Chapter 13 – Dreams
The morning sunshine beamed brightly in through the small windows on the ward in St Mongos where patients were wakening up. George Weasley stirred in the make shift bed and stretched his long arms up above his head, and his long legs out in front of him, a yawn escaping his mouth. He glanced at the bed beside him where his twin brother Fred was still lying peacefully sleeping, the machine he was joined up too keep beeping in time with his heart.

The hospital had to use some muggle methods to help the badly injured casualties of the battle of Hogwarts, Fred Weasley being one of them. George hated the beeping sound with a passion and had begged the Healer's to take him off the machine on various occasions.

"We can't Mr Weasley, that machine is keeping your brother alive." he was told time and time again.

George sat upright on the chair and ran his hand through his messy ginger hair, letting another yawn escape. A Healer called Grace appeared.

"Morning Mr Weasley would you like some breakfast?" she asked George.

"Yes please." George answered.

A plate of toast, a jug of pumpkin juice, bowl of porridge along with some marmalade appeared on the black tray the lady was holding. George took it from her.

"Thank you. I'm starving." he spoke.

The healer left and let George tuck in. The healer went to Laura Jones, a fellow ex Hogwart's student to wake her up. George looked over as the brown haired girl began stirring, her blue eyes flickering open. Breakfast appeared on another tray on the table beside Laura's bed.

"Morning." George chirped once Grace left. Laura looked over at the red haired boy and couldn't help but smile.

"Good morning." she chirped back.

Laura's dream – Her pov
I was skipping through a beautiful park area and arrived by a lake. The sunshine was shining brightly reflecting off the lake. I stopped to let someone catch up on me. That person being none other than George Weasley. He took out his wand and conjured up a tartan picnic rug and a hamper full of delicious food. He took me by the hand and led me over to it, like a true gentleman. He then set out all the lovely food which included sandwiches filled with various fillings, cakes, buns and bottles of ice cold butterbeer. We tucked in while laughing and chatting.

George took out his wand again and this time wrote the words George Weasley

"Low Weasley even for your lot. Dating a filthy muggle and bringing more shame on the wizarding world." the man spat removing his hood.

I didn't recognise him. He had dirty brown hair pulled into a messy pony tail, stubble around his chin and the most evil glint in his eye.

"I'm...I'm not a muggle, I'm a witch." I stuttered.

"No you're not, you're just a worthless muggle and soon you'll be nothing." the man shouted with an evil cackle. "GET THEM!"

Then a group of about 4 hooded figures came and took hold of me and George.

"Leave him alone!" I cried. "He's done nothing wrong!"

"Stupify!" George shouted blasting one of them away.

As I was unarmed I elbowed one of them in the stomach remembering the self defence program I had watched on television once.

"Stupify!" I heard George shout again getting rid of the other one who was holding on to me.

I somehow managed to grab one of their wands.

"Stupify!" I shouted but nothing happened.

I tried again and again

"Stupify, stupify, stupify..." nope nothing.

"George it's not working." I cried.

I tried more spells but still nothing came out of my wand. George was on his own fighting them off and I was helpless. I was just a helpless muggle about to be killed. A huge white bright light appeared out of nowhere and the 5 death eaters ran off. George flopped down onto the grass while I stood frozen to the spot.

"I don't have magical powers anymore do I?" I questioned.

"Nope all muggle borns lost theirs and got their wands taken off them. I'm so sorry Laura." George answered fear evident in his voice.

He shuffled over and wrapped his arms around me.

"Why are you still with me then?" I questioned.

"Because I love you!" He answered then leaned in to kiss me

Then I woke up back in the hospital ward at St Mongos with my heart hammering in my chest, George Weasley still fast asleep on the make shift bed between me and Fred's beds. My dream was so perfect until the death eaters arrived. I wanted it to be real, minus the death eaters and without me losing my magical powers. Why did I have to wake up before I kissed him though?

I managed to get some sleep again before one of the healers woke me up for my breakfast where George was already awake and eating his own. I couldn't help but smile at him. He looked good with his ginger hair askew. I definitely fancied him now there was no doubt about it.
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