Fred Weasley Dies Novels & Stories

“I guess I kind of do but still…it still hurts.” “Believe me, I know.” He heaved, shutting his eyes. “Did the witch die?” he asked. “She is already dead. But her sprit has been destroyed. She pulled a fast one on us but then again, there was no way we could have known.” “What do you mean? Are you saying she is still out there?!” Theodore and I looked forward immediately. Zephyr was at the center of the hallway. His right had had been ripped in many places and healing slowly. He looked wrecked and very, very angry.

He just breathed harder. I took another breath. This one hurt even more. “And Freya… Freya is dead.” The whole room froze. Eldric’s weapon slipped down a little. His lips parted. His chest rose and fell in a sharp, broken rhythm. “No,” he whispered. It sounded like he was choking on the word. “No… Veldena” “She didn’t make it,” I said. “They revived her at first, but she couldn’t hold on.” His knees almost buckled. He looked away from me, like turning his head could hide the truth. I watched his face fall apart piece by piece the anger collapsing, the hate draining out, the man beneath shaking like he had been stabbed in the heart.

I smiled faintly and said, "You're welcome. I've already witnessed that curse firsthand after all." Draco was slightly bewildered. "Huh? I thought no one in the Sherwood family had actually suffered from the curse in almost 50 years…" I sighed, my thoughts drifting back to my past life. I hadn't believed in the curse back then either. It wasn't until after I died, right before my soul drifted away, that I saw Draco's body after he committed suicide overseas and finally understood that the curse was real.

I ran through the house and out into the garden, then headed for the pool house. “TRISTAN!” I shouted out as I saw his wolf sprint out of the pool house and into the woods. Oh crap! If he's running away, she must be... “FREYA!!” I screamed as I ran into the pool house as fast as I could. My dad, Dr Dobson and Danny were sitting in the living room crying their eyes out. “NO..No, no she can't be dead, it's not true. Freya!” I screamed as I dashed up the stairs and into the bedroom. I held my hands over my mouth as I saw her lifeless body lying on the bed. One of her arms were hanging over the edge of the bed and there was no movement at all. Her chest wasn't moving, and she wasn't breathing. “

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.

There was nothing left for Gandalf to do except reflect on his vanishing existence, his heartbeat gradually slowing until it ceased altogether. Xavier let out a howl after confirming that Gandalf had finally died within Harry's body. The werewolves outside immediately smiled with joy upon recognizing the victorious howl delivered by Xavier. Xavier rushed to Viggo's side, offering his support as Viggo struggled to remain on his feet. Viggo's eyes were fixed on Harry, who lay on the ground. Suddenly, a dark aura burst forth from Harry's body, dissipating into the air. Viggo's heart raced as he realized that the malevolent influence of Gandalf was no longer present within Harry.

Frederick frustratedly said, crumpling the expensive suit of the birthday celebrant in the process of shaking his shoulders, in hopes to knock some sense into the man. Azrael stood there, motionless. “You didn’t see him die in front of your eyes,” he spoke coldly at Frederick, “You weren’t there when he fell down to the floor with blood bursting out all over, so shut the hell up and let me handle my f*cking business here.”

Frowning, he said, "Mr. Chase, something … has happened to Mr. Harry again." After the commotion the last time, Henry had asked Wade to keep an eye on Harry. Wade was to report to him immediately if something happened. Henry paused in the midst of tidying his shirt. "What happened?" "It seems… Mr. Harry and Ms. Yule's son had died in a fire. In a spur of the moment, Ms. Yule threatened to die together with Mr. Harry. Mr. Harry…" Wade was hesitant to continue. "What happened to my brother? Go on!"

He finally turns to look at me after he brushes off some hair from his arms. “You join the Flying Death because your heart is black. You become Reeve because you’re dead inside. You have no future with me Hazel. I’m not gonna drag you into my fucked up world, with my demons. When Mona comes, you’ll go with her,” he says, turning toward the entryway. I run after him and punch him right in the back. “I am NOT one of your Flys and you will not just fucking dismiss me when you’ve gotten what you wanted,” I shout, and hit him again.

"Understood!" The representatives of the other three families sprang into action, quickly surrounding Frederick and Wade to block the view completely. In an instant, Wade turned into a rapidly collapsing mass of flesh and blood. His arm twisted and deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Before he could even scream, there was a loud explosion. The sound echoed instantly, drawing everyone's attention. The restless crowd hurried over to see what had happened. They found Wade, head of the Gallagher family, now nothing more than a pile of blood and rotting flesh, emitting a foul stench.