—FRED WEASLEY. ²

It was already quite late, everyone in the “burrow” was sleeping, that night the wind was colder than usual and the stars were hidden behind the thick clouds in the sky. Fred was standing looking at the pond, he had left the house after the previous discussion, he needed air to calm down and gather his thoughts, to stop feeling overwhelmed by the weight of the magical war and everything that was happening in their relationship.

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