George Weasley felt cold. But then again, he was in a very cold lake.

He was swimming to reach the surface, to reach the sunlight that seemed so soft and warm.

However, he moment he was about to touch it, he noticed something, or someone, sinking slowly inside the lake, about ten meters away from him.

Without further thinking, he started swimming frantically to help the sinking person, who seemed unconscious and unable to help themselves from drowning.

As George got closer, he realized that he knew that person. His lungs started hurting, but his main priority now was to save his twin brother from drowning.

'Fred! Fred!' he screamed, but his words were lost through the water. The lake current was pushing him to the opposite direction, but he had to continue, he had to struggle more, or else he would lose his brother forever.

'Fred! FRED!'

His brother was falling in the cold dark abyss, and he couldn't do anything. It was as if he was stuck in the same spot, moving his arms and legs desperately, while some invisible force was pushing him back.

His vision started getting darker…

'Fred..'

Train…There was a train coming…

'Fred..'

But he was in a lake..how could he possibly hear a train-

George opened his eyes slowly and the numb feeling of waking up got all over him. The train he was on had yet to reach its destination, and his forehead which was touching the train glass window felt cold and wet. It was still November, yet the scenery out of the window was preparing itself impatiently for winter.

He ran his hand through his red hair, and accidentally touched his cheek with his wrist, where red stubble had started appearing. He made a mental note to himself that he had to shave.

His brown eyes fell on his travelling companion sitting on the opposite side of the compartment, and immediately, his back started to hurt where his new scar was located.

Note to self: Always wear a shirt in front of others. He had to remember it.

The person's eyes were glued to the window. His pale skin contradicted to his red hair, while his hollow cheeks and tired eyes, were a new feature he had to get used to for a while.

"Hey" George said softly, ignoring the pain on his back skin, "How are you feeling?"

The person looked at him and smiled softly. "Not so good, but I think I'll manage."

George looked out of his window again and a small smirk appeared on his face. "Mischief managed."

He noticed a smirk on his brother's face as well, and stood up from his seat. "I'm going to get something to eat, do you want anything?"

The redhead's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Ain't there a trolley lady or something like that?"

"No, Fred. This is not Hogwarts Express, I don't think muggle trains have trolley ladies."

"Okay then..get me anything sweet. I'm starving to death", he added and smiled at himself for his own pun.

George fought the urge to cringe at the hearing of that word, and focused on the pun instead, giving his brother a smirk. "You're insufferable."

He reached for the door and got out of their compartment.