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He didn't want to think about it.
Fred could see too many similarities.
How could he have done what he had?
How was it possible?
The torture that a murder causes. The way it tears apart a family. The ability it has to completely destroy a strong person.
And he had caused that. Fred had caused a family pain. His friends, his teachers, everyone around him.
Harry.
He'd been the source of that.
Crumpling the newspaper article, he threw it across the room.
Miles Bletchley. Death Eaters. He didn't deserve it, no one did.
Fred scratched at his forearm. It hadn't hurt in a long time; not since last year.
Maybe that meant...
Alexander Johnson. He was going to kill her.
He couldn't let that happen; there was no way.
There would not be another murder.
Fred wiped at the tears streaking down his face.
Fred could see too many similarities.
How could he have done what he had?
How was it possible?
The torture that a murder causes. The way it tears apart a family. The ability it has to completely destroy a strong person.
And he had caused that. Fred had caused a family pain. His friends, his teachers, everyone around him.
Harry.
He'd been the source of that.
Crumpling the newspaper article, he threw it across the room.
Miles Bletchley. Death Eaters. He didn't deserve it, no one did.
Fred scratched at his forearm. It hadn't hurt in a long time; not since last year.
Maybe that meant...
Alexander Johnson. He was going to kill her.
He couldn't let that happen; there was no way.
There would not be another murder.
Fred wiped at the tears streaking down his face.