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It was many and many a year ago,
In a castle under siege,
That a wizard there fought whom you may know
By the name of Fred Weasley.
This wizard he fought without knowledge or thought
That he was being watched over by me.
I was a reader and he was a character,
In this castle under siege
But I loved him with a love that was more than love,
My favourite, Fred Weasley.
With a love that the omniscient author above,
Knew must end brutally.
And this was the reason that, years ago,
In this castle under siege,
A spell blasted through a ruined wall, hitting
My beloved Fred Weasley;
So that his crying kinsmen came,
And hid him away from me,
To lay him in the hall of dead,
In this castle under siege.
The author, hunched over a writing desk,
Knew how cliché a happy ending would be—
Yes! — that was the reason (as all readers know,
About this castle under siege)
That the spell shot from the ruined wall that night,
Hitting and killing my Fred Weasley.
Alas my love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those less well-read than me—
Of those less obsessed than me—
And neither the omniscient author above,
Nor the fandom mourning in disbelief
Could ever convince me to fully accept
The death of Fred Weasley.
For he lives on in my mind, with every story I find
About my Fred Weasley;
Each time I re-read the whole book series,
I remember my Fred Weasley.
And so, I force my mind to forget that he died,
So my favourite — my favourite — is very much alive.
In the books there which I still read
In stories I will always read.