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Hermione opened her eyes slowly. Her head hurt and there was a blinding light in her eyes. She slowly closed her eyes once more. Then everything came back to her. He came back to her.
Like the speed of lighting she flashed her eyes open and sat up. However that was ruined when a pain in her head made her pause for a few moments and take a deep breath. When she finally got a hold of herself again she opened her eyes, expecting to see Harry or Ron hovering over her worriedly.
She was mistaken.
When she opened her eyes she found herself looking into the aquamarine ayes of Fred Weasley. The same Fred Weasley who had stole her heart. The same one that was dead.
"Fred…,"she whispered quietly as if just speaking would make him disappear. She shakily raised her hand to cup his cheek. She needed to feel him to know he was there. That he was alive.
"Hermione," he said in a hoarse whisper. His voice sounded like it hadn't been used in awhile. But of course it hadn't been used; I mean he's been dead right? Or at least he should have. He moved his cheek closer into the palm of her hand while slowly reaching for her. She didn't know who moved first but all at once they were in each other's arms. Hermione had her arms tightly wrapped around him with her fingers intertwined in his hair. He had his arms in a death grip around her waist with his head buried deep in her hair.
They were both sobbing. Their tears intermixing with the others. The silence that had formerly been, had been overtaken by loud gut wrenching sobs. Hermione knew that if Harry or Ron were to come home know that they would automatically jump to the conclusion of a Death Eater attack. It seemed to be their answer for everything now days. If they heard a scream they automatically jumped to that conclusion.
Hermione hoped they wouldn't come home anytime soon. This was her moment and she didn't want it to end. They could come home and find her all alone sobbing in her room and then she would find out that it was just an allusion. It would break her if that happened. She had finally been getting back on track with her life. But this didn't feel like an allusion. The sound of his heavy breathing and sobs against her ear, the feel of his heart beating under her chest, and the feel of being in his arms once more just felt so real.
Slowly after awhile the sobs quieted down into heavy breathing, and then it was just them holding each other. Hermione slowly leaned back a little bit to look at his face. It was covered in blood, dirt and tears. She raised a shaking hand to wipe off the tears. "How?" She asked in a voice hoarse from crying. She didn't have to say anymore because she knew he would understand he always did…
Fred gave her a slight smile before opening his mouth to speak. At first his voice was hoarse but soon it finally got back to its normal velvety tone. "Well for the last two years you all have thought I'm dead, right? Well not so much," he held up a finger gently to her mouth before she could talk. "You see the Death Eaters came up with this new type of spell that gave the allusion that the person was dead until they used the counter spell. It makes it seem that the person isn't breathing or anything of the sort.
"Well that's what happened to me. After the funeral and everything they came back and dug me out of the ground and took me to their head quarters. It's underground somewhere in Romania, I think. And there it's somewhat like a concentration camp. They make you work, and they also torture you for information on the Order. And up till a few weeks ago I was prisoner, but I escaped."
When he finished his story his face was pale, and Hermione was sobbing. Just the thought of someone doing that to Fred made her want to hide him from everyone and keep him safe.
