Fred Weasley Dies Novels & Stories

he raises an eyebrow "Yes. My gol-" Before he could finish his sentence he vomited blood profusely. Victor's blade pierced his heart. Fred glared for a moment. Covered in his own blood. Then slumped to the ground. Eyes still open. He's dead. Victor drew his sword in satisfaction. He stared at the pitiful corpse on the ground with content. He got up and walked over to the two of them. Kneeled and took the girl from Marchel's arms. Marchel slightly frowned at him. But in the end he let Victor have her.

And changed again to a serious one when talked about how the boy was. "Yes, Ms. Warren. It was Tom Riddle that killed you. Or at least he was the one responsible for it. What killed you was the death stare of a Basilisk, also known as the King of the Serpents. Very nasty creature, almost incurable poison and can kill a person that looks at its eyes. And if the person looks at it's reflection instead, the person gets petrified. You must remember that in the same year, before your death, there was a series of students being found petrified, didn't you?" Erik explained better the Myrtle's ghost. The girl nodded, confirming that there was indeed a series of attacks in that year.

Not after she put my friend in such a condition. “T-the wizard w-who made the potion can surely reverse it.” “Where is he?” I let go of her. But as soon as I asked, she smirked. “That’s the thing though. That wizard already died…” ‘You… Don’t you dare play with me! If–” “I am not lying! He is really dead!” That instantly made me weak. I was about to punish Nancy when I heard Albert start whimpering through our mindlink. “I think I'm going to die…Can't I see you once more before it...little princess?” he complained. His voice was already weak.

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.

All she had to do was cry. And he did the rest. Esmeralda closed her eyes now, remembering the night everything ended. Princess Dana had walked into the chamber and seen them together. The shock on her face. The betrayal. The words she had not even managed to speak before the poison reacted. The witchcraft that Fredrick had slowly fed her through drinks and powders had already weakened her body. That night, the magic surged through her veins and stopped her heart before anyone could help. They said she died of a curse.

Chris' POV It had been a total of four hours since I realised Ivy was missing. Fred was dead. He died two hours later of multiple organ failure due to DIC. The only upside was that his death wasn't as painful as that of the others who had died because of the venom. He had been lucid till the last and the best part was that he had at least gotten a chance to say his goodbyes to everyone.

He could see she would not stop until she had received the full truth, but he didn't know if he was ready to talk about it yet. Freya's death was still fresh in his mind, he could still see her disfigured and bleeding form falling from the sky to the depths of the cold dark ocean, never to rise again. He didn't even get a chance to mourn her properly. He had lost her a long time ago, but now, she was truly gone. The worst of it all was, that she had done so by saving him and his mate.

She muttered, already releasing a rejuvenating magic before her. She stopped in her tracks right in front of the door when she saw, since the door had been left open, that the dude had stopped convulsing. He laid slackened on the bed, his eyes open, and saliva dripping from his mouth. He looked dead. “Oh my… He is dead.” Freya wasn't thinking straight to know who had spoken. She was still in a daze. She walked slowly to the bed, and fell by the side, aware that tears were now slipping out from her eyes. She had just killed a man. She had been nonchalant, and now he was dead.

Blood gushed out. Cormac was dead. "Dad!" Walter screamed at the top of his lungs. He was beside himself with sorrow. "My dad died because of you, Gideon. You're a murderer! I'm going to report you to the police and make sure you go to prison for this!" Ignoring Walter, Gideon looked at Fred Snow, the young man who tossed over the machete, and instructed, "Fred, take Cormac's body as well as Walter out. Toss them both at the mass burial ground."

Without thinking much I picked up my father's sword and slashed down the wand in one go. Everything has stopped now, The wand fell to the ground as it become into two halves. I was panting heavily as sudden pain in my body took over. My body started giving up as my vision became blurred again. I blinked a few times to see clearly but I failed. I heard a scream as I saw Felix burned down alive. I looked at others while I fell on the ground too. My eyes became heavy and my throat became dry... and I closed my eyes as I fell into darkness slowly...