I am soundly haunted by the death of Fred Weasley. Last night, as I thought about this, and as I read somewhere that Arthur was supposed
to die, an interesting scene presented itself to me:
JK Rowling in a study, confronted by very antogonistic twins, and the ensuing conversation, how it saved Arthur, and how it killed Fred.
Within a couple of hours, this little vignette had turned into a series of dialogs, and the next thing I knew I was writing a play. I have never written a play in my life.
The fact is, I've kind of seen this coming. Was
he the surprise death? I don't know. What I do know is that Gred and Feorge have done everything in their power to get themselves killed, and they started in book one, right along with Harry. Of all the Weasleys, the twins have often been the most extravagant about putting themselves squarely, frequently disrespectfully, in harm's way.
It was a matter of time.
And as for the manner of Fred's passing, well, all I can say is it was quick.
I'm safe in Kansas. So far no one here has set off a car bomb or tried to blow up a train or a bus. There hasn't been open warfare anywhere near here since the United States Civil War. But I'm not stupid. This is how people die in wars - one moment you are standing there talking and the next you are in hell and someone is gone and not coming back.
I cried through most of this last book. Starting with Hedwig, through Mad-Eye, through Dobby, through everything... but Fred breaks my heart. And yet, it seems fitting. I've spent three books terrified one of those boys was going to wind up paying the ultimate price for their attitudes. I'd hate to waste all that fear and worry. /wink
So now I'm writing a play, go figure.
Anyone want to tell me how to write stage directions? I can't quite get that part down.