Hi, I'm back with a new story. I got severe writer's block with Falling in Love with Hermione Granger, but was suddenly inspired to write this one. I've only got this much written, but I wanted to find out what you guys thought of it, and if I should continue it. Please review!

Hattie

Fred

I just have to get back to Hermione.

I don't know how long I've been gone, or where she is, but I can feel her presence. I can feel her sadness.

I find myself wandering through many places. The Burrow, Grimmauld Place, Hogwarts, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. All places that I've spent much of my time, except for one. St. Mungo's.

I move silently through the halls of the hospital, dragging my fingers along the white concrete walls adorned with smiling pictures of healthy witches and wizards. All the halls are crowded with people, people I don't recognize. Everyone walks slowly, looking around them for a familiar face. Some cry, some yell, some just look confused.

I haven't been here since my father was bitten by Nagini two years ago, but even then I was only here a few hours a day for two weeks. I don't know why I'm here.

I pass room number 312, and suddenly the overwhelming urge to enter overtakes me. I do, and once inside my vision goes fuzzy and dim. I turn my head, and the hallway behind me is completely empty and still. Dizzy, I stumble forward to the bed and collapse, closing my eyes. When I open them a few minutes later, the image before me is shifty and unclear, but I immediately recognize a head of bushy curls and hear, through some fog, the voice that I have been missing.

"Fred," she says, "Please come back to us." I blink, and she is replaced by the unfamiliar people wandering the halls.

This is the fourth time.

Hermione

"Did you see that?" George says from my left. "His eyes definitely fluttered."

I remain silent, watching Fred's face for another sign of life.

"Just for a moment," Ginny agrees from my right. "That's the fourth time this week, isn't it? Last week there was nothing. I think he's getting better,"

"You're probably right, Ginny," Molly says hopefully from behind me, shuffling around as she refolds Fred's shirts for the twelfth time that hour.

I grip his hand tightly in mine, wishing as hard as I can for him to wake up. I'm in a room surrounded by people, and yet without his laugh and his eyes I feel completely alone. It's been six months since I've seen his smile. Six months since I saw a bright flash of light, heard an explosion that left my ears ringing, and felt the rumble of the crumbling stone that nearly killed me. The last time I heard Fred's voice.

"Hermione, the wall!" Fred screamed, grabbing me by my upper arms and pushing me backwards and into Percy.

As if in slow motion, I turned to watch the brick and mortar crack and give way. It cascaded, almost beautifully, down and into the corridor where I was once standing. Fred was holding me tightly, panting and thanking Merlin that I was okay. I stayed still, frozen, watching the gaping hole in the wall that once guarded the Room of Requirement. Fred leaned back, searching my face, and as he turned around to see what I was looking at the wall, closer to us, exploded again, the stone raining down. He let go of me with a small push, and as I fell backward I watched as the rubble caught Fred on the top of his head, his shoulders, his back, his legs.

I watched as the man I'd loved for more than four years collapsed before me. Percy, now next to me, moved first, grabbing Fred under his arms and dragging him back to where I was sitting, shaking.

"Hermione, help me move him!" he yelled in my face, tears staining his cheeks. "He isn't breathing!"

Madam Pomfrey had gotten him breathing again, much to her credit. But she couldn't get him to wake up. We moved him immediately after Voldemort was gone to St. Mungo's, which was already filling with injured people. Beds were transfigured and stuffed into rooms that only had room for two. The hospital resembled a refugee center. We attended more funerals that first week than anyone would attend in their whole life.

Gradually the rooms emptied out as people were healed or passed away, and now Fred is one of the few remaining patients from the Battle of Hogwarts.

Fred

I find myself in Hogwarts, outside the Room of Requirement. I can remember pushing Hermione out of the way here. I can remember two explosions here. I can remember falling here. But then nothing. Just people wandering through St. Mungo's.

But at least Hermione, an old Hermione, exists here. This is my favorite place to wander. It's before Voldemort returned. She's fourteen, and we've just gotten together.

I immediately turn away from the Room of Requirement and run to the library, where I know she's waiting for me. I had actually never entered the library of my own free will before I started dating her. I never felt the need. To me, the library was just a place to get books for class. She showed me it can be so much more. She taught me to enjoy reading as a pastime - something I knew people did but had never found the appeal. She taught me how to communicate without jokes there - something I felt insecure without. She taught me how to love someone among those shelves.

I find her waiting for me just outside the doors, and as she sees me approach her face lights up and she races forward to grasp my hand in hers. My anxiety dissipates, and I smile. She drags me inside and to the back of the library, stopping several times along the way so that she can inspect an interesting book title. Each time we stop, I stand behind her, my chin on her shoulder. She always said she loved it when I did this - it made her feel like we were one being.

We sit down at our table in the back. She had collected a stack of books on our way here, and I help her organize them into the order that she wishes to read them.

"This is about the history of Uric the Oddball," I mention to her some time later, picking up the final book.

"Oh, I know plenty about him already, put it last," she mutters to me, distracted by the back summary of one of the books. I nod, complying with her instruction.

I lean back, smiling to myself. Being with her, even organizing her reading list, is time well spent in my eyes. I sneak a look at her, and she rolls her eyes playfully as she glances up and catches my gaze. I blink, and the image before me changes drastically.

I'm surrounded by ashes. I stand up, quickly glancing around me, my breath quickening. All the books and shelves and tables are in gray, powdery piles littered around the floor. The library is vast and empty, everything in varying shades of black and white. The smoky smell of fire lingers, burning my nostrils and making me sneeze. An uneasy feeling settles in my stomach, and I recognize it immediately. Dark magic was used here, in a vast amount.

My senses go on high alert, and I slide my wand out of my back pocket. I quickly exit the library, only to find that the corridor outside is filled with dust and rubble. The feeling does not go away, but instead intensifies. I turn back to the library, wondering where Hermione went.

As I enter the library again, everything returns to normal. I'm sitting at the table with Hermione, who is chewing her lip as she reads her book. This has never happened to me before, and I wonder if what I saw is from the future - the future I'm supposed to be in.