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Chapter 4 – I will sing to you every day, if it will take away the pain, oh and I've heard you got it, got it so bad, cause I am the best you'll ever have, baby you were my picket fence

Being with Imani is as easy as breathing. Freddie remembers Vic once saying to him that if you wanted to make a girl fall in love with you, you have to make her laugh – but each time Freddie hears her laugh, and unfortunately it's rare, he feels like he's the one falling in love. She wears baggy clothes that hide her slim figure and keeps the sleeves rolled down and they fall past her wrists, her hair is always long and curly with the ends dyed a bright colour, her eyes are always so bright but so pained.

She's beautiful. Without makeup or clothes that flatter her figure, she's beautiful. Freddie likes to see her smile, when they're sat in the cafeteria or in one of their rooms she shares smiles with him, small and tentative at first but the more they talk and the more he likes seeing the way her curly hair falls across her face when she looks down at her lap the more she shares smiles, brighter and with a flash of teeth, until she grins, and she laughs and tears are rolling from her eyes at two in the morning when they share secret laughs.

He doesn't do anything more though, he knows how he is with relationships, he cheats when he's in too deep and as many of his friends and cousins have said he is a heartbreaker. But there's something about Imani that makes him sure he'd never do something like that to hurt her. Her smile makes him feel as if he has no problems in the world, she was the colour yellow, she was the smell of newly cut grass, she was the smile that could make everything better, she was the sun resting on your face on a cold day, she was the nostalgia that came from rediscovering your favourite childhood toy and she'd throw everything away, just to see you smile. To see her smile.

But sometimes that warmth vanished, if his knee happened to touch hers in the middle of a long talk she'd flinch away and make sure not an inch of their body was touching. If Freddie's hand happened to brush hers her eyes would grow so wide he was always fearful she'd seen a ghost, she'd wrap her arms around herself and retreat into the baggy clothes she wore, she'd hide behind her thick hair and Freddie wouldn't see her smile.

One night, he decides to ask about why she was admitted.

They're sat in Freddie's room and the suns just beginning to rise. She's sat on the poor excuse for a window ledge, her knees pulled to her chest and she's resting her chin on them. She gazes out at the window, at the light sky dappled with rain clouds, her bright eyes distant. Freddie's never seen someone so beautiful. He's sat on the bed, his long legs stretched out in front of him and he's watching her.

"Imani," He begins and she glances over at him, "Why are you here?"

She tilts her head at him, "You asked me to come here?" she says in a confused tone.

"No, not in my room," Freddie smiles and moves so he's leant against the wall next to the window ledge where she's sat, "Here, St Mungo's."

She tense but he expects it.

"Um," Imani stutters and looks away, "It's not important…"

"Bullshit." Freddie says flatly.

"Drop it."

"Please," Maybe there's something in his voice that makes Imani look at him, "You know why I'm here, so please tell me?"

She takes a deep breath and tells him everything. Freddie lets her speak and for a long time that's all she does, she speaks in soft voice that remains remarkably even. She talks for a full hour nearly, she tells him about her parents and her twin sister and her older sister, she tells him about her life in Japan, how her parents were murdered and she had to leave her home and live on the streets because her twin sister had vanished as had her older sister, abandoning Imani.

She tells him about the man she had met on the streets who had offered her a bed and food and a place to stay, but with a catch, a catch that she had to let these friends of this man do what they wanted with her. She tells him how she was young, naïve and didn't quite know what he had meant, so she had agreed. And so she had been raped.

She tells him no details and Freddie doesn't blame her, she tells him how she was there for over a year before she was mercifully able to escape, family friends helped her and sent her to England, where her older sister was. She tells him how she foolish to think that her sister would help, but all she did was send her to St Mungo's where she had been for two years now. Her sister had gone back to Japan.

Freddie stares at her for a moment when she finishes, she's still sat on the window but she's crying now. Freddie isn't sure what to say so he doesn't say anything, he moves over to her, slowly so she isn't scared, and hugs her tightly, she tense at first and quite badly at that but relaxes in his arms quickly. She buries her face in his shoulder and he can feel her breath on his neck, he can feel the ridge of her shoulder blade and the curve of her waist through her baggy clothes, she shakes as she cries but she feels warm.

Freddie is reminded of the times when he was younger when he comforted his little sister after a nightmare but the feelings he has towards Imani are anything but brotherly. As her cries still he kisses her forehead. She raises her head and her gaze meets his, blue eyes meet blue eyes and he's aware he's still holding her but makes no show to move.

"Why?" She asks simply.

"Because I think I'm hopelessly in love with you," Freddie admits, "And don't quote me on this but I'm pretty sure the comforting thing is what you're supposed to do in situations like this."

She smiles faintly, tears are tracking her cheeks. Freddie raises a hand and smooths his thumb across her cheek, it's the closest he's been to her without her flinching. Suddenly she presses her lips to his, he's surprised but kisses her back, her fingers tangle in his hair as his tongue moves over hers, his teeth tug on her lower lip. He kisses her until he forgets everything…and until they both need some air.

Freddie brushes his lips across hers one more time, he kisses her sweetly before pulling back and looking her in the eyes, a slight flush crosses her cheeks but she smiles, a true Imani smile. She doesn't say it back but he doesn't need her to, he knows.

If someone had told Freddie before he had gone to St Mungo's that he'd end up in a relationship with a beautiful girl with a beautiful heart who had been hurt in the worst ways possible he would have said he'd have told that person that they were the one who needed to stay in St Mungo's not him. And yet there he was, somehow inexplicably in a relationship with Imani whilst both patients at a psych ward.

Things go slowly but his time with Imani helps speed up the time Freddie has to spend in St Mungo's, her flinches become less and even at times she's the one who reaches for his hand and laces her fingers through his, at times she's the one who moves closer to him, curling into his side during one of their late night talks. He sees her change, grow, she isn't magically fixed (because unfortunately even in a world of magic that's not possible) her clothes aren't as baggy and don't swamp her figure, her smiles appear more often and laughter bubbles from her lips more.

Freddie sees her come out of the shell she'd forced herself into.

Weeks later, in-between endless meetings with Healers Freddie finally finds himself with a free few hours, to be expected he chooses to spend it with Imani. They sit in her room, with the plain four white walls Freddie too has to suffer with and the rather uncomfortable bed. They lay on the bed together, Freddie taking up much of the space due to his height but Imani curls into his side quite easily, her head is on his shoulder, her hair fanning out across the pillow, she drapes her arm over his toned stomach, their legs tangled together.

Imani trails her fingers up and down his bare arm, across the scars that are marring his once smooth skin. Freddie glances down at his arm, he's gotten out of the habit of always wearing long sleeves, and his scars have begun to fade slightly which in a way saddens him, he misses making the scars and the sting of razor against his skin and the flow of blood down his forearms… He takes in a deep breath and tries to not think about that because he might freak out when he realises he can't cut.

"Are you okay?"

Freddie blinks and stares at Imani, her fingers are on his face, touching the slight frown marring his brow.

"Sorry, spaced out there," Freddie apologises, "You know ADHD."

Imani nods slightly but doesn't say anything. Freddie turns onto his side so that he's facing her, in the small space they're nose to nose and he can feel her breath against his face. He presses his lips to hers, he cups her hip in his palm and moves his palm down her jean clad leg, her slender fingers are playing with the hem of his shirt and slide under the fabric and brush across his skin there, across some of the scars there.

He feels a stab of panic and almost breaks the kiss, she knows of his cutting and knows of the scars but hasn't seen his bare torso and the scars decorating much of his skin there, no one has.

"Relax," He doesn't understand why she is the one soothing him in this situation of all things but she is, "I'm not going to attack you."

Freddie chuckles slightly and feels himself relaxing, his lips move across hers once again, the kiss becomes more heated and his fingers are tangled in her soft, curly hair, her hands are cupping his face and tracing the line of his jaw. He worries that this is too much for her even though he is the one who has already panicked but she doesn't slow, the intensity of the kiss increases until Freddie feels his heart pounding against his chest and the heat of her skin and her pulse through her neck as he kisses her there.

She straddles him before he can blink but he doesn't complain, she presses her lips down on his, hard and he pushes himself up so that their chests are flush against one another's, the heat of her skin nearly burns him but he doesn't care. He's always played with fire. He slides his hands under her shirt and rests them on the small of her back, he grips her to him and holds her to his chest, his lips skilfully moving across her neck, kissing just under her jaw where she seems to be quite receptive to his ministrations.

Freddie hooks his fingers around the hem of her shirt, he lifts his head and looks into her eyes, the blue being very bright, "Are you sure?" he breathes, he wants to make sure she doesn't regret this.

Her fingers are on his neck, he feels like her touch is sending jolts of electricity through him, it makes him feel alive. She nods, her chest rising and falling with her uneven breaths.

"I want to know what sex is supposed to be like," Imani says, she kisses his jaw, "And I trust you to show me. I trust you. I love you."

It's the first time she's said it. He kisses her with a passion not even he can explain, they pull off each other's clothes in quick but uneasy movements, their desperation to keep their lips glued together makes pulling shirts over heads a difficult job, her skin is soft and smooth under his hands, but there's a scar on her shoulder, and one across her ribs, they mark her perfect skin with her horrible past.

Her black curls with purple ends are falling delicately over her naked shoulders as she kisses the corner of his mouth. More of their clothes fall to the ground. Freddie kisses her, he deepens the kiss by slipping his tongue past hers, his hands explore her body, he finds new scars but they don't ruin the perfection that Imani is to him. Her nails bite into the skin of his bare shoulders, her fingertips graze the scars decorating much of his torso, her hands caress his dark russet skin and her lips travel across his chest.

Imani's hair has fallen across her face, her blue eyes have darkened, her lips are pink and parted and her breath is warm against his skin. Freddie takes in a deep breath, he snakes his hand around her neck and pulls her face to his, he kisses her again as their last articles of clothing fall to the ground, he takes a hold of her hips and flips them so that her back is against the bed and he is lay over her, a small laugh bubbles through her lips, a beautiful sound in the dark room.

Freddie kisses the length of her neck and she arches her back against him, her soft warm chest pressing against his, he trails his hand down the side of her body, she hooks her leg around his hip and he feels like he's going to lose control as they fall into their own strange rhythm – a perfect way to describe their perfectly imperfect relationship.

He buries his face in the crook of her neck and she knots her fingers tightly through his thick hair. Freddie feels nothing but complete pleasure rock through his body with the most beautiful loss of control, hips bucking against one another, the clench of jaws, the intake of breath, convulsing muscles… Imani breathes against his ear her fingers playing with the ends of his too long hair.

Freddie props himself up on his elbows and looks down at her, her cheeks are flushed and her breathing laboured but she has never looked more beautiful. He kisses her forehead and catches a bead of sweat running down the smooth skin there, he feels warm and in need of a shower but he doesn't want to move. His kisses her, softly and sweetly.

"I love you," Freddie murmurs into her lips, "So much."

"I love you," Imani responds in that sweet, soft voice of her, so kind and warm, so true and gentle, "And thank you."

Freddie smiles, "Would it be inappropriate for me to say the same thing?"

She laughs and he finds it hard to remember the girl in baggy shirts who hid into the fabric of her clothes and flinched when his hand brushed against hers, the girl lay naked beneath him seems like a different person entirely. But he remembers that day in the cafeteria and how she had surprised him with her soft and teasing tone, she hid in a shell Freddie helped her out of. Not broke her out of because she was perfectly capable of saving herself from the dark, she just needed a little help.

Freddie kisses her yet again and he most definitely doesn't tell himself that it'll be a onetime thing.

Teddy isn't really sure what to think when George asks him if he wants to go see Freddie with them at St Mungo's, Obviously his first instinct is that he wants to go, without a doubt, to see for himself that Freddie is possibly getting better but he's wary at the same time, in case he isn't getting better and he's just as bad as he was when Teddy found him cutting himself.

Vic is the one who eventually convinces him to go with George, Angelina and Rox and even offers to go along with them, Teddy's more that grateful that his girlfriend is going to be there, he really needs her support right now. Though her condition for going to St Mungo's with him was for them to officially tell Bill they were dating – Teddy didn't really fancy being murdered by the Weasley.

Teddy manages to get a break off from work and heads to St Mungo's, the walls are as white as ever and all the Healers are dressed in brightly coloured robes and have kind smiles but look like they sprout out medical definitions every few seconds. It's stressing him out, the bright robes and white walls – if there was some turquoise he'd be happy. Vic smiles brightly at him as he Disapparates in, her long blonde hair is held back in a braid and her baby blue eyes are very bright, she's stood with Rox who seems to have suddenly inherited the tall Weasley gene like her brother and grown a few feet in a matter of months.

"Hi," Victoire kisses him on the cheek in welcome having to stand on her tiptoes to reach of course, "You okay?"

Teddy forces a tight smile and nods, he wraps his arm around her waist, "I'm good," he glances over at Roxanne, "You okay Rox?"

"Anxious to see him," She's rocking back and forth on her heels, "Like really anxious."

"Where are your parents?" Teddy questions.

"Talking to one of the Healer's," Rox replies, "Healer Archer, the one who admitted him remember?"

"Probably deciding whether we can actually visit him." Teddy theorises. Ever a Ravenclaw, he thinks mentally.

Vic nods in agreement. They wait a few moments, growing more anxious with each passing moment before George and Ange finally make a reappearance, the kind faced Healer Teddy remembers seeing when Freddie was first admitted following them.

"We can go see him now," George informs them, "He doesn't know we're here."

"That'll go well." Teddy murmurs under his breath sarcastically.

"You've spent too much time around my brother if you're this sarcastic." Roxanne responds before swiftly following after her parents.

They head further into the psych ward of St Mungo's, the walls get whiter and less talking portraits are decorating the walls and Teddy can just imagine how much Freddie hates how plain the corridors are. They see an odd few people around the corridors, teenagers with tattoos and too skinny to be healthy, with long sleeves like Freddie and bags under their eyes from lack of sleep.

"He's in the cafeteria," Healer Archer informs the group, "With a few friends."

Rox and Vic exchange a glance at this and Teddy can't blame them for being surprised, he wouldn't have expected Freddie to make friends in the psych ward, he wouldn't have expected anyone to make friends in the psych ward. The Healer turns into a doorway of a room where there seems to be a fair amount of noise coming from, the small group follow her, George and Angelina in the lead.

Teddy adds just a little length to his already fairly long legs so that he can see into the room, it's a fairly plain room with several tables around the place and more Healers than patients milling around the room. It takes him a moment to spot Freddie but he stands out with his dark skin and dark hair, Teddy is surprised beyond belief however because he's smiling. He hasn't seen Freddie smile in years.

But it's not just a smile, it's a grin, it's a laugh, it's a bright light in his eyes, it's a face free from the dark circles of tiredness or the frown of anger, it's the face of a teenager with friends. Teddy glances over at Vic who is grinning widely. He looks back to his oldest friend, Freddie is sat with a few people, a boy with shaggy blonde hair and the body mass of a new-born from the looks of it, a huge bulking teenager with a shaved head and so many tattoos that Teddy was actually a little jealous even though he likes his tattoo of the lunar cycle on his back, there was a girl sat with him as well.

She was very pretty, Teddy couldn't deny that, her hair was long and fell into curls to her waist with the ends dyed a dark purple (a colour Teddy's hair turned to without thinking about it) her skin was a pale ivory shade with piercing blue eyes, she was laughing as well but Teddy couldn't help but notice how she was sat with Freddie, his arm looped around her waist, her hand on his knee.

"Oh I so want to meet Freddie's girlfriend." Rox was grinning an almost feral grin before she headed into the room.

Freddie has to admit that it wasn't perhaps the best thing to laugh about, but Eric's story on how his Mum found him with nearly two pounds of crack over his face and tried to pass it off as sherbet was beyond amusing, he would love to sit in the cafeteria all day with friends but he had a meeting with one of the Healers he had to go to soon. He spares a glance to the door in a way expecting his Healer to be standing there telling him he was late again but there was no Healer.

A grin stretches across his face when he spots his baby sister - who appears to have grown quite a bit since he had been admitted – walking across the room towards him. He stands and moves towards Rox and pulls her into a bone crushing hug, he lifts her off her feet as she hugs him back just as tightly burying her face in his shoulder as she always does.

"I've missed you Freddie." She murmurs into his ear.

"Missed you too Roxie." Freddie is grinning from ear to ear, he's really missed his sister.

She pulls back from him and he ruffles her hair, a smirk on his face, "Since when did you get so tall?"

"Why? Scared I'm gonna beat you ass at being the tallest Weasley?" She playfully nudges him.

Freddie laughs, "Definitely not."

He's only just about gotten over his surprise at seeing his sister in the psych ward before he sees the rest of the group in the doorway, Vic rushes forward and hugs him tightly her blonde braid whipping him in the face but Freddie doesn't mind. His Mother hugs him just as tightly as does his Father and then Teddy's stood there, and Freddie can't help but smirk when he sees the purple tint to his usually bright blue hair.

"You all right Freddie?" Teddy asks him, he glances at the scars on his arms that are on show for once, marring the brown skin in white lines from his wrists and vanishing under the sleeves of his shirt.

"Yeah," Freddie nods and smiles, "I'm good, now are you going to hug me or do I need to rugby tackle you?"

Teddy laughs at that and visibly relaxes before pulling Freddie into a tight hug, "I've missed you Freddie."

"Well, I am just that loveable." Freddie responds to which Teddy just laughs.

A/N So another chapter is here! Quite a bit of Imani and Freddie fluff because who can resist fluff? So Freddie seems to be getting better...how long will it last though? Please review! Next chapter should be up soon!