Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the story line. This is just for fun *smiles*

Chapter 4

James was in a very bad mood. All weekend he had tried to find a way past that monstrous tree, but failed every time. He had checked all the other passages that led out of Hogwarts, but every single one had been blocked by some sort of damage. Everyone could tell that he wasn't in the mood to joke because if he wasn't missing, he was sulking back in the common room.

Louis had tried to cheer him up with his information that he had found, which worked for a moment, until he found out that the only known Animagus at the school, was the old Headmistress, McGonagall.

"We can't do much with that. We couldn't even ask about it because she would be too suspicious of me… unless… No… you've been hanging around me too much this week, she'd get suspicious." He sighed and put his hands on his chin. "When's Freddie coming back… it's Sunday already. Hell, I'm ready for bed and he's still not back from whatever he went to do with Professor Reiner."

"What are you complaining about?" Fred said from behind the two seated on the couch.

James, with a grin, jumped up off the couch, grabbed the strawberry blond around the neck and pulled him down on the couch onto his and Louis's laps. "Oh Freddie! I missed you!" He cooed.

Fred played possum like always, knowing full well that James loved the struggle. Louis, however, hadn't learned this. "What are you doing?! Let him go!" He yelled.

Unfortunately for Louis, this was just like struggling. "Oh, you jealous?" James grinned as he stretched over and grabbed the blonde Weasley instead. "I didn't know you cared so much, Lucy."

"Grr. Quit. Calling. Me. Lucy!" Louis growled out. The next thing that any of them knew, Fred was seated at another chair while the fourth year and third year wrestled on the couch. Fred grinned when Louis got the better of James for a mere second and launched him on the floor. "Now knock it off."

James hopped up. "Hey, pretty good. Are you trying out for Quidditch, too? You could be a beater with me."

Louis shook his head. "No thanks. Hey, Fred." He moved his blue eyes over to where Fred had escaped. "So, how was your little field trip with Professor Reiner? What was the purpose again?"

Fred picked up his small bag and put it in his lap. "We, uh, attempted to make a potion that takes out the curse in a cursed wound. Like non healing injuries caused by dark magic."

"Eh? Dark magic? Nobody uses dark magic anymore." James commented in a bored tone.

Fred glanced over at him. "But it's just in case. We can't remain in peace forever."

"So what do you mean you attempted?" Louis asked.

Fred glanced down to his wrapped up index finger. "Well, we were able to prevent any extra bleeding, and also," he smirked just a bit, "I was able to make the injury smaller. This may be of use to a serious injury and may kill you to just an injury you can survive."

The two cousins looked at Fred in awe. "Are you kidding? In just one weekend?" Louis asked.

Fred nodded. "Yeah. But I wouldn't have been able to if it wasn't for Professor Reiner's notes. He had…books full of notes, failed and successful potions… I was able to pull out the most pure ingredients and make something of a rough draft on it."

"You're going to be famous one day, Freddie. So what were the pure ingredients?" James asked with a childlike face.

"I'd rather not be famous, but I mostly used parts of a Unicorn since they're one of the purest animals on the planet. I was a little unsure about using the blood, though. You're not supposed to drink it, you know."

James nodded like he understood what was going on. "So, did you find anything out about the animagus?"

Fred pulled out James's cloak and tossed it at him. "Yeah, I did. Here." He then pulled out the book he stole along with the paper pamphlet. "But we can't just carry that book around, got it." He said strictly. "You'll have to cut the pages out of the binding and exchange it with another book, one that most people wouldn't even look at, but one that you may still look at yourself. Then, you have to burn the original cover of the book."

James was simply staring at the book in awe, a look that had yet to leave his face since Fred returned. "Freddie, you are absolutely the most brilliant, amazing person."

"Here. It's a good thing I got back so late or there'd be a ton of people out here." Fred said.

James and Louis looked in the book quickly. "How'd you get this?" Louis asked, looking up from the introduction pages.

Fred yawned. "I'm a bit tired. You guys should go to sleep, too. We'll talk about this more when we find a place to practice since James doesn't know how to get past that tree."

James glared back up at him. "Sure, rub it in my face."

With a smirk, Fred trekked up to his bed, soon followed by Louis. He hadn't had much sleep for the past few days and couldn't wait to get a full seven hours of sleep. It would have been eight, but he was going to do his homework between eight and nine. The moment he landed on his bed, he was out. He didn't even try to change out of his cloths.

The next morning, he sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall working on his homework. James was seated next to him and was stuffing his face with a muffin while reading 'Muggle Tricks.' Fred glanced over to see that the pages were bewitched to look like the original book. James wasn't an idiot when he wanted something done. Fred knew this trick, it was similar to how the Marauder's map worked. The only way the Animagus portion of the book would show up was if someone muttered the password. But James went over the top and made it so that the book only responded to the password when either James, Louis, or his own finger prints made contact with it. But the best part was that to complete it, they had to hold the book with both hands, using only their thumbs, index fingers, and ring fingers. He made them complete the process of setting this password this morning.

"So Freddie, Quidditch tryouts are next week. I know you didn't bring your broom so you can borrow mine." He said as he closed the book.

"I'm aware. I signed my name to the list, but shouldn't you be thinking about something else?" Fred asked his cousin.

The black haired teen groaned. "Yeah, well, I don't think that's going to work. We're going to have to find a new place to do it. There's got to be somewhere that won't get us caught." His brown eyes rolled over to look at Fred's perfect, male handwriting. "How can you write so fast and so neat?"

"Practice." Fred muttered before closing his book. "Done."

Louis choked on his juice. "But didn't you have something from every class?!" He asked from his seat across from his other two cousins.

Fred stared at him. "Yeah… I retain information well, so doing homework like this is easy."

Louis glared at him. "I think I hate you."

Fred shrugged. "Don't. I'm just a freak. But this freak is going to make doing what we're going to do a whole lot easier." He looked up as the second wave of breakfast eaters made their way into the Great Hall.

James looked over excitedly over at the Slytherin table as his little brother walked in. "Look guys! Al's just came in. Let's go visit." He said as he squirmed around like a little kid while shoving the book back into his bag.

Louis glanced over at the Slytherin table. "I don't know, James. I mean, you know we're not on good terms with them."

James stood up slowly as stared down at Louis with a forced grin. "Listen, you punk. We're going over to sit with Al for a bit and you are going to live with it." Once Louis walked over to the other two, James patted his head. "Good. Now let's visit Al."

Once they were close enough, James called out to him. "Yo Al, Scorpius! Budge up there a little, you." He said to another Slytherin first year. He took a seat next to Albus while Fred and Louis sat on the other side. "Are you okay over here, baby snake?" He asked with a grin.

Albus nodded. "Of course. It's not bad at all, if you ask me. Everyone's friendly, save for a few of the upper classmen."

"Eh, so just take of them yourself." James said as he reached over to grab a piece of bacon off his little brother's plate, but failed when Albus slapped his hand away.

"Quit being a pig. I saw you over there eating-"

"Hey! I only had a muffin." He said in defense.

But Albus didn't buy it, so he turned to his two older cousins who shook their heads. "I thought so."

James gawked at the traitors. "You guys are weak!"

"So it's really not scary, cold, and depressing in the Slytherin common room?" Louis asked in a low voice.

Scorpius shook his head with a faint smile. "No. The Head of Slytherin said that he changed a few things how it looked because it was too dark for him. Like… out couches are a soft color of green, along with some rugs. Um…" He laughed a bit. "I mean, it's just a big, open space filled with a few desks and chairs. I'm sure that's how yours is like, too. Big couches and all. Oh, but we do have an aquarium." Albus nodded.

"What!?" James yelled out. "We don't have something like that… I'm jealous." He pouted, making his brother and Scorpius laugh.

Fred got a good look at Scorpius. He had short, platinum blonde hair, even lighter than Louis's, and had bright, grey eyes.

Fred just remembered something. "Ah. Albus." Bright green eyes turned at the mention of his name. "I just remembered, I saw your dad and Uncle Ron at the ministry and they said they're going to try and force out the reason why you chose Slytherin at Christmas."

Albus looked alarmed. "That means they'll use any means necessary! I don't want anyone else to know. Just you guys and Scorpius here."

James latched his arm around his little brother's shoulder. "Don't worry, Al. Either they'll forget or we'll stop them somehow. But you'll be okay. I'm sure they won't use… extreme force."

It was Scorpius who spoke up next. "But… why were you at the Ministry… um… sorry, I'm not very good with names." He said shyly.

Fred knew what he was getting at. "It's Fred Weasley. And I was there assisting Professor Reiner with Potions, that's all." He said. "Speaking of, Louis and I have Potions soon. Bye Albus, Scorpius…" He wasn't going to say it but James hit him with these huge, brown, puppy dog eyes. "And I'll see you later, James."

As the two third years walked out, it was the first time that Fred noticed that the amount of people in the Great Hall had grown. Many were staring at them as they left, in shock that three Gryffindors would dare go sit over at the Slytherin table.

Back in the Great Hall, Professor Longbottom was sitting next to McGonagall. "Professor, did you see that?"

She nodded slowly. "I did indeed. I would have never thought that I'd live to see a day like this. Potter's son… both of them, in fact, may just change the prejudice in this school."

"I was thinking the same thing, Professor." Longbottom said with a smile.

When the two Weasley's walked into the near empty Potion's room, they were jumped by Reiner. "Ah, good morning, boys. There there, take a seat. Now, this…" He said, his blue eyes sparkling, "is for you, Fred." He held out a crystal phial with a thick, shimmery ice blue. "I want you to keep this one because you did make most of it on your own. Also, this is yours as well since I have no real business for it." He said, handing the boy a plain, muggle notebook that Fred had used to write his own notes in.

Fred took them, but said, "I really made those notes for you, Sir. I can remember them-"

Reiner waved off the question. "Don't be silly. That's all your own work. But don't think I didn't copy them." He said with a smile. "And also, you were absorbed in your work, so I didn't tell you that if you want to continue the research, you may come down here anytime you like and work on that, or any other potion. I have all the same ingredients in the storage room over there." He said, pointing to a door to the right.

Louis was in total shock at how easily he was going to let Fred go about using his things. Once he walked away, he leaned over and said quietly, "he must really like you. That potion you were working on must be really amazing."

Fred nodded a bit. "I think it could be… but…" He looked at the phial in his hand. "I think I need to make it pure white, silver, or even clear. But the first step sort of just came to me, completing something so advanced… I don't know if I'll be able to do it any time soon, if ever."

During his last class of the day, he started to think about where they would be able to practice. He'd already found where he was going to get the ingredients from.

'We need somewhere to make the potion, and then somewhere to practice where we won't be caught. Somewhere safe for us at all times.' He thought to himself as he picked up his bags and left the classroom.

'I've got a place, if you like-' the voice said.

"No way." He muttered.

A sudden sharp pain made his vision go blurry and his eyes water. He hurried and dropped off his things back in the dorm where he ran into Will and Shilus. "Hey man, getting ready for dinner?" Shilus asked as he changed out of his robes for the day. He left the black pants and grey vest on that they were required to wear under their robes, though he pulled off the red and gold tie.

Fred nodded. "Yeah. I ended up bringing Louis's things up here since he wanted to get there before James ate everything. He acts as if the food doesn't reappear after so long."

Will was seated on his own bed, tightening his shoe laces. "You know, for such a skinny guy, he eats a ton."

He wasn't sure if he should tell them or not. "Well… Louis gets his appetite from his dad. He eats like a horse as well and never gains weight."

Shilus laughed. "My mum would love that. She's always complaining about not getting to eat much or she'll blow up."

Fred walked downstairs with his two classmates to dinner. It was crowded, but their seats were still open around Louis and James. What surprised Fred and the others was that Albus and Scorpius were sitting at the table as well. But that didn't stop the pain in his head. He wondered if this was a migraine instead of just a normal headache.

"The Slytherins are invading." Shilus whispered.

"Don't." Fred said in a low tone. "Besides, we've already invaded them this morning." He took a seat across from James and Albus and next to Scorpius. "Hey guys." He said.

James tried to speak, but his mouth was full. The strawberry blonde wasn't all that hungry, but grabbed some mashed potatoes and rolls just so he wouldn't be starving later. He wanted to make it a quick dinner so that he could go to bed as soon as possible.

'I'm tired of you ignoring me all the time!' The voice yelled in his head. The pain was terrible, like someone had just split open his head. He tried to keep his moan down, but when he felt his stomach jump, he did the same and popped out of seat and started to run before anyone had even noticed. He bolted up the stairs to where the boy's restroom was located on the second floor, next to the vacant girl's restroom.

He was able to hold it until he made it there, then he slammed open a door and threw up into the toilet. His head felt hot and his body was shaking. He threw up two more times before he staggered out to an empty wall and slid down it so he could sit. He put his pale face up to the cold stone wall to try and get some relief, but it was useless. He could feel his eyes rolling up into his head, but he forced them to stop. His vision was now blurry, but he wasn't about to pass out because of some voice.

"You… get out. You're… killing me." He muttered.

'Well, there's the problem, brat. I can't get out. Sorry to make you feel so bad, but it pisses me off when you won't listen to me. I told you I knew somewhere you guys could practice, but you wouldn't listen. Now I'm going to tell you and you will listen to me.' The voice said in a dark voice. 'Go to the seventh floor and find the empty wall. Walk past it three times thinking 'we need somewhere to practice where we won't get caught.' Then it will appear. It's not called the room of requirement for nothing.'

The pain was still there. Not sure if he was conscious or not, he just stayed there, leaning against the wall. Everything was blurry and dark. HE could see something big moving in front of him, but he couldn't do anything about it. In fact, he couldn't even move.

"Found him, Professor." A deep voice said, but he couldn't hear him.

"Very good. Lucky we came to this one. Now then-" Professor Longbottom asked. "What's wrong, Fred?" When he didn't answer, Longbottom spoke to the other boy. "Malcom, go fetch Madam Delina. I'll stay here with him."

"Right." The young man said.

"I'm glad our Head boy this year is so kind, eh, Fred? Lucky he found you."

"Professor! Is he okay?!" James said as he bent down to look closely at his cousin. Of course, Fred couldn't hear him. "Freddie? Can you open your eyes?"

"What's wrong with him?" A female voice asked.

Although he couldn't see, James tilted his head up and looked at Rose. "Hey… what are you doing in here, Rose? This is a boy's toilet."

"S-so! It's not much different from the girls." She said, a little embarrassed.

"Maybe, but rules are rules as Miss Vic would say. The only way to make up for this is for me to go into the girl's bathroom, it's the only way."

The man shook his head at Harry's son. He had no idea where this boy got his personality from, not from Harry, and not really from Ginny either. It may have just been the Weasley blood in general.

"Did you see how fast he ran? I didn't think he was very athletic but he was up and gone before almost anyone noticed." Louis commented.

A woman's voice appeared next. "What's the matter with him?"

"We don't know, that's why you're here, Madam Delina." James said with a smart tone.

She glared at him. "I wouldn't if I were you, boy. I'm the one who fixes all those injuries after Quidditch. Now then… ah, well, he's got a high fever. It seems he's passes out from that, probably due to a massive headache created from the fever. That boy you sent me said he ran out of the Great Hall, so that mean's he probably got sick." She sighed. "Very well, let's get him up to the hospital wing."

When Fred woke up, the sun was low in the sky. He had thought it was dark when he passed out, but maybe not? His body was sore, especially his stomach, so when he tried to sit up he had to stop, wait, then keep going. His head was still throbbing, but it felt like it was light and spinning now than being split in half like before. Laying on the bed next to him, was James. He was fast asleep. He couldn't think of a reason why James would be in the hospital wing.

He looked around. The light from the sun made him think it was morning. Had he slept all night? He couldn't even think about how he had gotten up here in the first place. Of course, he assumed someone had brought him up here.

"Freddie!" James called suddenly, making the Weasley jump and causing his stomach muscles to tighten and hurt even more. He looked over at James with tired eyes.

"What… are you doing in here?" He asked slowly. The way he spoke seemed to scare James, since his face held no joy whatsoever. He looked back up. "What am I doing in here?" He wondered as he tried to get out of bed.

James jumped off the bed he had been sleeping on and pushed him back down forcefully. "I'm not letting you get up when you sound like you don't have a brain, man. Just lay back down and rest."

"But-"

"No buts. I've got to go get the nurse now that you're awake. That was the deal so that I could sleep here."

Fred's head was still spinning. "But… why?" He couldn't seem to get his thoughts strait, and it was frustrating him. "I thought… I was getting sick, but it was the voice."

James stopped and looked over his shoulder. "What are you talking about?"

"The voice. He yelled and… it hurt so much." He mumbled out. "It felt like my head… was going to explode. He was mad because I was ignoring him."

James walked back over and bent over him. "What else do you remember?"

Fred closed one eye as he tried to recall. "We were eating… and… the voice yelled at me. It hurt, and I felt sick, so I started to run. I can't…remember much else other than the toilet. I think I got sick." He muttered.

James felt his head. "Your fever's gone at least." He bent down on his knees. "Is this voice the same one from last year? The one that we thought was a ghost up on the seventh floor?"

Fred nodded. "Yeah… But I hear him all the time now."

Fred glanced up at James. "I don't think… I'll tell anyone about that. You shouldn't either. They'll think I've lost my mind."

James agreed, and then went to go get the nurse. When she came back, she had a large bottle and a cup in her hands. "Finally woke up, have you? Hope you had plenty of sleep."

"What-"

James cut in. "You've been asleep since you passed out two days ago. Well… not two full days, I suppose. You slept through the night, you slept all day yesterday, and now it's Wednesday morning."

"Yes, yes. Now tell me, boy, how do you feel?"

Fred didn't want to stay in the hospital wing, that was for sure. "I feel much better, thanks. You do good work in here, ma'am."

"Why thank you, Mr. Weasley. Well, at the very least, I want you to take this once more and I'll let you leave with Mr. Potter." She said as she poured a small amount of dark liquid into the cup. He quickly drank it, made a sour face, and sighed. "If you really think you're okay, you may leave. But no classes today, understood."

"Yes ma'am. Thank you very much." He said as James stood next to him. The woman smiled and walked away.

"Man, you're such a smooth talker when you want something." James said with a smirk, of course it disappeared when Fred swayed a bit. "Hey now… I thought you said you were okay!" He said in an angry whisper as he grabbed Fred's arm.

Fred shrugged. "I will be, once I'm out of this place."

It took a while before they made it back to the Gryffindor common room where Fred sunk down onto the couch and just laid down. He didn't think he could handle anymore stairs right now. James, worried about his cousin, sat down on the floor next to Fred's head. "You sure you're feeling okay?"

He nodded and covered his eyes from the sunlight streaming in. "Yeah. I just need to rest."

James glanced up. "Sorry, to bust your bubble, but everyone's waking up." Fred simply groaned. He didn't want to mess around with telling people he was okay.

It was just his bad luck that it would be Louis's sister who was the first down. "I see Fred's out of the hospital, I hope you're feeling better." She said in a kind voice, one that Fred hadn't heard. He didn't reply, felling it would use up too much energy. She glared at him with her sharp blue eyes. "You don't have to be rude, Fred."

James glared up at her. He was about to say something when someone made a comment behind her. "Can't you see that he still feels bad? Leave him alone and let him rest." Louis said as he walked down the stairs with Shilus and Willis behind him.

"Don't act so rude, Louis." She huffed before turning around, her black robes billowing behind her. She screamed when a large spider appeared on her blonde head.

James put away his wand with a straight face. "Your sister sure can be mean." He said.

Louis walked over to Fred. "So is he any better? The way he just bolted made be a little worried. Even Molly and Dominique was asking about him."

"Yeah. He's fine, just really sore and tired."

"Why is he still tired? He slept all day yesterday?" Shilus asked.

James glared at him. "You don't recover well after being sick. Now go to class and leave Fred alone."

"Eh, you mean you're not going? Miss Head Girl Victoire will sure to be on your ass about that." Shilus replied with a smirk.

"I don't care. What if he gets sick again? Someone should stay with him until he's able to go back to classes. You guys go on, I'll see you later." He said calmly. With a few goodbyes from the three, they left. James simply sat on the floor, telling anyone who asked that the strawberry blonde was just tired and that he was fine.

When Rose climbed down, she looked at Fred from the back of the couch, glancing down at his now sleeping form. His arm had slipped off his face and his breathing was slow and steady. "He looks like a raccoon, doesn't he?" She asked as she pulled a stray side bang out of her face.

James straitened up and leaned over his cousin to see what the young girl was talking about. "I guess you're right. His eyes sure are dark, aren't they?"

It was true. Not only was he unusually pale from not feeling well, his eyes were so dark, it seemed as if someone had hit him and his eyes were bruised up. "He'll be okay, right? Once he rests up?" She asked.

James continued to look at his face. "Yeah… He'll be okay, Rose. Now go on, you should go eat before class." He said with a faint smile. Once everyone had left for class, he sighed and leaned his head on the couch. Voices… he had said. Even at Hogwarts and being a wizard… hearing voices was not much of a good sign. He could talk to snakes, but nobody else could, not even Albus, so he never brought it up to his parents or anyone else. He felt it was just too unusual, even if he was a wizard.

He thought back to the first time he had met Fred in school last year. He had been going for a night time stroll to the kitchens and was looking for the short cut. He remembered being happy about Fred becoming a Gryffindor the week before at the Sorting Ceremony, but hadn't really talked to him other than to congratulate him. It's not like he ever talked to him before, even at the family get-togethers.

He was sneaking about when he tripped over something. He had landed hard on the ground and hurt his wrist. He had to cast lumos to see what he had so foolishly tripped over only to find his first year cousin slouched against the wall, seated on the floor. He was shaking and sweating horribly, but otherwise looked fine. James had to drag him back to the dorm and since he couldn't remember where Fred's bed was, he just took him up to his. It had freaked him out, but when Fred woke up the next morning, he looked fine, and acted as if it hadn't happened.

Actually, his reaction had made James laugh because Fred had accused him of being a pervert and abducting him in the middle of the night. James never told him that he found him passed out, but now it made him want to tell him.

There was also the incident where Fred had told him to leave him alone, but apologized and said it was the ghost. James thought it was a little odd then, but now… it made him worry.

James leaned over and put his wrist on Fred's forehead. "No fever." He muttered. He could take care of sick people and could read a fever because he was the oldest out of three. He had watched over his little brother and sister when they got sick, unknown to his parents. He wanted to take care of everyone, even if he did like to pull pranks.

When he woke up, it was a little past lunch time. Someone had given him a pillow and Fred one as well. But Fred got a blanket where he didn't. He pushed himself off the floor and looked at Fred, who was still sleeping. James forced himself to stand up.

He needed food. He double checked to see how well Fred was sleeping when he decided to make a run to the kitchens to get something quick to eat. His father's house elf worked down there. He was very old, barely able to move about, but he was down there nonetheless and James made sure to visit every once in a while. He had a feeling the elf was going to die here in the next year or two.

When he entered the kitchens, a ton of small elves rushed at him.

"Master James has come to visit!"

"What would you like, Sir?"

"Are you going to eat here or in class?"

He was always pelted with these questions, but he liked the elves. They were mysterious because they had their own magical abilities. He'd only seen elf magic in action once and that was in his first year. He had decided to skip class for the first time and hide out in his dorm room when he walked in to see all the beds being straitened up, books being neatly placed back in the usual spot, and windows cleaned. It was then that he met Mika, a very young house elf. She had been wearing a blue t-shirt that was too big but tucked into her black shorts and she wore a ball cap. At first he thought it was a male until she spoke. He had startled her at first and she had disappeared. He had to hunt for her for a while until he found her in the kitchens a few months later.

He smiled at them all. "Just a few sandwiches are all. Oh, could you possibly make some soup for my cousin Fred? He's not feeling well."

Mika, who always was the first to rush up to him, nodded and disappeared. He took this time to go visit the older house elves that were basically retired. "Hello, Kreacher. Are you feeling well?" He asked, bending down to look at the old elf with the silver locket around his neck.

"Kreacher is old… Kreacher believes today will be his last day. He will finally be with his master and mistress at last." He muttered.

James didn't like that kind of talk, but he was old. "So you're going to die today? How will that work?"

Kreacher gave him a toothy smile. "Kreacher will make himself turn to dust so that Master James won't have to deal with Kreacher's old body. Since Kreacher won't be decapitated like his mother, this is the only way for Kreacher to die happily."

James felt a pang of sadness. He'd known the elf for four years, and even if he was a little creepy, he was still nice. "I see." Something was pushed into his hands. It was the silver locket. "What's this?"

"That was Master Regulus's. He took it from the Dark Lord… It was part of his downfall, but Master Harry Potter let Kreater keep it. Kreater will forever thank Master Harry Potter for his kindness, but Kreater also thanks Master James for his kindness as well. Kreacher would like Master James to keep it as a present from this old Kreacher before Kreacher dies."

"Thanks, Kreacher. When you see all those dead guys, tell them I said hi, will ya?" He said with a smirk as he placed the locket around his neck.

At that time, Mika came back, her bright blue eyes staring intently at him. "I've brought Master James his sandwiches and put the soup in a thermos for your cousin, Sir."

He took them. "Thank you, Mika."

She smiled and handed him a small bundle wrapped up in a thick napkin. "I've made a small treat for you as well, Master James." Mika was the only elf he knew that spoke properly. She referred to herself as I and myself instead of Mika.

He was about to look inside when Mika told him not to. "You've got to open them once you've finished your sandwiches."

"Yeah yeah. Mika, come with me for a moment, will you." He said as he started to walk out. Once the portrait was closed, he turned to her. "Will you write me a letter when Kreacher… dies. I'll have to tell my father."

She nodded. "Very well, Sir."

When he came back to the common room, Fred was still sleeping when he returned. He hated to wake him up, but he was going to make him eat.

"Hey Freddie…Fred!" Fred groaned a bit. James sighed and yelled, "Fredrick Weasley!" Fred quickly sat up, his darkened eyes wide for a moment… until they landed on James.

"What?" He growled out. He hated to wake up.

James handed him the thermos. "Here's some lunch for you- and don't give me any lip. You need to eat."

Fred, who seemed to be back to his normal self, just took it and poured some of it into the cup. "Thanks." He glanced over and noticed James was trying to eat his sandwiches at an inhuman pace. "You're going to choke." He commented.

James, at the moment, beat on his chest a bit before continuing. It didn't take long before he opened his surprise. "Awesome! I love these!" He cried out in joy as he popped one of the fried mushrooms in his mouth. "My mum won't make them since she says they're too greasy. I love that Mika."

Fred simply shook his head and sipped on his soup. His stomach was still sore, and his head was throbbing just a bit now, but he felt like his throat was swollen. It was a little hard to breathe.

'You know… You should mention the Room of Requirements now. I told you how to get there. The empty wall on the seventh floor… just walk past it three times, saying you need a place where you won't be found so you can practice. And also, you need to get help. You're not well.'

"Shut up. This is your entire fault that I ended up like an invalid. Just leave me alone."

'Awe, don't be sore at me, kid. I told ya, we can be friendly. I tried to introduce myself and you're just acting stubborn about it.'

"Shut up and die, you bastard." He hissed.

'Well… I hate to tell you this, but you've been talking aloud this entire time. You're friend must have thought you've lost it. And for good reason, too.' The voice said in a smug tone.

Fred felt his insides jolt and his eyes widen. He slowly turned to face James, who was sitting next to him, starring at him with the most horrified expression. His chocolate eyes were probably just as wide as Fred's and his mouth was just hanging open.

Fred's mouth went dry. He tried to swallow, but he just couldn't. Finally, he forced a small smirk. "I, uh… was just thinking to myself-"

"LIAR!" James yelled as he jumped up. "It's that voice again! You were arguing with it! That's why you got sick!" He stood in front of Fred and grabbed Fred's shirt. "We've got to do something if this is going to kill you!"

Fred had never been truly terrified in his life. Maybe once, when his cousins' came after him and dangled him off the top of his grandparents' house. But now… James looked so terrifying with his brown eyes narrowed and his teeth grinding together. He whispered in a threatening voice, "we have to tell someone-"

Fred pushed him away. "NO! That's all I need is for someone to do experiments on me." He stood up and walked to the other side of the room so that there was space between them. "You're the one who always says that telling is being traitorous… You're such a hypocrite, James Potter!" He yelled. He was scared. If James was so upset about it… an emotion he'd never seen on James before, how was he supposed to feel?

James took a small step towards him. "But if something's wrong… I don't want you to die. You need to tell someone. Please." He asked in such a pathetic voice, it made Fred's hands start to shake.

He was already out casted by most of his family… he didn't need any more of that awkwardness around him. He whipped out his wand and, without muttering a word, he put James into a full body bind. He quickly bolted out of the common room and looked around. For some reason, he kept thinking of the empty wall on the seventh floor.

His stomach was twisting with pain, but he continued to move. When he found it, he went ahead and unconsciously passed it back and forth, asking for somewhere to hide where James couldn't find him until he could calm down. He didn't feel right. He couldn't figure out why he was acting so out of character.

He froze when a good sized door appeared in front of him. A door that had never been there before suddenly appearing… was the voice right? Fred opened the door and slowly walked inside. It wasn't very big, just a couch and a lit fireplace. He walked over to the couch and just sat down on it and stared at the fire.

"I just cursed James… What's wrong with me?" He asked himself. His body was shaking and he couldn't stop. "Why?"

The voice returned, and he was not in the mood to listen to him. 'Just calm down. Now see, that James won't be able to find you. I told you and told you, but you wouldn't listen. I'm not a dark wizard, boy. I've seen enough death in my life to last you, me and the world a lifetime or two. You know, I had a map that me and my brother stole that would show you where every person was in the school and all the passageways, but this was the only room that a name wouldn't show up.'

"J-james has a map like that." He spoke aloud. He wasn't aware that he was talking to the voice that was making him go crazy. He was starting to notice that he couldn't breathe very well. "He calls it the Marauders Map."

'Are you serious?! But… we gave that map to Harry. How'd your cousin get his dirty hands on it?'

"He stole it from his dad."

For a moment the voice didn't speak up. Then, 'his old man's name wouldn't happen to be Harry Potter would it?'

It was strange to hear that coming from a voice. "Yeah, he is. How do you know that?"

The voice stopped speaking.

"Are you still there? Don't tell me you're going to leave me now when I'm talking to you."

'Who's that kid's mom?'

"Ginny Potter. She's my dad's little sister."

'And your name? What is it? You never told me.'

"Ah, it's Fred, or… Fredrick Weasley."

'Heh, how ironic… we have the exact same name. My name is Fred Weasley, too.'

Fred felt a little weird now. His head was throbbing again, and to be able to share a name with a voice… was he just losing his mind and really just talking to himself? Had he been this entire time? Or maybe-

"You wouldn't happen to have a twin brother named George, would you?" He asked slowly.

'Yeah! He's my younger twin!'

Fred couldn't believe this. "That means you're my uncle… I'm not losing my mind, maybe… You've been dead for nineteen years."

'I can't be.'

"You're not a ghost… I can't see you, yet you know who my family is when it comes to my aunts and uncles, but you are unaware of what happened after you died. My dad said you were killed in a bad experiment."

'No way! I was in the middle of the fight. I wonder if I can show you.'

That horrible feeling of his head spinning started up again. Flashes of pictures raced through his head. Blood, his father, running… lights flashing, people falling to the ground… dead, and seeing his uncle Percy before blacking out.

Sweat dripped from every pore in his body. He tried to stand up, but he stumbled back down onto the couch. He felt that he was going to be physically sick. A toilet suddenly appeared before him and he threw up in it. This room was truly amazing, but the things he had seen… when had all that happen? Was that the war that Reiner mentioned before? Why had they never been told of such horrible times?

'Did that make you sick again?'

"That was… violent… How could someone live through that?" Fred choked out. He was watched people die in his mind.

'You shouldn't cry. Apparently, this was well before your time. You will never have to live through what we had to. Afraid to be alive, most were.'

Fred wiped his eyes, shocked to find that tears had come over. He'd never cried in his life that he could remember, but those images, watching people just being killed left and right… it was horrifying, even to him.

'But at least now you know I'm going to intentionally hurt you. I couldn't mess with my nephew… especially if he was named after me. Kind of a downer to find out I'm dead, though. By the way, my young nephew… You've left that James boy injured back in the common room. You may want to go back and make sure he's not dead. I can feel something's seriously wrong with you. You're body… you can't breathe can you? Let's go get your fixed up before you die.'

Fred forced himself up again. "You're right."

'Another thing, nephew, now you can start your illegal animagus training. Nobody can reach you in here, even if they know you're in here.'

A/N: this was a pretty long chapter for me :) Of course, this chapter is sort of confusing, it's better explained in the next chapter, which is done as well. Bonus! Haha.