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Till It Happens To You - Fred Weasley Imagine

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I’m so glad I can finally request! Can you do an Fred Weasley imagine based on the song ‘Till it happens to you’ by lady gaga? Where the reader has been raped over summer break and when she gets back to Hogwarts she’s like really depressed and thinks she’s worthless. Fred, her best friend, sees that she’s sad. He tries to talk to her but she doesn’t want to talk about it. He gets fed up and says pull yourself together then reader snaps and cries and tells Fred everything. Thank you!
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•A/n: This is my first time writing a song based story so, I’m sorry if it kinda sucks!

•Warning: Mentions of rape; Depression!•

•If you’ve been Sexually Assaulted by anyone please call The National Sexual Assault Hotline! 1-800-656-Hope! Talk to someone you feel comfortable with! I’m also here if you need to talk to someone! You’re not worthless, You’re not weak! You are a survivor!•

~(Y/n)’s POV~


You told me “It gets better
It gets better in time”
You say I’ll hold myself together
Pull it together
“You’ll be fine”

Pain. Just horrible pain. That’s all I can feel. Sadness, Coming next. The feeling of being touched or raped by someone you don’t want touching you is traumatizing. The feeling of can’t doing anything during it is the worst. The feeling of being vulnerable kills me inside. He just did whatever pleased him while I cried silently while he did it. I screamed for help but, couldn’t keep doing it due to the one gun in his hand. I felt trapped, I felt forced, I felt worthless.


Tell me what the hell do you know
What do you know
Tell me how the hell could you know
How could you know
Till it happens to you, you don’t know how it feels

Once the rapist left, my older sister came into the room to find me crying. I told her everything that happened and she immediately called the police. They asked me a million questions but I couldn’t seem to get any words out. “(Y/n)? Tell them what happened” My sister told me, I opened my mouth “He… He… Had a mask on.” I finally answer blinking back a few tears. The police saw my distress and said they would come back tomorrow and that I should stay with my sister until they find the man who did this. I lay next to my sister in her bedroom and whenever I close my eyes I can see the masked man with the gun pointing straight at my forehead. I can hear his horrible voice in my ear 'Shut up!’ I cry silently making my sister sit up. “Remember what mom and dad always told us? Pull yourself together, you’ll be fine” she said softly, I shake my head and start crying. She hugs me and brings me closer to her chest. I hope I never experience something as painful like this again.

~At Hogwarts~

I walk slowly through the crowded corridor and follow the crowd towards the great hall where the sorting hat ceremony will take place in a few minutes. I sit down at my house table and wait for the ceremony to start. The sorting hat always got me excited when he sang his catchy song but right now, I don’t think anything can enlighten me. As the hat starts to sing, I feel eyes staring upon me. I look to the side to see my best friend, Fred, staring right at me. I look away not wanting to start a conversation, Fred knew how much I loved the sorting hat song but, right now I knew he could see that something was wrong.


How it feels
Till it happens to you, you won’t know
It won’t be real
No, it won’t be real
Won’t know how it feels
You tell me “hold you head up”
Hold your head up and be strong

My sister, who’s sitting next to me taps me on the shoulder making me look at her. “You love the sorting hat song! What’s wrong?” She asks quietly “You know what’s wrong” I say my voice cracks, I put my head down trying to make sure no tears were shown to anybody. “Hold your head up and be strong!” She mutters in my ear, I wipe my tears away before clapping with the rest of the students due to the sorting hat finishing his song. After dinner I walk out of the great hall but my sister grabs my wrist and drags me to a nearby empty classroom.


Cause when you fall, you gotta get up
You gotta get up and move on
Tell me, how the hell can you talk
How can you talk?
Cause until you walk where I walk
It’s just no joke!

“What’s your problem?” She asks, I shake my head and began to pace slowly back and forth. How the hell can she talk like that to me? She doesn’t know how it feels! “You need to move on! What happened to you was months ago! You have to let go of the past!” She exclaimed “Do you think I’m joking? You don’t know how it feels to be touched like that! Till it happens to you, you don’t know how I feel!” I screamed. She just stares at me “Leave me alone. I don’t need you telling me what or what not to feel.” I muttered walking out of the classroom and slamming the door behind me.


Till it happens to you, you don’t know
How it feels
How it feels
Till it happens to you, you won’t know
It won’t be real
(how could you know?)
No, it won’t be real
(how could you know?)
Won’t know how I feel

~Later That Night~

I heard a loud knock on my door. I look up from my book. Who could it be? Everyone was still at dinner I presumed. I leap off the bed and walk slowly to the door. I crack it open and peer through the gap to see Fred. I open the door widely “Hey” I say softly “Hey back” he smiles “Did you need something?” I ask quickly not feeling in the mood to talk to anybody “Yeah. I need to talk to you” he says making my heart stop beating. I know what he wants to talk about and I don’t want to talk about it. I nod my head slowly before sitting on my bed, folding my hands together and placing them on my lap. “What about?” I whisper, he sits down next to me. “What’s wrong? You haven’t been yourself lately and I’m just worried” he says quietly looking at me. I keep my head down.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m fine” I lie still not looking at him. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “You’re lying to me” he says matter-of-factly “Why?” I still don’t speak. Why should I tell him? It’s my business! But I do feel guilty not telling my best friend what’s wrong…. He’s also my crush but i never showed signs of affection towards him to make it less obvious. I’m scared now to say anything because what if he does the same thing that stranger did. What if he hurt me the same way? I would have to experience that horrible and vulnerable feeling again. I don’t want to feel it again. “Please leave” I whisper “What?” He asks, I yank my chin out of his grasp “I said leave!” I said a bit louder “Why?! I’m just trying to help you!” He yelled “Well I don’t need your help! Don’t you understand?!” I screamed


Till your world burns and crashes
Till you’re at the end, the end of your rope
Till you’re standing in my shoes
I don’t want to hear a thing from you
From you, from you, cause you don’t know

“Pull yourself together! What’s your problem?!” Fred yelled, then everything rushes through my head. My screaming. My silent cries. My unbearable pain. That bastard who raped me, and the sister who doesn’t understand. No one understands unless it happens to them, they’ll never know how I feel. “I-I don’t want to h-hear a single t-thing from you!” I sob burying my head in my hands, I hear the floor boards creak. I look up “Stay where you are! Don’t come any closer!” I scream backing away but, Fred keeps coming closer and closer. I fall to my knees and scream, Fred also falls to his knees and hugs me closer to him as I cry into his chest.


Till it happens to you, you don’t know
How I feel
How I feel
How I feel
Till it happens to you, you won’t know
It won’t be real
(How could you know?)
No, it won’t be real
(How could you know?)
Won’t know how it feels

“(Y/n). Please tell me what’s wrong.” Fred whispered in my ear, his voice cracked. “I… I couldn’t do anything. He just did it while I cried. It felt horrible, I was nothing.” I whisper tears falling from my puffy eyes. “Who? What did he do?” Fred asked cupping my face with his hand making me look at him “The guy in the mask. He…. He raped me” I cried as I said that horrible word 'Rape’. Fred looked angry but, his features softened again as he saw me crying again.


Till it happens to you, happens to you
Happens to you
Happens to you, happens to you
Happens to you
(How could you know?)
Till it happens to you
You won’t know how I feel

“It’s okay. I’m here.” He whispers “I’m never going to let anyone do that to you” That’s a lie. Nothing’s going to be okay. I still feel it, the pain, the sadness, the weakness. He might think he understands but he never will. Till it happens to him, he’ll understand how I feel but for right now he doesn’t know how I feel.

~~Kristian