Chapter 7: Three Musketeers
September 9, 1999 – Twin's Flat
"What else can we do?" Hermione asked. George shrugged. They had the same conversation at least three times per day, trying to find ways to help Fred. Molly had given up hope not even two months ago, leaving Hermione and George as the last people with hope. Even the healers had given up hope.
"We can get him back to Hogwarts in nine months or so… The anniversary of The Battle. Everyone still alive is going to be there, it might jog Fred's memory with everyone back at school." George suggested. Hermione smiled and nodded.
"That's a good idea, we'll be doing that." Hermione said. George smiled and nodded. There was a pause between their talking. Hermione snuggled closer into George's side and sighed from the heat.
"Do you still love him?" George asked suddenly. Hermione looked up at George and nodded.
"I love him very much." Hermione whispered. "He's acting more and more like the old Fred and it hurts me, but it also makes me so happy knowing he could change his mind about us." Hermione said. "I love him so much, it hurts. It hurts knowing that he doesn't love me back." George shook his head.
"He loves you, I can see it." George said. He sighed. "It might not be the same type of love like he used to, but he loves you like a sister. He does still love you." George said. Hermione smiled sadly.
"I love him like I always had." Hermione whispered. George smiled.
"I know."
"George, can you tell me a memory?" Fred asked. He walked into the room and smiled at his only people who still believed in him regaining his memories. George smiled at Hermione and got up from the couch.
"Sure, Fred." George said.
"Can you tell me about Yule…" Fred continued talking to George as they walked further into the flat. Hermione smiled at her boys.
Her boys.
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