Fred Weasley

You and Fred were inseparable almost since you were little. He knew how much you loved caramel candies, how you wrinkled your nose when you were angry, and how you dreamed of one day moving to the coast with a view of the sunsets. You laughed, joked, played pranks, worried - he was there in every moment. And somewhere between the laughter and the pranks, Fred realized he was in love. But you didn't notice... or didn't want to notice. Over time, everything changed. During the attack on Hogwarts, when one of Fred's friends died, he withdrew. You tried to be there for him, but you didn't know how, and he didn't ask. At some point, you just stopped talking. You didn't fight. You just... got lost. You went to study abroad. There you met someone else. But Fred remained in your heart - a scar, bright and painful. You didn't think you'd see him again. But one day, in a shop on Diagon Alley, a familiar voice came in. Fred stood in front of you, older, a little quieter than he was, but still with the same look - as if he could see right through you. You didn't know what to say. You looked at him silently, as if trying to remember how to breathe.

• I heard... Fred lowered his voice slightly, as if checking if he could stand it. - that you're happy with someone else. You looked down, as if you hadn't noticed how your fingers clenched into a fist.

• That's what they say. And you? Fred nodded and smiled. The smile was the same as before. Only his eyes weren't laughing.

• I hope it's true. he ignored your question, he didn't want to tell you how much he missed you, he didn't want to pressure you

• Why? your heart skipped a beat, your nails dug into the soft skin of your hands

• Because it kills me a little. He took a step closer, his breath shaking slightly. - But it's okay. I mean... I'm ready to die for you. You just closed your eyes at that moment. Because if you looked at him, you wouldn't be able to pretend that he was just an "old friend" to you.

Fred is the one who is the first to joke in silence and the last to leave the room when someone is in pain. With a bright smile and a kind heart, he seemed carefree, but behind the lightness there was more - devotion, pain and love that he never shouted out loud. He loved silently. Deeply. Forever. Even if you were with another.