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Fred was curious about Hermione's necklace, it looked kind of like a…. No, it couldn't be. She got rid of it in her third year, or at least that's what she told everyone. She said she liked the look of it and got a replica, but Fred didn't think it was. It looked exactly the same, and no matter what magic she used, Fred could tell. He could sense it, it was… weird.
But he couldn't bring himself to admit it, to admit that Hermione still had her Time-Turner and it was just sitting around her neck. Just a simple stunning spell and Fred could- No! He couldn't do it, no matter how much he wanted to. No matter how much he wanted to see who the marauders were.
No matter how much his heart was hurting over George. No matter how much he wished George would wake up, or open his eyes and say 'Fooled you Freddie!' He wouldn't do it. No, it wasn't going to happen he wouldn't allow himself to succumb to his desire to mend his broken heart at seeing his twin lie on that damned hospital bed in a coma everyday.
But he had to! He had to get away from all the pitiful looks, he had to smile again and he had to laugh. He had to be around people like himself. Although, he probably shouldn't express his sexuality as openly if he did. People back in that time didn't accept it as much as they did in Fred's time. George was straight, but Fred always knew he fancied guys, he didn't care about girls, he didn't get turned on when one had her skirt up a little to high, or when her shirt was a little too tight.
He got turned on in the guys showers after Quidditch practice, or flying lessons. He got turned on in the dormitories when they were getting changed, and whenever he could hear another guy jacking off.
He got turned on by the marauders, their pranking, their mischief, everything. Even though he had never seen their faces, he still looked up to them, he still thought they were bloody brilliant. So did George of course, but never as much, and Fred didn't really want to think about George in a time like this.
He had to keep his sanity, because as each day passed, a drop more would slip away, and the only way he could get it back was to go somewhere that wasn't grey. Somewhere, or rather sometime, where people didn't know him, didn't expect anything of him.
So that's what led him to mope around Hogwarts for three days deciding what to do, many people thought it was because of George, that it had finally sunk in. But people who read between the lines knew something was up. Of course, Ron wasn't one of the people, still incredibly thick, but Harry and Hermione noticed, they whispered in the library, yes Fred went into the library.
He researched time-travel, time-turners, and witches and wizards who had time-travelled, he didn't find anything. When he walked into the library one late autumn morning he realized what he had to do, he had to go into the Restricted Section, that night.
Fred put his action into plan after dinner, Harry had given back the Marauders map a couple of weeks before saying something around the lines of 'You can still prank this way,' Of course he could still prank without it! He just didn't pass up the offer when Harry was willingly giving it back. After all without it, Fred couldn't go through with his plan.
Yes, he could just get McGonagall to sign a note, they were actually on good terms outside of his prankings, but this was adventure. This. Was. Fun. Fred, for the first time in what felt like forever, was actually enjoying himself. Reveling in the suspense, the mystery, adventure, angst for the fear of being caught. Not knowing what would happen next.
He snuck into the library which was bathed in pitch black darkness, checking the Marauders map to check that Madame Pince was still in her bed, sleeping; she was. He tried to silently open the gate to the Restricted Section, but the hinges were old and rusted, it creaked, probably to make you get caught if you tried it in the daylight it probably hadn't been oiled in years.
Fred quickly checked the map again, Madame Pince was still in bed, she barely even batted an eye, Filch was in the dungeons, in a place he spent most of his time, Fred guessed with his chains. He sighed in relief, no one noticed, he smirked, he missed this… He missed the adrenalin that sneaking around gave him, the rush was absolute. It was the best kind. He grinned and looked next to him at George- but he wasn't there… That's right. That was why he was doing it, for George, George wouldn't want him to be miserable like Fred was…
After ten minutes of aimlessly walking around, he finally spotted the book he wanted. 'The adventures and misadventures of travelling in time' He read out the first passage; he had to know anything, and everything about it.
Many witches and wizards have dabbled in time, many have been scorned by the reproachful hand of fate but there are some who have cheated time, and lived, untouched. Many believe it's a safe haven, if you go back far enough, when no-one knows you, you can start fresh. Our goal is to teach you your responsibilities if you too, decide to touch the fabric of time, to run your hand across it. It won't be easy, let us tell you, you cannot be seen, if you are, well, very bad things have been known to happen to witches and wizards who have.
But don't let us discourage you! No, no! Our duty is to inform you the History of Time, and the famous Magical folk who have travelled it! So begins our journey, our journey through time, take it from us, you will want to continue reading as our exciting tales (which are definitely true!) will never cease to amaze, and will never get old as you pass this book from generation to generation!
As if it wasn't enthralling enough, Fred flipped through the book and saw many pictures, some horrific, some so wonderful you couldn't even begin to fathom upon who could have possibly drawn them. That was magic for you.
Fred was grinning as he turned his lamp off, had I forgotten to mention that he was carrying a lamp? Dear me I am sorry… Fred turned around when he heard a strange hissing sound, a malicious sound, almost evil, definitely cruel though… He looked to the ground and sure enough; Mrs. Norris. Cats didn't show up on the map, only humans so Fred was at a disadvantage, he had forgotten about Mrs. Norris.
He stole a glance at the map, Filch was nearing, and Madame Pince was stirring, he cursed and dashed out of the Restricted Section, forgetting his lamp, still carrying the book, not even closing the gate. He was going to be in serious trouble if he got caught.
Don't kill me! I promise Fred will go back in time soon! And just so you know, this is definitely James/Fred so don't worry. Who else loved the passage from the book? :3 I know, right? A moment of inspiration created that! Remember to R&R (Read and Review!) Anonymous ones are accepted.