HP Dear Miss Freak

"Bunny, I miss you so much."

Sylvia opened her eyes.

There was a huge flashy chandelier in front of her eyes, which made her suspect for a while that she had returned to the nightmare about the battle of Malfoy Manor that she could not do without. Fortunately, the warm aroma of the room reminded her that this was Aunt Muriel's home.

"Are you awake?"

Sylvia turned her head and saw the familiar red-haired boy.

"George?" Sylvia smiled, looking at George sitting in the armchair by the bed.

"How do you feel?" There was not much emotion on George's face, but the relief was clear.

"I feel..." Sylvia said and supported herself to sit up, George hurriedly stepped forward to help, "Ah, my face..."

"Norman solved it for you." George smiled helplessly, "Don't worry, you are not broken."

"Fred..."

"Fred has been watching over you for a day, and I asked him to take a break for me to look after you. We went to Shell Cottage when we got the news. After Norman treated you, we Take you back to Aunt Muriel's house." George explained patiently, "Don't worry, he's fine."

This sentence is strange. It was clear that they were worried about her, but George was inexplicably saying these words of relief.

"I..."

"Hey, they all said you were dead." George seemed to know what she was going to say, "Guess we believe it or not?"

Sylvia smiled awkwardly.

"Can you imagine that everyone doesn't speak?" George also smiled awkwardly, "The Ministry of Magic has released news that Auror Sylvia Tonks has been confirmed dead. "

Sylvia lowered her head and did not dare to look at him again, clasping her hands tightly.

"Andy came to see you, with his wife and son." George pursed his lips, "He came to see...the situation of your family, in short, he told your family a lot ." He put on a slightly brighter tone, "But during this time, you should really see how many Death Eaters he has captured."

"Does he know now?"

"I know." George nodded, "Everyone has seen you. Diarra is here too, forgot to tell you that they are together."

"Really?" Sylvia laughed heartily.

"There are some reasons for you." George shook his head with a smile, "I heard that Diarra went to Norman after hearing the news of your distress. You know two When the same frustrated people meet, there will be different sparks. They accompany each other, and they probably talk a lot. Later, they are often brought here by Norman to have dinner together."

"Nice." Sylvia could already imagine the two of them together.

"I guess you care about Waughlin, too." George continued, "I don't know if that's an accurate description, but he seems to be the most frustrated one."

"Ah...he..." Sylvia rubbed her temples, "I just said he didn't know that we could really die at any time, right?"

"You said that?"

"Sorry."

Facing George's burning gaze, Sylvia lowered her head again.

"I also heard from Sirius." George shrugged, "He said Waughlin's mental state was very bad."

"Is he all right?" Sylvia asked.

"Not so good. Fred and I met him when he was going to distribute new potions to the members of the Order of the Phoenix. He looked..." George couldn't find any suitable adjectives , "Like a serious illness."

"Spreading false information about my death is absolutely the worst thing those Death Eaters have done." Sylvia's fist hit the soft quilt.

"But guess what? Fred was the first to say that his Bunny wasn't dead." George said, Sylvia could really see through him Druid's appearance," he assured everyone in every Potter Watch update time, that according to the latest news from the Order of the Phoenix, Sylvia Tonks is missing and there is no evidence to prove her death. "

"He really..."

"You should see it." George smiled wryly and patted his thigh, "He persuaded Dora, persuaded Sirius, persuaded your parents, and then persuaded everyone."

"Dora!" Sylvia raised her head sharply, "She's still pregnant! No! Is she okay?"

She was completely flustered.

"I was born prematurely, it's a boy. I inherited Disguise Magus, and I was born with beautiful little turquoise hair." George pressed her shoulder soothingly, "Congratulations on doing Auntie."

Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief, but her mood soon hit rock bottom: "Fred...he's been so long..."

"We got news from Bill and rushed to find you, and everyone was almost crying." George said, as if he wanted to put himself on the list of tears, "Only Fred laughed. Well, he told everyone..." He imitated Fred, "I said it! Bunny isn't dead!"

"I'm sorry these days..."

"I want to talk to you, okay?" George sat up straighter, "I know you've just recovered, but I have something to say."

Sylvia nodded slowly.

"You promised us that no one would leave anyone behind, but you broke your promise." George didn't look at her, as if forcing himself to say something.

"I promise not to..."

"You promise that you won't sacrifice yourself for others again?" George raised his head, his eyes burning.

"What are you talking about..." Sylvia's eyes dodged.

"Norman said, your last whereabouts is to see Malfoy!" George said excitedly.

Norman? Dumbledore told him?

Sylvia bit her lower lip.

I guess Dumbledore also broke a cold sweat for her?

"I said, Malfoy betrayed us! Fred said, no, if Malfoy was a betrayal, you wouldn't be caught so easily. He said it was more likely that something had happened. , and you choose to sacrifice yourself." George said in disbelief, "That's Malfoy!"

"He didn't betray us, he brought me the Horcrux!" Sylvia explained, "He risked his life to bring us this! How could I abandon him to injustice ?"

"That Horcrux is fake."

"What?"

"Harry said that was fake," George repeated.

Sylvia couldn't sit still any longer and reached out to support herself.

Fake?

"It's fake, but all I care about is that you almost died." George frowned in pain.

Sylvia slowly raised her hands over her head, covered her head, and curled up.

It's over.

The Horcrux is fake.

Bella noticed and took the Horcrux away.

Now I really lose the perspective of God!

"You promise me, okay?" George almost prayed, "Don't sacrifice yourself no matter what! Not even Fred!"

Sylvia smiled bitterly: "You listen to what you said, you moved out of Fred, so do you still want to hear the truth?"

"Even Fred, you can't take your life," George insisted. "If you want him to be better, and maybe I'm better, don't do it!"

"I tell you, George." Sylvia also said very seriously, "If Fred is the premise, there is nothing I can't do."

"Take it easy, who do you really think you are?" George stood up abruptly, "Don't you understand that you are injured like this? You are a warrior and an Auror , you are heroic and powerful, but you can also die!"

"George..."

"Of course you are not afraid of death! But what will we do if you die? You can't be so selfish!"

"You calm down." Sylvia tried to hold his hand, but was thrown away, "George, I love Fred as much as he loves me. We are deeply I know what we'll do for each other. Long before I put the ring on, I knew I was going to protect you, my family I love. Protect Fred, and protect you."

"Shut up! Your last name is Weasley!"

George almost said the most hated words, and perhaps Merlin did it on purpose, Fred pushed open the door at this moment. Even if he was asked to rest, he couldn't sleep, and he came over when he heard the quarrel.

"What did you say?"

When Fred saw the awakened Sylvia, he immediately put on a bright smile, but quickly lowered his face and looked at George.

"He's joking!" Sylvia hurriedly said.

"I'm not kidding, Searle." George didn't appreciate this clearance, "I'm serious."

"Are you trying to die? What did you say to Bunny?" Fred said and grabbed George's wrist, and the two big men fought.

"Stop! Stop! Fred!" Sylvia got up in a hurry, she didn't recover much strength at all, but the moment she pulled Fred's sleeve, she boy released his hand.

"You promise me." George still didn't give up, staring at Sylvia.

"I promise you! You go out first!" Sylvia had no choice but to respond, watching George leave while pulling Fred to sit by her bed.

There was a strange silence, but the temperature of the palms could give them enough comfort.

"Bunny." Fred called her softly, rubbing his fingertips on the ring, "Hi."

He made a weird greeting. I don't know how this came out of my mouth, but maybe it's the best opening line for the two of them after a long absence. Or maybe it's to cover up too much sadness in my heart.

Fred and Sylvia have always represented ease, joy and freedom.

"Hi." Sylvia replied softly.

"How are you feeling?" Fred stroked her cheek, "Honey, don't pay attention to George, he may be a little neurotic lately."

"I'm fine." Sylvia shook her head and put her hand on the back of his hand, "Don't quarrel with him, it's my fault, he told me not to be for anyone anymore Sacrifice myself, he is for me."

You'll be fine, Wulflin will have all the potions ready for you."

"I'm sorry to put you through all this time, Fred..."

"Don't say sorry, don't..."

"I know my impulses nearly killed me..."

"Don't say it! Bunny! Don't say it again!" Fred trembled and hugged Sylvia, "It's all over, okay? Okay?"

"Okay." Sylvia's fingers dipped into Fred's hair and rubbed his head soothingly, "No more, no more."

She felt that she was constantly digging her heart out, otherwise why would she be in such pain at the moment?

"I miss you so much."

Fred's words should have flowed gently into the girl's heart through the evening wind. But for some unknown reason, Sylvia only felt that the words of love made her seem to swallow a sharp fishbone and stick it straight into the softest part of her heart.

What keeps Fred calm and sane to keep trying to convince everyone that she is alive and in her place, and keep calling on everyone to believe that we will succeed. His bravery may have fallen apart at this moment. In front of his girl, he just wanted to expose the most vulnerable side without any scruples.

He didn't cry, but it made Sylvia even more uncomfortable.

And this is Fred.

Sylvia was sighing, she saw the boy's rebelliousness when he was high-spirited, saw his optimism when facing the dark, and saw his heroic guarding the one he loved. Fearless, I can still see when he takes off his armor... Sylvia thinks about not using any soft words to describe him, this big guy will be unhappy.

"Fred, I love you."

Sylvia whispered, wrapping her arms around his boy.

The author has something to say:

If the first few chapters are very tense, this chapter should make everyone's heart slow down too, right?

I don't even think I need to say more. I have read this chapter many times myself, and I hope to express those emotions in a delicate way.

Leave it to everyone.