Yaaaaay, she updated? But doesn't she slack off for like months and never update? Hey now! I am getting better don't judge! :D I know I know, I don't normally update this often, but I really like my plot. Future plans for my characters. Muahahaha.
Fred ran down a long corridor, he had no idea where he was, but he looked at the map and saw Filch and Madame Pince closing in on him. Now I don't know if it was magic, or if the map was lying to get Fred to go into that classroom but he ran into the closest classroom he could find, it contained a big red hourglass. Fred waited for ages until Filch and Madame Pince were gone, at least that's what the map said because if you asked anyone they'd say they never saw Madame Pince or Filch, and if you asked them yourself, Madame Pince and Filch said they never left their chambers.
Fred was wondering what that big red hourglass was for the next couple of days. He realised that he had taken the book with him when he got back to the dormitories. He understood what that meant, he'd have to go back to the library at some point. But how could he? How could he give back the book that had all the information he needed? He hadn't read anymore of it since the night in the library, but he decided to read some more at that moment.
Picking up the book, he realised just how dusty it was, like it hadn't been touched in over a century… He read a passage marked 'The Dream of Time'
'Over the years a tale about time has grown, it is said that a large, red hourglass contains time. As the years pass the object grows, and more sand appears. Although, it barely grows a quarter of an Inch and the sand weighs less than a third of a grain more; at least that is what is believed.
The tale says that if you touch this hourglass, and think of a specific time, you can go back as far as you want. This cannot possibly be proven as the hourglass or rather 'The Dream of Time' as it has been labeled, has been missing since its inception.'
Fred wondered if he was meant to find that room. He wondered if what he had seen really was 'The Dream of Time'. Although now he called it D.O.T; dot. He wondered and wondered until he could wonder no more. But just because he couldn't wonder, didn't mean he couldn't have an idea…
This idea was a good one, but was also risky, after all; there was no telling what would happen once he placed his palm upon dot. It troubled him about the lengths he would go to find happiness again. It really was selfish of him; leaving Georgie behind like that, not even bothering to at least try and get help. George had been experimenting with a new sweet when the toxic fumes of the potion hit him. It was meant to be a surprise for Fred; he didn't even know what it was supposed to do.
The Medi-Witches and Wizards at St. Mungo's had said that they would have to transfer George to a muggle hospital, because he didn't have any magical injuries. So, they couldn't help him, they weren't even going to try! They were just going to offload him to someone else!
Fred couldn't deal with this right now! He had to see what would happen, he would take the map and the book. He would touch it, dot that is, and if it didn't work, he'd have to use Hermione's Time-Turner. Even if that meant taking it by force.
You know what Fred didn't understand though? Was how George's injuries weren't magical… Sure he was in a coma, but that was because the potion did that to him, and muggles wouldn't be able to help if it was from a potion they had no idea how to cure. Fred couldn't think too much about it though, he had to get through dinner, and what with the way he had been acting before; it wasn't going to be easy…
Fred made his was downstairs, ignoring the worried stares, and the sympathetic, and all the whispers. He always saw Harry go through it, and felt sorry for him, just a little, but he never imagined it would happen to him too. He and George had always done things funny to annoy Harry, or just be total clowns. Like in their fourth year (Harry's second), when everyone thought Harry was the heir to Slytherin, they walked around announcing 'Heir of Slytherin coming through!' 'Yeah, better watch your manners! He might just petrify you!'
It was all good fun at the time, but now he really wished he hadn't done it, after all, if it happened to Fred, he didn't think he would be able to take it. He would have to apologize to Harry when he got to the Great Hall, and Gryffindor's table. He smiled at the thought of all the funny things, or what seemed funny to Fred, remembering all the good times. Of course people started to stare more intensely at the crazed maniac grinning for no apparent reason. Probably planning on mass destruction of the whole world. He ignored them.
When he finally got to the Great Hall, he looked to the Gryffindor table and spotted Harry with Hermione and his brother, Ron. He started walking in their direction; Harry spotted him first and smiled, then waved. Hermione and Ron proceeded to turn around and have a look at who Harry was waving at. Hermione spotted Fred, and smiled as well, but when Ron saw him, he just rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed, and began attacking his food again.
Once he reached them he kind of stood awkwardly, as they looked up at him expectantly.
"Ahem," He said clearing his throat, getting ready for a speech, " Um Harry, I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry, for all the things I've done to you over the years, I realise now that it was uh… Wrong of me. G-George-George and I shouldn't have done some of the things we did." Fred started tearing up at George, and by the end his throat had that familiar uncomfortable feeling like when you're trying to hold in the tears, and your throat is trying to make you.
Harry walked over and asked to talk to him in private, to which Fred obliged thankfully. They escaped the Great Hall, walked for some time and found themselves in an old classroom that looked as if it hadn't been used in years, which it probably hadn't.
Harry placed his palm on Fred's cheek and whispered, "Fred, I know that now might be a bad time; but I want you to know that I never cared when you made jokes about me, or pranked me. It only made my feelings for you grow," Fred blushed as Harry's eyes fluttered down and he leaned into Fred.
Harry's lips connected to Fred's ever-so gently, and Fred's heart fluttered. It was amazing, out of all the kisses he'd ever had, this one felt almost perfect. Almost. Fred wouldn't admit that he could have something better, what was important was that it felt good, so good he forgot about almost everything.
He needed this, he needed this comfort, this pure love that was filling Fred's heart so it almost reached the top. But that was the thing, it was almost everything. It almost mended his heart. That's why he had to let it happen, he had to feel right again, even if it was almost right.
I wonder why it was almost and not fully? Maybe it was Harry's eyes? Or the fact that he wasn't that into pranking? If you know what I mean! :P Anyway, It will get there, don't worry! I hope you enjoyed, and I just wanted to let you know that I do not own Harry Potter, or any of its characters. I only own my ideas. :) Thanks, bye!
