Semper - Fred Weasley

Chapter XLVII

He longed for that moment, he longed for every moment, whether good or bad, whether they laughed together or argued, it didn’t matter, as long as he’d become his Penny back.

„Fred?“ a knock on the door made him look up.

„Can I come in, mate?“ George stood in the doorway and Fred nodded.

He walked over to the bed and threw himself down next to his twin.

„That’s a beautiful photo.“ he nodded at the album and Fred hummed in response.

„But I messed it up. And now all I have left is this album filled with photos from better times. And my wife, who will probably soon be my ex-wife, wants nothing to do with me. And our baby…“ , his voice broke.

„Wait, Freddie. She said she needed time. Nothing’s lost yet. But you really screwed up. And I still can’t believe you lied to all of us about such a trifle. But that’s it, you know that already and I know nobody punishes you like you punish yourself. But you have to fight for Penny and your baby and you don’t do that when you lock yourself up in your room and get drunk .“ he took the glass from his brother‘s hand and emptied it with a big gulp.

„Think about it. But sober.“ he also took the bottle away from him and left the room.

Fred stared at the closed door for a moment and repeated the words George had spoken to him.

George was right, it didn’t do him any good if he hid and felt sorry for himself, he had to fight for Penny.

And he would fight for Penny.

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It was the next morning when a clicking sound on Penny’s window woke the redhead up.

She grunted and crawled out of bed to let the little owl in.

She opened the window and carefully untied the envelope tied to her little leg.

She searched her desk for a small treat and after giving the owl a treat, it fluttered away contentedly.

 Penny went back to the bed and sat on the edge.

 There was no address on the envelope so she opened it.

„I’m an idiot“ she read, turning the piece of parchment to see if there was more written on it.

It was clear that this letter was from Fred and Penny couldn’t help but smile at his way of making contact.

On the second morning she was awakened again by a noise at the window, she got up to find the owl again and an envelope with no address.

She fed the owl and opened the letter.

„I’m an asshole“ it said this time and she shook her head.

They weren’t real letters, but still, Fred’s messy handwriting on the parchment made her sad.

A week passed and on the seventh day Penny was sitting on her bed staring at the parchments in front of her.

Fred had written a letter every morning.

„I’m an idiot. I’m an asshole. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied. I love you. Please forgive me. I miss you.“

Nothing more.

And probably other women would have expected more, but for Penny it was enough.

Of course, these seven sentences weren’t enough to forget everything and to forgive, but this small gesture still meant something to her and she was ready to try talking to Fred again.