.

A sad smile spread across Fred’s face as he responded, “That doesn’t matter.”

“Of course it matters! You’ve given up everything to be with her!”

“DON’T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT!” snapped Fred, his chest rising and falling at an alarming rate. “I know how much I’ve given up to be with her but it doesn’t matter. Her happiness is all that matters to me and if I have to step out of the picture in order for her to be happy then I'm fine with that because when you really love someone they come before you.”

“When are you going to do it?” asked Mauricio, breaking the awkward silence.

Fred explained to Mauricio that the plan had already been approved by the Mexican Minister of Magic and that he would be carrying out the spells that evening. Mauricio admired Fred’s strength because willingly giving up a person you love is something that very few could ever do.

“Ginger,” whispered Emi softly when she saw Fred enter the room.

He sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at her with eyes that held an indescribable sadness. Fearing that something bad had happened Emi jumped from her place on the bed and began fussing over Fred, asking him if he and his family were alright.

A simple yes was his response.

Emi stood in between Fred’s legs, her hands on either side of his face with her thumbs caressing his cheekbones. Something was bothering him. He wouldn’t tell her but Emi knew that something was wrong. Odds were that it had something to do with the Order.

Panic suddenly struck her as she imagined Fred going off on a dangerous mission. Her heart clenched as she pictured Fred being struck by the killing curse. No. That wasn’t going to happen to him. He was strong. He was brave. Nothing would ever take him from her side.

His heart began pounding erratically when she whispered I love you into his ear. His eyes closed when his ear was engulfed by her warm lips. Her hands fumbled with the buttons on his coat, working hard to get them undone.

“What are you doing,” groaned Fred hoarsely as she straddled his lap.

Fred moaned softly when she felt her hand caress his bare stomach. Although they had been together a relatively long time the pair had never been intimate because whenever they were close to consummating their love something always came up.

He parted his lips to ask her if this was what she really wanted but before a sound came out Emi had already covered his lips with hers. His hands instinctively wrapped around her waist, pulling her onto his lap so that no space, no matter how small, existed between them.

Her fingers grasped his fiery red hair as their tongues began dancing a passionate paso doble. The pitter patter of her heart increased when Fred’s hands reached the hem of her simple white v-neck. Their kiss was broken momentarily but as soon as her shirt was off the passion was back on.

Fred stood up from his seat on the bed, his hands holding onto Emi’s derrière as he placed her down on the bed. He hovered above her figure, taking in the way her breasts swelled with every breath she took.

Her back arched slightly when Fred began placing butterfly kissing along her collarbone. She worked hard to contain her moans but when his lips reached her breasts a moan in the form of his name came rushing from her supple lips.

His hands worked skillfully to rid them of their undergarments. His rough calloused hands trailed up her soft flesh, making her shiver with anticipation. Fred raised her leg, kissing up to her inner thigh before placing it back on the bed.

He parted her legs so that he could take his place between them. It was obvious that she was nervous for she had never made love before but Fred was determined to ease her fears and fulfill her needs as a woman before his own.

“Te amo (I love you),” stated Fred as he eased his way into her being.

Emi clutched his back when she felt the sharp pressure in her lower body. Her right arm pulled Fred closer to her body so that she could focus on the feel of his tender lips upon hers as opposed to the faint pain emanating from her loins.

He wrapped his arm around his waist to bring her body closer to his. His pace remained slow for a portion of their endeavor but when Emi’s soft whimpers turned into sensual moans his pace picked up, making both of their bodies glisten with sweat.

Waves of pleasure assaulted their beings as they moved in perfect harmony. For the first time in months Emi was truly happy. In that moment her entire world came into perspective. She finally understood that living her life wasn’t a slap in the face of her parents; it’s what they would have wanted.

When the wave of pleasure had finally receded Fred took his place beside Emi. He held her tightly in his arms, burying his face in her unkempt dark brown hair as he fought back the tears that were threatening to spill from his eyes.

“You don’t know what it’s like, baby. You don’t know what it’s like to love somebody, to love somebody, to love somebody the way I love you,” sang Fred softly in an attempt to lull her to sleep.

When her soft snores filled the room Fred took it as his sign to carry out his plan. He slipped his clothes on in silence, the tears that were in his eyes now falling freely down his cheeks, staining his handkerchief.

Fred doesn’t want to part from her side, but what can he do?

Nothing he’s done has helped her get better so getting rid of all the memories; the good, the bad, the ugly is the only thing he can do; the only thing that will assure him of her happiness.

When he was fully dressed he sat on the edge of the bed by Emi’s side. His vision was clouded from the tears he had shed and his heart was cursing at him at the top of its lungs begging for him to stop before it was too late, but he couldn’t.

He wasn’t selfish enough to keep her at his side if it meant she’d be miserable.

“I'm never going to forget the day I first set eyes on you,” began Fred. “You looked positively wild when you burst into our compartment and as strange as this sounds that’s when I knew that I loved you.” He stopped talking to reign in his emotions. “I love you more than life itself,” his voice broke giving way to a pained sob. He closed his eyes as he continued, “Which is why I'm letting you go. I want you, no; I need you to be happy Emiliana and you can’t be happy with me at your side. I just hope that your life is filled with joy, that sorrow becomes a stranger to you. Fuck, this wasn’t supposed to be so hard. It was supposed to be easier than this.” He sighed. “I don’t know what’s going to become of me. I-I-I'm not sure if your absence is going to kill me but I'm willing to take that chance if it means that you’re going to be alright.”

One last kiss was placed on her lips before he was ready to do the incantation. He carefully removed the necklace that hung from her neck with his initial on it and took several steps back. A bluish green light filled the room as her memories were wiped clean.

He then began to tell her of her new life. Her name was no longer Emiliana Grace Black, it was Maritza Vargas. She was the daughter of Javier and Yolanda Vargas who hailed from Michoacán and had been deceased for two years, but their deaths didn’t bother her.

Maritza was a talented which with an affinity for the outdoors which is why she lives in the middle of the forest in Chiapas with her husband Mauricio Vargas, a ministry auror. The pair has been together for over four years, they’re very much in love.

“Take care of her for me,” choked out Fred.

Mauricio nodded his head in response.

Fred shot one last fleeting glance at Emi’s sleeping figure before turning to leave for good. The moment he closed the door he apparated to the flat he shared with George. He had asked his twin not to be home that evening but George hadn’t listened for he was waiting on the couch with two bottles of fire whisky in hand.

“We’re going to drown my sorrow with liquor?” inquired Fred.

George nodded his head while saying, “What else can we do?”

“Then hand me the bottle so we can get this thing started.”

Fred had assumed that if he drank enough the aching would be numbed but that wasn’t so. The more he drank, the more he wanted her. He cried out her name in anger as he sent furniture hurling against the walls.

George tried his very best to calm his twin but nothing he said brought comfort to Fred, it only made things worse. Fred began throwing punches at George, taking out his frustration and anger on the one person that would always be there for him.

“Just let me go! I'm gonna get her back!” slurred Fred as he fought to escape his twins grasps.

“STOP IT!” roared George as he threw Fred down on the couch. “There’s nothing you can do anymore Fred! You erased her memory! You erased yourself!”

“I can put myself back in there! I’ll implant other memories!” argued Fred frantically, his eyes wide at the thought.

George shook his head slowly. He rubbed his tired eyes as he told his brother, “You can’t be playing with her brain like that. You made her happy again Fred, that’s what you wanted so let that thought bring you solace.”

Maritza’s quality of life was loads better than Emi’s ever was. There was no pain, no anger, it was good. Every morning she awoke at the crack of dawn to cook Mauricio breakfast and to pack his lunch for work. She would then tend to the livestock out back and busy herself gardening.

Life was simple. There was no internet or television inside their home, only books that transported her to far off lands that she genuinely had no interest of ever seeing because according to Maritza she already had everything she could ever want.

*Mauricio,* whispered Maritza as she gently shook him.

His eyes slowly fluttered open at the sound of her voice. He smiled softly at her while he asked, *What’s going on?*

*I need a healer,* she responded as she rubbed her back gently.

He nodded his head and told her that he would go get the healer immediately. Mauricio quickly dressed himself, grabbing the clothes he had left on the floor the night before. He placed a tender kiss on her cheek before he made his way out of their home.

Several tests were done within the course of an hour. Incantation after incantation was spoken to find the cause of her discomfort and after some coaxing by the healer Maritza finally agreed to let him do a pregnancy test.

Sure enough she was with child.

Tears of joy glistened in her grey eyes as a brilliant smile spread across her face. Her hands left their place on her back and relocated to her womb. It was strange think that a little baby was growing inside of her.

Mauricio was initially shocked by the news. He was unsure of what to do because he didn’t know if the baby was going to be his or Fred’s but the more he thought about it the more he realized that it wasn’t going to make a real difference because regardless of whose baby that was he was going to raise it as his own.

It seems strange that Mauricio’s so ready to be a father to a child that may or may not be his and be the husband of a woman that he doesn’t really know but Mauricio figured that he might as well be married to her because he’s a closet queer that was in need of a wife to get the questioning eyes off his back.

In some strange way Mauricio actually thinks that him and Emi were destined to be together, because they’re both living lies in order to be safe and relatively happy.

Six months passed and Maritza was now eight months pregnant. Mauricio’s family was thrilled with the news. His parents spent most of their afternoons over at the house in order to rub Maritza’s belly and help her keep the house in order.

The Vargas family was well aware of Maritza’s situation. They know who she really is but out of reverence to her deceased grandfather they have taken the unbreakable vow and sworn that they would never reveal to Maritza any information about her past.

*Stop kicking!* bellowed Maritza as she rubbed her enlarged stomach.

She had hoped that the baby would cease their moving but they didn’t. A slew of profanity rushed forth from her mouth when as she made her way towards her special seat on the couch. Being pregnant isn’t as easy as she thought it would be.

Her ankles are constantly swollen, her back hurts, her nipples went from pink to purple, and shoes with laces were replaced by slip on sneakers that gave her the support that she so badly needed in her pregnant state.

*Mauricio, what are you doing home so early?* inquired Maritza loudly when she heard footsteps.

She groaned when she realized that one of the sheep had wandered into the house again. Grasping the edge of the couch for support she slowly stood up. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw a hooded man standing behind her with his wand drawn.

*GET.OUT.* hissed Maritza.

The hooded man shook his head as he pointed his wand directly at her. Maritza tried to run towards the kitchen where her wand was lying on the counter but her pregnant belly stopped her from getting there in time and she was struck by the cruciatus curse.

Mauricio apparated into his home the moment that the alarm system that he’d set up told him that an intruder had entered the premises. His blood began to boil when he heard Maritza’s pained howls floating through the house.

Memories that had been obliterated by Fred began perforating her conscious. An onslaught of names and faces hit her so hard that her mind was unable to process all of the information and fell out of consciousness.

No mercy was shown to the assailant. Mauricio drew his wand and uttered the incantation for the killing curse. A second later the mans lifeless figure fell to the floor and Mauricio was free to take care of Maritza.

He grew anxious when he saw that Maritza was unconscious. He feared the repercussions that taking her out into public might have but he had no choice, he had to get her to a hospital immediately because he didn’t want anything bad to happen to her or the baby.

He uttered a quick spell to change her appearance and took her to the hospital. He felt helpless as she watched the healers prod her and utter incantations to figure out what was wrong with her. If she died he was going to be a sad man because she’s the only woman he could be happily married to.

Mauricio pounced on the healer when he stepped into the room carrying a file. A sigh of relief escaped him when the healer told him that Maritza had not sustained any serious injuries and that the baby was alive and well.

Everyone was worried about Fred. He hadn’t been the same since he’d return from Mexico. He no longer laughed for no reason or poked fun at his siblings for own amusement. Now he simply stood in the back, a forced smile on his face to make people think he’s alright but he’s not.

He thought that leaving Emi was going to be easy because it was the right thing to do but it wasn’t. Every moment of everyday he thinks about her, about what she’s doing, how she’s living and it makes him furious to think that she believes she’s happily married to a man that’s not him.

“I know that I shouldn’t be hurting. That I made this decision but I still feel like a part of me is missing, like I’ll never be able to really smile again,” rambled Fred to his twin.

George shot Fred a caring look while telling him, “Nothing’s ever as easy as we think it’s going to be but you did what you thought was right and that’s all that matters.”

“But what if I was wrong? What if she would have been happy with me?” he asked.

“It’s a little to late for those thoughts Fred. You could lift the false memories from her mind but she wouldn’t remember you because you completely took yourself out from her mind. What’s done is done. She’s in Mexico. You’re here and you need to start living your life again, it’s what Emi would have wanted.”

“The thing is I can’t imagine a life without her. I’ve tried imagining marrying someone else and having children with them but I can’t because it’d be a lie.”

“Fred you have to forget her.”

“How can I forget my first meeting with her? How can I forget the first kiss we shared and the feel of her nails scratching my back as I made sweet love to her?” Tears sprung forth from his eyes, he covered his eyes with his right hand, wiping away the tears before saying, “I know that you guys are worried about me. That you guys want to me meet some new girl and start a life but I'm not going to. The pitter patter of my heart goes wild just for her. I love her and I'm going to love her for the rest of my life so spare me your words.”

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, the light shining in the room leaving her momentarily blinded. She moved to lie on her belly but when she did a sharp pain filled her being and she returned to her previous sleeping position.

She looked down at her stomach to see if anything was lodged in her flesh. Needless to say when she saw the massive bump protruding from her midsection she began screaming at the top of her lungs in confusion.

Mauricio sprinted down the halls when he heard her screams. He was afraid that someone had snuck into her room at the hospital and was trying to hurt her. A sigh of relief left his lips when he saw that she was all alone but the fear on her face made him worry.

“What the fuck am I doing here and what the fucks wrong with my gut?!” roared Emi when she saw Mauricio enter the room.

He cautiously stepped into the room. She was speaking in English and didn’t know that she was pregnant. He mentally swore when he realized that the torture had most likely unlocked the memories that Fred had obliterated because torture’s the only way to get memories like those back.

Not sure if his reasoning was correct he opted to think that maybe she had bumped her head when she was being tortured and that it had messed up her memories momentarily.

*Maritza, calm down,* responded Mauricio.

Her eyes widened when he said that and she screamed, “Maritza?! Are you doing drugs on the clock Mauricio?! I thought you were an auror that was supposed to protect me not lie to me!”

*Your name is Maritza Vargas, you are my wife, and you are carrying my child.*

“First of all my name is not Maritza Vargas, its Emiliana Grace Black. Second of all I'm not your wife and lastly if I am indeed pregnant then this baby is not yours its Fred Weasley’s. Now if you’ll excuse me I'm going home!”

Emi slowly got out of the bed and grabbed loafers that were lying on the ground beside her bed. Mauricio tried calming her down so that he could explain everything that happened but Emi kept screaming at him to leave her alone because he was a fucking psycho.

He of course, did not leave her alone.

Instead he grabbed her and apparated them both to the home that they shared. Emi grew worried when she saw the pictures of them hanging around the house, there was no way that she and him were actually together.

“You better tell me what’s going on right now!” screamed Emi forcefully, her hand gripping her wand tightly.

“I will. I will but please calm down you don’t want to hurt the baby by stressing out.”

Emi eyed him wearily before taking a seat on the couch. She gritted her teeth when she felt the baby kick around inside of her.

“What’s going on? Why don’t I remember this,” she pointed at her stomach.

“I don’t know where to start.”

“The beginning is usually a good place,” she snapped.

He took in a deep breath before beginning the lengthy explanation. Her eyes widened as he spoke. She was unable to believe that Fred had actually wiped her memory clean in order for her to be happy and not suffer anymore.

It was a noble thing to do, but somehow it upset her.

“Where are you going?!” inquired Mauricio when he saw Emi wrap a shawl around her shoulders.

“England,” she responded.

Her back hurt as she wobbled down the street looking for the correct establishment. It was broad daylight in London and she was surprised to see so few people out and about but when she saw the newspaper headings she realized that Voldemort was still on the prowl.

Her eyes widened when she saw a massive robotic ginger decoration on the roof of a shop. She began running towards the shop as fast as her swollen ankles would allow her to and when she ran in she parted her lips and screamed, “FRED WEASLEY YOU BETTER GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!”

George left a costumer he was tending to when he heard that familiar voice. A huge grin spread across his face when he saw Emi standing in the doorway, but when he saw her large belly he couldn’t help but choke on his own spit.

“Where is that bastard that thinks he can meddle with peoples memories without permission?!” she questioned roughly.

“H-h-he’s upstairs,” stuttered George. “Merlin’s beard! You aren’t supposed to remember any of us.”

“Apparently prolonged torture brings the memories back!”

Emi quickly made her way up the stairs to their flat. She threw the door open and rushed towards the door with the “F” on it. Wanting to piss him off as much as she possibly could she blew the door off it’s hinges.

“Bloody hell! Whoever you are you better leave before I get my wand on you!”

“And what?! Are you going to obliterate my memories AGAIN!” bellowed Emi angrily.

Fred’s jaw dropped when he saw Emi standing in front of him. She wasn’t supposed to remember a thing. He’d done the obliterating properly so he didn’t understand how it was that she remembered everything.

“You didn’t think I’d get my memory back did you, you bastard?! But I did and now I'm here to kick your fucking ass!”

“Calm down, you’re pregnant. I don’t think Mauricio would want you hurting his child!”

“It’s not his fucking kid! It’s yours! Don’t you remember that you slept with me Fred or was I so bad in the sack that you felt the need to remove that memory from your mind! How could you erase my memory without even asking me?!” she roared, not caring is everyone in the joke shop heard her.

“Because you would’ve said no!” bellowed Fred in response.

“If you knew that I would’ve said no then you shouldn’t have done it! I get that I wasn’t the most cheerful person to be around but did you hate me so much that you would take all my memories of you and my family?!”

“I didn’t do it because I hate you I did it because I love you!”

“NO! You did it because you were fed up with taking care of me and you wanted an escape! And what better way to leave than to erase any memory that I ever had of you so I wouldn’t go out looking for you!”

“You’re a fool if you think that’s why I did it!”

“Then why did you do it Fred? WHY?!”

“BECAUSE I WANTED YOU TO BE HAPPY!” he snapped. “I was tired of seeing you so bloody miserable so I decided to take away all your memories to give you a new life, a happy one and you’re a right tit if you think that it was easy for me to do but I did it because your happiness means more than mine.”

“Fred.”

“Damn it Emi, I love you and these months without you have been hell but I was willing to endure the agony if it meant that you’d be happy.”

“Stupid fucking ginger,” muttered Emi as she stared at him. “So what are you going to do now? Are you going take my memories away again and send me back to Mexico?”

“It’d be in your best interest if I did but I don’t have the will to be parted from you again.”

Emi inhaled sharply when she felt Fred place his hand on her cheek. Her eyes opened slowly and when she stared into his she knew that every word he had said was true. He was still hers, he would always be hers.

His thumb traced over her plump lips.

“Kiss me already,” murmured Emi.

Fred did as he was told and lowered his lips to hers. It had been over six months since he’d last seen her but the fire was burning stronger than ever. He’d been a fool to think that anything would be able to separate them. Never again would he leave her side.

His body was pressed up against hers, his hands tangled in her long chocolate brown hair and just as the kiss was entering its most passionate stage Fred felt a kick and broke the kiss. He looked down at Emi’s belly in awe. Kneeling down before it he lifted her shirt and through the skin he could see a little hand moving about. It was amazing.

“Mauricio told me I'm carrying a girl,” she whispered, her hands running through his fiery red hair.

Tears fell from his eyes as he rested his cheek against her bare belly. He was going to be a father to a beautiful little girl. He kissed her belly over and over again, his wet tears tickling Emi’s sensitive skin.

“Marry me,” he proposed.

“Fred. You’re just saying that because I'm back and your emotions are haywire maybe we should talk about this another time,” reasoned Emi.

“No! I mean it Emi. When you went away to Azkaban I felt myself falling apart and I swore to myself that when you got out I was going to marry you because I never wanted to feel like that again. But then your mom died and I couldn’t propose that would’ve been rude but now we’re alright. Now we can start an actual life and I can’t wait to start it because I'm happiest when I'm with you.”

“Of course my ginger.” responded Emi.

“It’s a good thing you said yes or else I would have had to put a false memory of you saying yes in your head.”

Emi smacked his hard but instead of grunting in pain he smiled.

Fred Weasley and Emiliana Grace Black’s wedding took place on May 1, 1998. It was a very intimate wedding with only 50 people on the guest list but it was fifty people that loved them unconditionally. Emi walked down the aisle holding a frame that held a photograph of her parents.

Her being swelled with joy as she stood before Fred, swearing her eternal love and devotion to the freckly faced man that made her heart pitter patter like no other. After so much pain, so much heartache the sun was finally shining on her.

Loud cheers erupted from their guests when Fred dipped Emi back slightly so he could kiss her like they do in the movies. Emi simply smiled and wrapped her arm around his neck as her lips moved against his. She was finally Emiliana Weasley.

Wedding nights traditionally involve making love but they spent theirs in silence, just enjoying one another’s company. Fred rested his head against her womb, rubbing it every so often as he whispered sweet nothings to his daughter.

“Fred, stop!” shouted Emi when she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.

He opened his mouth to ask her what was wrong but when he saw the rush of water making its way onto the bed sheets he knew what was happening. He jumped up from the bed and scooped her into his arms, giving her a quilt his mother had made them to wrap herself in.

The moment that they apparated in St. Mungo’s he screamed out, “I need a doctor! My wife’s in labor.”

Healers rushed to the young couple and ushered them into the delivery room. The healer inspected Emi and told her that she had already dilated to a full 10 cm. He asked her if she had felt any discomfort during the past few days. She told him she hadn’t.

Her teeth gritted in pain as the contractions began hitting her closer together, occurring every two or so minutes. Fred asked the doctors to deliver the letters informing his family that Emi had gone into labor. Within 10 minutes the Weasley’s that were not in Hogwarts or on the run had arrived.

“AYE QUE DOLOR! (Oh the pain!),” cried Emi as the contractions became more frequent, occurring every two or so minutes.

Fred watched in mute horror as Emi began clutching her chest trying to breathe. Her face contorted in pain as she struggled to keep the flow of oxygen into her body. Her eyes widened in horror when there began to be pauses between her contractions.

All the books that she’d read told her that the moment the contractions started coming right on top of each other was the moment that she would begin pushing and that they would not stop until the child had been born.

So something had to be wrong.

“Stop sitting there like a dumbass and get the HEALEEEEEEEEEEEEER!” howled Emi into the night.

He left his place beside her and ran towards the healer’s office. He told him that Emi wasn’t feeling well and that the blush was beginning to fade from her cheeks. The healer immediately grabbed his wand and rushed towards the sounds of Emilia’s howls.

Emi muffled her screams with the pillow that had been provided for her. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw the doctor’s face harden. She began to shake as she implored him to tell her what was wrong with her.

“Mrs. Weasley it is appears that you’ve suffered a uterine rupture.”

“What does that mean?! Is the baby alright?! TELL ME?!”

“It means that your myometrial wall has broken. The contents of your uterus might spill into the peritoneal cavity or the broad ligament. There is treatment that has worked but there’s a chance that you or child may not make it depending on which route we go.”

“Save my child,” whispered Emi, her voice cracking.

“Mrs. Weasley you need to discuss this with your husband.”

“No. No. It’s my body, my life and I want my b-b-baby to live but please send Fred in but don’t tell him a word.”

Fred rushed to Emilia’s side the moment that the door opened. He rubbed her forehead tenderly as he stared into her beautiful grey eyes.

“Darling, what happened?” he asked softly.

“There was a minor complication so the healer is going to have to do a cesarean delivery. I'm going to be fine though so don’t worry. All you have to do is wait outside and come in when the doctor tells you,” whispered Emi.

Fred nodded his head. “You’re going to be fine Emi; these are the best healers in all of England.”

“I love you Fred, eres mi amor eterno. (You are my eternal beloved.)” said Emi softly as she placed a last kiss on his lips.

“Te amo (I love you).”

Fred stepped out of the hospital room believing that within an hour he would be holding his daughter in his arms and tending to his recovering wife but that didn’t happen.

Emi was given an emergency laparotomy with her cesarean delivery which was accompanied by fluid and blood transfusions but things didn’t go as planned. By the time that they had cut into her flesh her child had somehow gotten her umbilical wrapped around her neck.

Wretched sobs escaped Emi’s lips as she held her stillborn daughter in her arms. The doctors tried to calm Emi down so that they could place the needles in her to begin the blood transfusions but Emi was so wild that she hobbled out of the bed and wandered against a corner where she fell.

Guards worked hard to detain Fred from entering the hospital room but Fred grew so wild that he stunned the four men that were holding him back and stormed the room. His eyes were wide with horror when he saw the doctor carrying Emi’s limp body towards the bed.

“Emi! Emiliana!” shrieked Fred when they set her on the bed.

Mangled screams protruded from his mouth when he saw Emi clinging onto their lifeless child with the little strength she had left. He looked at the healer and screamed for him to do something, anything to save his wife’s life.

“I'm going to make sure you’re alright Emi. I swear I'm going to make everything better,” he sobbed.

Her hand wiped his fallen tears as she whispered, “There’s nothing you can do Fred. It’s my time.”

“NO! NOO! It’s not your time! It’s not supposed to be your time until we’re old and wrinkly and I'm supposed to go first so I don’t have to mourn your loss.”

“Silly ginger, you can’t plan when you die only God knows when it’s our time and it’s mine. I'm not angry Fred this last month that I’ve spent at your side has been the happiest of my life and I'm alright with dying but please Fred don’t do anything stupid. Don’t get yourself killed. Promise me that.”

“Emiliana.”

“Fred please, please.”

“I promise,” he lied.

“We’ll be waiting for you,” she muttered before falling asleep for the last time.

“WAKE UP! EMILIANA WAKE UP! PLEASE WAKE UP!” cried Fred as he shook her, trying to force her to wake up.

Molly Weasley ran towards the room when he heard her son’s screams. Her heart plummeted when she saw him shaking Emi’s body. She ran to shove the healer that was trying to pry Fred off of Emi, her son would be able to mourn all he wanted and no one was going to stop him.

Fred spent fifteen agonizingly long hours mourning the death of his wife and child. He would have stayed there till he died if George hadn’t appeared in the doorway, telling them that the final battle was about to place at Hogwarts.

His family told him to stay with Emilia but he couldn’t. He needed to take his frustrations out and killing death eaters was the best way to go about it. He kissed Emilia’s ice cold lips one last time before running out of the room.

He lost himself in the heat of the moment and became a torturing machine. Afraid that he might kill innocent people in his fury the Order moved Fred to a corridor with Percy where they would stop anyone from breaking through.

Percy wanting to make Fred smile playfully taunted the Prime Minister that he was dueling against, “Hello Minister! Did I mention I'm resigning?!”

Fred was taken aback by the joke and said, “You’re joking, Perce! You actually are joking. . . I don’t think I’ve heard you joke since you were-”

A loud explosion cut Fred off from finishing his statement. He was sent flying against a wall, glass shards perforating every inch of his milky white flesh. Millions of images raced across his mind as he lay there in a pool of his own blood but when one crossed his mind he hung onto it for dear life.

It was an image of Emilia wearing his sweater as she told him she loved him.

That would be the last thought that ever crossed his mind for his heart pitter pattered no more. [The End]

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Thanks so much for having read my little ginger story. I'm sorry that the ending was a bummer but we all knew that there wasn’t going to be a happily ever after. Thanks so much to everyone that supported this story – Emi