Fred Weasley Death Scene Novels & Stories

Even trees were falling outside. Behind her, cracks were spidering across the ceiling. The scent of scorched stone filled the air. One by one, people were screaming. “Freya, please!” Alice shouted again. “Torin would have wanted you to live. He—he died for this!” It was those words. ‘He died for this.’ Freya clenched her hands. Her heart roared. Her voice rose in her throat in a surge of raw, vibrating magic. She screamed. And the air splitted.

He always came back, no matter what. “My bad.” Hugo’s eyes were glazed over as he struggled to keep his composure. “Cassius and Frederick came with me. I managed to get Cassius out; he’s injured, but he’s okay.” “So, where’s Frederick?” I demanded, my voice tight with frustration. There was no tangible evidence of his death that I could accept. I needed to see a body to believe it. I was disgusted that my brother seemed to accept it so easily. “The house collapsed while he was inside. Here’s what we managed to salvage.” Hugo gestured at the dog tags in my hands. I clenched them tightly, my tears welling up, making it almost impossible to see clearly.

He’d never forgive himself. Fiona looked over his shoulder with wide eyes, her hands clutching onto his jacket. Jack followed her gaze, his eyes locking onto his cousin. Time slowed to a crawl as Freddy lifted his hand away from his chest. His fingers were stained cherry red with blood. Then he crumpled to the ground. His chest rattled for a few breaths, then didn’t rise again. He was dead. Freddy was dead.

It was too late. "Go and meet your brother, Frederick!" I growled before delivering a bone-crunching blow that left him unconscious on the ground as he rattled to his death. The witch, seeing that Frederick had been defeated, glared at me in horror, her lips twitching in anger. In her momentary state of distraction, Nuella sent a massive ball of fire that sent her flying across the air and landing on the cold earth, her head coincidentally making contact with a hard rock. Blood trickled down her head as she lay there in her lifeless form.

she corrected herself and I nodded in satisfaction “Why are you sitting here crying?“ I asked “Fred, he is dead. I couldn't revive him no matter how hard I tried” she responded sadly “I see…anyway, have you found out where Kylie was taken?“ I asked. My question seemed to have gotten everyone shocked as they all stared at me, mouths agape “Is there a problem?“ I asked looking from one to another, but they just kept staring “Did I say something wrong?“ I asked again “I just told you that Fredrick is dead” The witch said, she sounded angry

Faye walked right passed him into the house. Yennefer fell flat on the ground and closed her eyes while the blood gushing out of Alora had become slow. Alora’s mother was seated on the ground with tears in her eyes and the rest were in their best form. After a while the blood stopped. Winfred was the first to notice as the wolves were consumed by their sobering. Helios and Aiden whimpered in pain as they both thought of the life and love they had lost. Aiden was dwelling in pain, showing the way he would feel if she died. Winfred got up and ran to her daughters side, Marshal raised his head and was about to stop her but he was too late as she had already gotten into the stare of David.

At last, she held the pendant of the moon on my neck and broke it; with this, her hand fell on the ground, opening her eyes. “Mother?” I called her, but she didn’t reply. Well, she could never reply to me ever. Hugging her, I cried and looked around, seeing the lifeless body of the pack members. They were covered with blood. I promise you, Ethan Weasley, that I would do the same to you, and I promise that I would destroy you too, just like you destroyed everything. I promise you that. * Flashback Ends * “I heard the youngest member in which that Ethan Weasley’s blood used to run is now dead.”, Iris said happily, but I didn’t comment anything on that.

Those can be easily modified anyway. This realisation puts him in even greater confusion. Draco had died right in front of his eyes. He had watched him until he took his last breath. Besides, the amount of wolfsbane he had been poisoned with should have been more than enough to kill five people. How did he survive it if he truly is Draco? Yet the resemblance is uncanny and he does not know what to believe right now. The pole dancer finishes her performance at the same time Draco empties his glass.