Hi !

So I'm coming with a new Fred/Hermione story. It will be more longer than the last one and also much more darker and mature so you have been warned ;) Though at the beginning it would be more implied than anything but it will change while the story goes on.

Disclaimer: Sadly Harry Potter don't belong to me but to J.K Rowling (otherwise Fred wouldn't have died)

Also, I have no beta for this story and english isn't my first language so forgive me if there is any mistakes.

Prologue:

He was running as fast as he could. He didn't care for the pain he was feeling or, at least, he pretend he didn't notice which was really hard. His whole body was suffering in pain and some of his wounds had reopened. However, no matter how exhausted he was and hurting, he kept running trying to shake off the group of Snatchers who were chasing him. There was no way he was going to let them catch him. He had finally manage to escape the hell his life had become for the last three months and he would rather die than going back there. After some times, he was too exhausted to watch out where he was going so he only felt the warmth of the enchantments at the last time. Before he could wonder the reason of those enchantments, his tiredness took over and his world fell into darkness.

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Hermione was coming back to the tent with a bag with some food in her left hand. Harry and she had apparated two hours ago near a muggle village. Since they don't have many opportunities to eat real food, Hermione had proposed to go there to 'borrow' some. She didn't like to steal nor did Harry but they didn't really have a choice. Harry had only nodded to her proposition and took her bag to install the tent while she was gone. As for the enchantments, Hermione had put a small mark on a tree where the limit of the protection will be. The plan was that when Hermione will come back, she will stand near that tree and Harry will let out his hand through the enchantments to take her back inside the protection.

Hermione kept walking until she arrived near the mark she had make. As expected, Harry's hand appeared and she quickly took it since she didn't want to take any risk of anyone watching. Once inside, she turned to look at her friend to give him a small smile in thanks but she noticed the grim look on his face.

"Harry ? Is something wrong ?" She asked worry evident in her voice. It was Harry who was currently wearing the locket and Ron's departure was still fresh in her mind. She didn't want something similar to happen again. Harry didn't answer. He only led her to the tent. Once inside Hermione looked at Harry expecting an explanation but he still had the same look on his face then she realized he wasn't her he was looking at. She followed his gaze and stopped dead in her tracks. Her small bag of food slipped from her hands but she didn't care. At the moment, she didn't care about anything except the figure lying on one of the bed. His clothes were completely torn apart and covered in blood. His once light red hair were almost black now. However, she hadn't any problems to recognize him. Hermione came closer and knelt near the edge of the bed. With her hand, she brushed some of his hair aside.

"Oh, what had happened to you Fred ?"

I know the prologue is really short but I want the settings in place first, don't worry I've already finished the first chapter and I've already upload it.

For those who are wondering about the Snatchers, they were like the ones Ron encoutered after leaving Harry and Hermione. There are nothing like Scabior and his group.