Dead Fred Weasley Novels & Stories

Draco's shoulders slumped, his gaze filled with remorse. "Veronica, I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice tinged with sorrow. "I have tried everything, but it seems the spell cannot revive your child. The forces at play are beyond our control." Grief washed over me in waves, consuming my very being. The weight of the loss settled upon my chest, an indescribable ache that threatened to drown me. Draco's words hung heavy in the air, his voice laden with guilt and remorse. His arms enveloped me in a gentle embrace as he carried me to the bed, his footsteps a solemn echo in the chamber.

What the heck is he talking about? “Freddy?!” I call his name, but it’s already too late. Freddy sinks into a shadow portal in the ground right before the pack can attack him, and I feel devastated. Did I make the right choice by not rejecting Lucas?

she said frowning. “I got it. I know what you mean and the truth is, I’m just a spirit and not a flesh,” Merfoy said as he smiled at her. It wasn’t a pure smile of happiness, but he also seemed sad about that fact. “What?! I don’t understand. So you mean you’re dead?! Why didn’t you tell us earlier?” Niffa said as she stands up while looking at Merfoy frowning. “I didn’t tell you about it, because I thought you already knew that this will happen,” Merfoy said as he close the magic book.