It was different now that his exact mimic of himself was gone. Why did he miss such as monster, well like everyone else in the world you can hate a family member but deep down you still love because they are exactly that, family? In this case George Weasely was Fred Weasly's identical twin, older brothers to Ron and Ginny, younger to Bill, Charlie and Percy, Sons of Molly and Arthur. Fred had awakened from his reoccurring nightmare and for some reason he could never remember it in his conscious state, he then arose from the horizontal laying position in which he was in and froze at the sight of the empty made up bed that would soon be back in its previous normal occupied by his twin phase, however everything would be different.
"Fred." Charlie, Fred's older brother who works with dragons in Romania knocked on the door "Mom says to get up breakfast is ready."
"I have been up every hour, this nightmare keeps haunting me and I don't know why!" Fred screamed his hands rubbing his temples, he then regained his composure and waved his wand removing the silencing charm he put around himself so as not to raise alarm during the night , "Okay. I'll be down in a few." He simply stated to his brother watching the shadow underneath the door, this sent chills up his spine causing his to wrap himself in a huge sweater that his mother knitted for him in his "fatter" years.
"Okay and Bills here." Then Charlie's shadow disappeared and the sound of his foots descended down the stairs to the kitchen along with his presence.
Bill and Charlie had been coming over a lot lately, comforting mom was their reason for appearing every other day since George apparently ran away and just left a note, not saying where he was going or why just saying that he will miss us and that he never thought that it would come to his so called leap of absence and that the leap would be for the better. Then, Fred wondered why his mom has been so down, they received a note that George would be home soon. From wherever he was, then Fred would finally have a chance to fill in the blanks that apparently his mother didn't want to tell him or any of the other younger siblings. Fred took one last look in the mirror studying his appearance , drained he thought and he couldn't help it for he had to do everything that the twins would do causing him more work since one twin went MIA. He also concluded that the whole myth about twins when separated could feel things the other was feeling also, that they were connected some way. That maybe his nightmares weren't exactly his but Georges and that if he was being to look drained that wherever George was he was probably feeling drained to. This concluded thought made him force himself to feel happy when he could, in hope that it would then make George happy as well. His hand on the door knob he then looked in the mirror again and put on his most sincere smile that he could summon without the use of magic and proceeded his way down to the kitchen where all of his family except Dad, Percy and George were.
"Morning Fred dear" his mother chimed a bit happier than she had been in the past few months.
"Morning Mom, why is there so much food?" He said sitting at his place at the table, seeing that there was barely enough room for his plate.
He stared around at the table and realized that the table consisted of his siblings that were home, and two other people that were basically family as well. One was Hermione, the smartest girl Fred has ever known also the most bookish and bossy girl he had ever known. The other was the boy he had always had a deep affection for since the day he went to Hogwarts for the first time, the boy who he had chosen that he would always be in love with even if it came to settling with someone else , the boy who had the nick name the chosen one and the boy who was the reason for all the food and the boy that his mother loved so much …..
"Harry" Fred spoke transfixed then quickly realized how dumb that sounded and rebounded with a question, a common one but enough that he was able to redirect his attention from the awkwardness in his first response to seeing Harry at the table, "When did you get in?" Apparently the diversion worked on everyone except for Ginny, who knew that Fred was gay and like the famous Harry Potter and how he got mad when people saw his fame before seeing him, by reading his journal. However, Ginny was a good consular and wing woman.
"A few – m – minuets ago." Harry answered not shy but more of fearing Fred, his green eyes never meeting his brown ones or him at all.
"Relax dear its only Fred." My mother said popping out of nowhere with more sausage and piling it on Harrys plate. Harry then slowly met Fred's gaze for a minuet then focused back on his plate probably thinking of a way to empty it and not have it refilled.
Fred didn't know what was wrong with Harry; he had never been like this with him before. He had always been comfortable around him ever since he could remember. This was when Hermione jumped in breaking the process of Fred's thoughts.
"How has your summer been, Fred?"
"Exceptional I guess not the best but okay." He answered. "You two are here really early school doesn't start for another week."
"Yea, Harry and I needed to get out of both of our houses and back into a place where we could reconnect with all of you." Hermione was then nudged by Harry, apparently saying far too much for Harry but not enough for Fred.
What did she mean by reconnect, was she speaking of just Harry and adding her in there to try and make it seem casual? Fred didn't know and then his eyes diverted to not harry or Hermione but the owl that was flying toward the house seen through the kitchen window behind them.
"Who is it from?" Molly asked setting the sausage pan down, waiting for Charlie to read the senders name.
"The ministry …." The awkward way that Charlie said it, made Fred wonder who it was really from.
Molly however snatched it from Charlie's hand and stuffed it in her apron pocket, "it can wait till later" she persisted. Charlie then sat back down at his plate of food as in a silent agreement.
It wasn't long after everyone started to eat and chat again , except for Fred or at least when he was asked directly something by Hermione or Ginny , that another letter arrived however this time it was from a very well know creature and an even more well-known man.
"Dumbledore sent letters!" Bill exclaimed handing them out "One for Fred." Harry didn't look up. "One for Ron , Ginny , Hermione , Harry , and Mol-" Bill looked closer "it's for you mother."
Ms. Weasley eyebrows furrowed "why on earth would Albus write me." She said with a convincing surprised act.
When everyone finished breakfast Bill and Charlie helped Harry and Hermione with their trunks.
"Hey Mom. Where do you want us to take Harry's things?" Charlie asked mid-way up the stair case with Harry's things with magical help of course, Bill levitating Hermione's things right behind him.
"Charlie and I take up all the extra space in my room , and percy's room is too small for anyone else." Bill backed up his brother.
"How about Fred's room Mother?" Ginny asked closing the cupboard that she just finished filling.
"I- I don't see why not, Fred?" Molly asked looking for her son.
Fred had just come in from grabbing Hedwig from outside, Hedwig nibbling on his ear. "I think she's hungry …" he then noticed everyone staring at his even Hedwig moved down onto the head of chair in front of him as he entered to stare at him , again except Harry , "What?" he asked not wanting so much attention.
"Can Harry stay in your room." Ginny stated.
Fred wanted to say no, not that he didn't want Harry in his room with him, He was just afraid that Harry wouldn't like being in a room with him having a full on nightmare. Then again he wanted to get closer to Harry and no better time than when he was away from everyone else, just Harry and Himself. This then made him feel a spark go off inside him.
"Sure, I wouldn't have it any other way." Fred smiled not faking one this time, it then faded when his eyes went to harry who wouldn't look at him for some reason. Fred was determined to find out why, later.
