AN: I do not own Harry Potter or the Silmarillion. They are owned by J.K Rowling, and J.R.R Tolkien respectively.
This oneshot was inspired by AlaudeSketchbook's Benefit of Doubt.
Fire
Sometimes we dream.
We've dreamt of shining cities and gems that burn brighter than the sun.
We've dreamt of war and blood.
But the worst is when we've dreamt of fire.
We'd see fire all around us, and we'd each be calling out for the other, but never could we reach each other.
I would always seek Fred out the moment I awoke from those dreams, and he was always there to laugh with until we tucked the memories in the back corners of our minds. Joking so that neither of us had to acknowledge how uneasy those dreams made us. And he was always there, always there to forget along with me. Until he wasn't.
Maybe those dreams had been an omen; maybe we should have paid more attention to them. I wouldn't know, after all, I flunked Divination. Also I don't really want to think about the possibility of those dreams being omens. That means something I'm not ready to face, so I dare not look deeper into them. I'll never tell anyone, I'll keep silent.
I'll never tell Bill that when he scolds us, or directs us, or protects us, I see flashes of another figure with long red hair. I can't say that when Greyback mutilated him, the first thing I saw wasn't a man with a scarred face. Rather, the first thing I saw was a man with one hand.
I won't ever tell Charlie that when he talks about his dragons, I sometimes hear long rants about dogs instead. I'll never tell him that sometimes I see blonde hair instead of red. And I'll definitely never tell him that I sometimes notice a large dog following him around.
As for Percy, I won't ever mention that I saw his betrayal coming. I had always noticed that ambition and thirst for power, that much I will admit. But I won't ever mention that when I saw his ambition flare up, I often saw a dark man in the place of my brother. However, at the same time, I always saw his loyalty to family; I knew he wouldn't be gone forever.
Ron is blessing in some ways. I rarely see someone else in him. But when I do it's scary. There's a reason I'll never play chess with him. When he does a cleverness comes over him. His eyes become shrewd and crafty, and that is when I see another take his place. So instead I tease him, because when he's yelling about a prank, he's just Ron.
I used to see it in Ginny. When she was about seven my dad brought home a small piano that someone had hexed. Once the hex was removed, they'd allowed him to keep it. Mum was ecstatic and started to teach Ginny how to play. She was good, very good. But instead of complimenting her, Fred and I teased her mercilessly until she gave it up. That may have been a bit cruel of us, but whenever she played there was a dark-haired man in her place. And we couldn't see that, not with her.
In the end, I suppose I'll take this secret to my grave, and leave my dreams and visions to rot. But still, despite my best attempts to ignore it all, I can't help but to listen to the whispers sometimes.
The whispers that say,
FeƤnorion.
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