Stories
"Fred, as you know, suffered from severe brain trauma, and well, he has developed amnesia." The Healer said quietly as he pushed his glasses up his nose. George's breath was knocked out of him.
"What?" He gasped, holding his chest.
"He doesn't remember anything. Not his parents, not his favorite color or food, not even his own name."
George Weasley's world was spinning. He had no clue how to handle this kind of situation. The Healer looked at him sadly before turning and leaving him to his own thoughts.
George opened the door to Fred's room again, and peeked though. Fred was happily sitting on his bed, gazing around the room. His ginger hair was sticking up in a very Harry like way. When Fred heard the door, he looked over. George quietly cursed and entered.
"...Hi, Fred." He mumbled, running his hand over the back of his neck. Fred looked surprised.
"Who's Fred? Oh, wait, I'm Fred, aren't I? Those nice people keep telling me I am. Well, Hello, I'm Fred." He said cheerfully, eying George with much interest. George had to keep the tears back. They were right. He doesn't even remember his name.
"I know you're Fred. I'm...I'm George." He said, shocked that he was actually saying this to his twin brother. He stuck out a hand as he approached the chair beside the bed. Fred took his hand.
"George...Hmm," Fred mused. He looked thoughtful. "I think I've heard that name before..."
George's heart stopped in his chest. He watched the concentration of Fred's face. After a minute or so, Fred stirred.
"Ah! I remember! It's that one Healer who brings me those horrible drinks. Nasty things those are, I don't think I like him very much." Fred said. George's heart fell, and he buried his head in his hands.
"What's wrong, George?" Fred said, and he sounded so much like himself that George almost forgot about his memory. Almost.
"Do you remember any thing?" George whispered, and Fred looked confused.
"Umm, I don't know." Fred mumbled. George looked up.
"Did the Healers tell you any thing?" He ventured.
"...No..." Fred said worriedly.
"Okay. What your about to hear will be crazy. But I solemnly swear that it's the truth." George promised and he laid a hand on his heart. Fred nodded.
"Where do I start? Fred, about a year ago, there was this war. The Battle of Hogwarts. You were in that battle, along with me, and the rest of the family. You were fighting and a wall was blown apart. It hit your head...and you were in a coma after that. We all thought you were dead. They found you, and you've been in a coma since then. I've been here every day, and about six months ago, the Healers were going to try to unplug you, kill you. I wouldn't let them, I knew you were in there. So they let you go on, but they kept bringing up their offer. But, I still knew you were alive. They said you might never wake up. Then, today, you opened your eyes. But you don't remember anything. Not your family, or your life. It would take you forever to tell you every thing." George finished, not looking up from his hands.
"Is that really the truth?" Fred asked. George nodded. "I have a family? I want to hear about them first." Fred stated and George looked surprised at him, before going on.
"Your mum's name is Molly Weasley, your dad's Arthur Weasley. You've got five brothers and a sister. Bill is oldest, he's married to Fleur, and she's going to have a baby. Next is Charlie, he works in Romania with dragons. After that is Percy, he has horn rimmed glasses, and he used to work at the Ministry of Magic, until he quit. He was your favorite to pick on. Next...next is me. We're twin brothers, and we love to prank. We have our own joke shop, and when you get better, we can work at it again."
"A twin brother?" Fred asked quietly. George nodded again and conjured a mirror. Fred looked amazed at the magic, but then focused his attention to the mirror George was holding out.
George brought his head next to Fred's and held the mirror in front. Reflected back was two identical men, both with ginger hair and ice blue eyes. Freckles covered their cheeks in almost the exact same pattern. Fred reached out his fingers and the mirror-Fred did the same.
"What happened to your ear?" Fred asked, his eyes on what was left of George's ear.
"Severus Snape. When we were trying to get Harry to his safe house, Death Eaters attacked us. Snape blasted my ear off." Fred looked thoughtful.
"Will you tell me more about my-our family?"
"The youngest brother is Ron, he's afraid of spiders, thanks to you. And Ginny comes last. We've all got ginger hair. Ron, Dad, and us have blue eyes. Ginny, Bill, and Mum have brown, and Charlie and Percy have green," Fred looked back at the mirror, and looked at their blue eyes. "We were all sorted into Gryffindor. That's a house in Hogwarts. The houses are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Hogwarts is a school where you learn magic."
"Harry Potter and Hermione Granger are Ron and Ginny's best friends. Harry is the boy who lived. When he was just a baby, he was hunted down by Voldemort-"
"Who?" Fred interrupted.
"Voldemort was the most evil wizard in the world. Red eyes like a snakes and a white, nose less face. He was feared by every one in the wizarding world, even some of the Muggles. He tried to rule the world, killing people to do so. He killed many people, and his Death Eaters-they were his slaves- helped him. You were almost killed by one of his Death Eaters." Fred nodded in understanding.
"Back to Harry. When he was a baby, Voldemort tried to kill him, but for some weird reason, he couldn't. This stumped the whole world, because Voldemort killed some of the worlds best witches and wizards, and he couldn't kill a little baby. He disappeared. Later, when Harry had grown up he defeated Voldemort. Hermione is a bookworm, Ron's girlfriend, and she helped Harry defeat Voldemort. Ron helped too."
"That's really cool. We're wizards, aren't we?" Fred asked. George brought out his wand, and made Fred's bed sheet shrink, and then return to it's normal size.
"Yup, we are. Did you remember that?" George's heart rate started going faster again.
"I don't know...I mean, I guess I did. It was kinda like...instinct." Fred said, squinting at the wall while he thought.
"Good. Do you want to hear about our friends now?" George said. Fred nodded.
"Well, there's Lee. He's our partner in crime, and was sorted into Gryffindor house along with us. He loves pranking and he was a commenter for Quidditch matches. Angelina is Gryffindor, and was on the team also. She also used to be...your girlfriend-" Fred spit the gross milkshake he was drinking all over the bed and George.
"I had a girlfriend!" he asked incredulously. George wiped the liquid off his face. With a wave of his wand, the milkshake was off the bed.
"Yes you did. And why are you so surprised, with your handsome, well actually my handsome looks that I just happened to have given you?" George teased.
"Oh, no. I'm the better looking brother!" he replied, like old times.
"What ever you say! Did you hit your head hard enough to make you crazy? Well, more than you already are?" George asked, smirking at Fred. Fred pushed his shoulder.
"Can you tell me more?" Fred asked.
"Like what?" George said, looking into the mug Fred's shake was in. He sniffed it. It smelled like the 'Sample of Norwegian Fertilizer' they had sent Percy that one time.
"Hmm...You said we had a joke shop, right? Tell me about that." He suggested.
"It's called Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. It's a joke shop, and, not to toot my own horn, but it's probably one of the most popular shops in Diagon Alley." George said with a cocky tone. He pretended to brush his finger tips on his shirt, and examined them.
"Really! That's awesome." Fred smiled, and he urged George to continue. He told him about the fireworks, and the candies. Fever Fudge, Fainting Fancies, Nosebleed Nougat, Fred was in a trance. He listened with rapt attention, never taking his eyes off of George unless it was to stare into space, thinking.
"Puking Pastilles make you puke nonstop. We had trouble making that one. You would puke so much that you wouldn't be able to eat the other half at stopped it. And then Fever Fudge. We had a hard time with that one too. It made these horrible pimples break out on our-well, our hind quarters. I remember trying to ride a broom like that." George laughed, and so did Fred. It was almost like old times. George even forgot he was telling Fred about the shop for him to learn about it. He thought of it as if he were just telling stories.
"There's also these candies that you eat and they let you have thirty minute daydreams. They are undetectable, so no one knows when you're using one. Peruvian Instant Darkness powder. Good if you want to make a quick escape. Ah, there's so much to tell you. How about, when you get out of here, I'll take you there to look. There's too much to tell." George laughed again. Fred grinned.
"When do I get out?" Fred asked, suddenly serious. George frowned.
"I don't know. But believe me, I'm going to get you out soon." George said. He patted his brother on the arm and continued his stories.
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