Fred sat up gasping as he winced. He'd had the same recurring nightmare for a while now, and it was getting closer and closer to some kind of completion. And tonight, he'd been able to see things, people a little more clearly. Though he still couldn't put names with faces quite yet.

A look at the calendar told him he'd been in America, in Las Vegas, for about two weeks now. And another look, at the bed in the raised up area of the room at a sleeping Britney told him that he was growing attached. But he needed to remember. Somewhere out there, he had family, he knew this.

They had to know he was alive. They had to know he was okay. And he'd like to be able to tell the only member of his family he honestly remembered, his twin, George, about Britney.

She groaned, tossing around in her bed. By now, Fred got used to the little noises she made at night, though he would often peer down at her curiously, and wonder what she was dreaming about.

Tonight, the noises sounded like they had fear behind them, not like other nights when he suspected that they might be of a passionate nature. When she sat up gasping it was almost like an ingrained instinct.

Fred sat down on the bed beside her just in time to hear her mutter "No not again, I promise I won't. Stop! That Hurts!." and her voice trailing off as she shrank away from something in fear. He gripped her shoulders firmly after turning on the light.

"Britney?" he asked quietly as he felt her arms go around him, and felt her scoot cautiously onto his lap as she muttered "I'm fine, Fred. Just a nightmare, I have them all the time. I normally take sleeping meds so I don't do this, but tonight I forgot."

Fred sighed and tilted her chin up. "You've done a lot to help me, let me help you? I can listen."

Britney shook her head as she said quietly, "I-I can't talk about it, Fred. It makes me sick."

Fred smoothed his hand over her blonde hair and then said "It's okay, you're okay." as he looked at her and said, "I had another of my dreams tonight. I'm trying to figure out if its' a memory, or just some bloody trick of my mind, but I keep hearing someone yelling my name, then feeling someone shove me out of the way. It doesn't make sense."

Britney rubbed his temples while sitting in his lap and held her long delicate finger to his lips as she shook her head. "Hey.. Don't try so hard. You'll remember, it's gotta come on it's own though."

Fred nodded though he growled a little, frustrated. He started to get up and walk back to the couch but Britney's hand closed around his wrist. "Lay here and hold me?"

He raised a brow, but something about her eyes, the sound of her voice just now had him wondering if something were wrong with her, if the nightmare really spooked her that bad.

She wiggled into place beside him and rolled over on her side facing him, as her finger trailed across his jaw and said quietly, "If these were normal circumstances, Fred Weasley.."

"Yeah, love?" Fred asked, the pet name he called his female friends, one of the few things he did remember from his old life, his old habits, coming easily from his lips, although in Britney's case, especially lately, it'd began to take on a new meaning for him.

"I could really fall in love with you." Britney blurted out before clutching the front of the white tank top he wore and burying her face so he couldn't see her, so she wouldn't have to look up and see the probable rejection in his eyes.

Fred's breath caught in his throat and he tilted her chin so she had to look up. "Hey... Why does it have to be normal?" he asked quietly as he cautiously bent, kissed her forehead.

"Because you have no memory and I can't forget things. It's just not a good idea for us to.." she started but Fred's hand went to her hair, resting on the back of her neck and he pulled her to his lips, kissing her.

"Sometimes the best things start out as not so good ideas, Britney." he muttered as he looked at her intently, and trailed his index finger over her cheek.

He sighed as he put his arms around her and when she finally fell asleep, he lie there watching her for a little longer before he rolled onto his back, trying to get some sleep, eager to finish the dream.

Because now he had an idea. When he finally remembered his family, he was taking her back with him to meet them. He knew when he kissed her that she was not someone he could just leave behind and act like nothing here ever happened.


George slammed his fist angrily down on the table as he glared at Ron. "Don't you all think it odd, they didn't even let us really see his body?"

Ron looked at his brother torn between anger and sadness for him. "Stop it, George, your'e upsetting Mum." he yelled angrily as they stood, glaring at one another.

Two weeks now, George had been in the grips of this crazed idea that Fred wasn't dead, that somehow, he'd been pushed out of the way at the last minute and a Death Eater had fallen instead, that Fred had been sucked up into the night sky by some blue ray of light.

Ron sometimes wondered how much of the battle he accurately remembered, and how much of it went as stories he was told after. It'd all happened so fast...

Could Fred still be alive? George seemd to think so. And George didn't just take crazy notions in his mind for no reason.

Ron sat in his chair and stayed silent, mulling over the possibility. Harry looked from one to the other, then spoke quietly, "There was an odd ray of light during the battle.."

Everyone sat lost in thought, confused. If he were alive, why wasn't he home?