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I watched as Fred downed the remaining contents of the third alcohol bottle.

'Fred please…' I whispered desperately, clutching his arm.

'Get away, Juliet!' he slurred. 'Let me… George…' he mumbled and threw another order at the bartender.

'No.' I said to the bartender, cancelling it. Fred looked at me with angry blood shot eyes. 'I said no, Fred. No more.' I told him firmly. Taking advantage of his drunk state I pulled him out of the bar by his arm. He staggered along, mumbling incoherent words. The snow came down in gentle, soft flakes as we walked down Diagon Alley. I held his arm close as he slightly leaned on me and we arrived, after what seemed like eternity, at the joke shop door.

'Keys.' I say to Fred while pulling around my jacket tighter. He slumps against the door and I sigh, fumbling in his pocket for the keys. I find them in his back pocket, along with his wallet, which I shove into my pocket for safety. In his state, it would be easy to lose things. I hear the familiar click as I turn the key in the lock and I pull him inside, into the darkness.

'Lumos.' I murmur, taking out my wand and a faint bluish light illuminated the room. I help Fred up the staircase to the rooms above his shop and pull him into his room switching on lights along the way. I pull him into the washroom of his room and make him sit on the edge of the bath tub.

'I know its cold.' I talk to myself more than him, he cant understand me anyway. 'but you need to clean up.' He stenches of alcohol and sweat. I just hope he doesn't lash out at me… running hot water in the tub, I undress him to his boxers and dump the clothes in a corner, along with my pull over.

'George?' Fred looks up, searching for the reflection he would never see. Every time he takes his name, a part of me dies inside, knowing that his true happiness lay in someone who had left his side forever. I try to distract him by making him sit inside the tub and pour water over his head. After much difficulty, his body is as clean as I can manage and his hair, cleaner. I'm soaked in water, but that's okay. I have to shower anyway. With my help, he climbs out of the bath and leans on me as I help him to his cupboard.

'You're a good friend Julie.' He says, a bit sober after the bath. He fumbles for a pair of dry boxers and I turn around as he sheds the wet ones and puts on the fresh. Suddenly he runs to the washroom and bends over the toilet seat, bucking violently, vomiting out his insides. I rush to him and rub his back as he clutches his belly and gasps for breath.

'shhh… It's okay Fred.' I murmur soothingly as he calms down and his breathing normalizes. He groans and turns to wash out his mouth with 'Merlin Teeth Clean'.

I help him into bed and pull the covers till his chin. He closes his eyes and looks almost peaceful for a few moments. Ruffling his hair, I smile. 'No funny dreams, okay?' I whisper and he replies with a small smile. Just for me.

I leave the door open just a crack and walk into my room which was once the guest room. Before the war. Things had changed so drastically after it. Not all things had been happy, though that had been the bigger picture. The people who had lost their family and friends, had greatly suffered. And some. They were still suffering. I undress and step under the hot shower, basking in its soothing caress of my body. My mind. I fall back, involuntarily, into the past.

'Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother!' one of the red headed boys exclaimed. I giggled, watching them smirk at each other.

'Oh those must be the Weasleys.' My mom smiled, piling luggage onto the cart. 'Nice lot.' She said absentmindedly, looking for my ticket in her purse. 'Now you be good at Hogwarts, young lady.' She playfully scolded me and I laughed.

'Mum, honestly! That's the fifth time you're telling me!' I said pushing the cart through the wall.

'well you are a cheeky little one at home aren't you! I'm just worried Professor Dumbledore doesn't kick you out the moment he finds out you are Mason Felix's daughter!' her eyes sparkled mischievously as we took in the scene at the Kings Cross station.

I laugh. 'was he really that bad?' I ask, thirsty for some more knowledge about a father who I had never met. He died in an accident my mother never talked about.

'Oh look! I reckon they have spotted Harry Potter!' she exclaimed, changing the topic effectively.

I shake my head and squirt some shampoo on my head.

Tears of mortification lined my eyes as the laughter slowly died away and everyone got back to what they were doing, in the Gryffindor common room. I tried to blink the tears away. A comforting arm rested on my shoulder. I looked up to see a bushy haired Hermione Granger. 'Its okay Juliet.' She said comfortingly. 'Everybody knows that was a whoopie cushion.' She turned to Fred and George and frowned. 'Honestly, she is just a first year! Pick on someone from your own year.'

'We didn't mean it Hermione.' They said in unision.

'It was just kept there.' Said Fred.

'Honest!' piped up George. Hermione rolled her eyes and walked away.

'Sorry Miss Felix.' Said Fred in a deep voice.

'We offer our sincere apologies.' Says George in the same kind of voice and placed a hand over his heart.

'We were only joking!' smirked Fred. I blushed then, not knowing what to say.

'It's fine.' I mumbled quickly and turned to leave.

'Oi. Juliet.' Said Fred. I turned around and he thrust a packet of Bertie's every flavor beans into my hand and gave me a huge smile. 'Come on then George.' He said, turning. 'Let us find a more appropriate target for this heavenly muggle device. Someone from our own year.'

I finish washing my hair and turn off the water. After putting on my shorts and shirt I make my way to Fred's room to check on him. I light the fireplace, pick up the blanket he has thrown off the bed in his sleep and cover him with it once more. His eyelashes rest delicately on his cheeks, his lips are dry and I decide to take care of that tomorrow. I set his wallet on the bedside table and go to bed.

Getting in bed I set my alarm for 8 am and fall asleep, listening to the clock strike three.

I fling the clock at the wall and it shatters to pieces. I bury my head under the pillow. So... damn sleepy…

My door opens with a bang and my head snaps up.

'is everything okay?' says Fred groggily, trying to open his eyes. 'I thought I heard you fall…' he slumps against the wall, running fingers through his hair. I sigh and fling my legs off the bed, trying to ignore the piercing headache.

'it was just the clock.' I say pointing at it with my wand. 'Reparo.' The pieces fly back together and join. 'I'll be out in five and make you coffee.' I tell him and enter the washroom to brush my teeth.

'you're the best.' Says Fred and leaves the room. I sigh.

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'This has to stop.' I say quietly, and place the coffee in front of him then turn to finish making the scrambled eggs and bacon. The stove was a small black one Mrs. Weasley had gifted to Fred and George when they shifted here.

'What?' asks Fred, sipping his coffee.

I hesitate. 'This, Fred.' I tip the contents of the fry pan into two plates, keep them on the table and take a seat across him, not meeting his gaze. 'Your… drinking.' I look up. His jaw tightens and his lips become a thin line.

'Drop it Juliet.' He say in a low tone and pulls one of the plate toward him, stabbing a fork into the bacon.

'I mean it Fred.' I say more firmly and look right into his eyes. He looks into mine, irritated. I shift uncomfortable and look down at my plate. 'Its harming you.'

'No, thinking is harming me.' He says.

'Fred-'

'Stop it Juliet.'

'No! I'm bringing you home everyda-'

'Then don't!' he yells suddenly, pushing his chair back and standing up. 'Just don't okay?'

I get up too. 'And let you drink yourself to death?!'

'Yeah Juliet. Then maybe I'll feel better. When I finally die. Because that's all I want to do, get it? That's how you feel when you lose somebody you love. But you wouldn't know would you? Because you haven't lost anybody.' He says bitterly, like it's my fault, and turns to leave the kitchen.

'Yeah I have.' I say, tears stinging my eyes. 'You.' But he is already out of earshot. The shop door slams after five seconds and I slump back into the chair, sobbing.

The breakfast lies uneaten till I shove it into the fridge.