Sometimes I wonder if Fremione would be how we know them if they followed the timeline and the events of the books, you know?
“Fred finally managed to win Hermione's heart and she finally noticed him, being he always the one who gives her a headache because of his pranks, but which are always her favorite moments of the day. So they are finally in love and living each day with joy and intensity. And here comes the war, brutal and desperate…And even battling together for the hope of a new day without persecution and death, believing and surrendering faithfully and intensely to the battle. Still nothing would prepare them for the real and cruel separation. Neither the promises of love and the reassurances that everything would be all right nor the early farewells believing that they would later see each other, that later they could celebrate victory for the battle won.
Hermione would carry this pain marked by war, and by the love that had barely begun to blossom all her life. With the premature death of her love, of her Fred, everything would go back to being just her books trying to somehow escape the pain of having lost him so suddenly. She would find herself many times in the future, looking at the landscape without actually seeing anything, with books forgotten in her hands, just imagining... What would he say or do, on what adventure would he challenge her to accompany him... Then, she would ask herself if they had managed to go through the difficult phase of dating that never happened. And if maybe they had formed a family in a lost future...
Hermione would never have those answers, however much her mind filled them in a vicious and painful cycle. Even though with time the pain of loss eases and the longing increases. Her Fred would always be frozen in time, unreachable. Always young and cheerful with his mind working on the next achievements for the Weasley Gemmiality store, always ready for an adventure to surprise with his games and his way of seeing the world.
But mostly she would miss his warm touch on her skin and his whispered words in her ear before every Quidditch match, the way he always held her so protectively, sometimes for no reason. Or the way he always managed to find the most remote places in the castle so they could love each other in peace. For sure, Hermione would still remember many precious moments, even the ones she thought she couldn't remember anymore and the longing would steal the air from her lungs. But she wouldn't regret it. Loving him and being loved by Fred was the best gift she received in her entire life because she loved him intensely. And she would continue to love him because Fred would always remain her first love.”
This is an old post of mine that I wrote in Portuguese. Therefore, any wrong translation is mine alone.
