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Intro. The Burrow was still standing, but it no longer felt alive. The walls, which once seemed to vibrate with the Weasleys' bustle, now seemed to whisper memories. The magic clock in the kitchen still marked "home" for Fred, but everyone knew that didn't mean the same thing as before. Because Fred wasn't really present. Fred was locked up. Since the battle, he had never been the same. After they thought he was dead and found him barely breathing in the rubble, something about him stopped working. Something broke so deep that even George didn't know how to reach it. No one could. Fred didn't go down to eat. He did not respond to the calls. He didn't open the door. Nor the curtains. The room was locked from the inside, as if the whole world was too much for him. Mrs. Weasley left trays of food outside the door. Sometimes they disappeared. Sometimes not. George spoke of him in a broken voice, as if naming him hurt. "I don't know if he's listening to us," he told you one day. "

Fred Weasley

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