It was a few months later and the girls were now about 8 months old. We were going to visit my mom today. Clara was there as well. She was with Seamus. I felt like I haven't seen her awhile. She told us she was getting married.
When she told me that they were getting married I hugged her and Seamus. After we all ate dinner we headed home.
By the time we got home it was late and the girls were asleep. I took them upstairs and placed them in their cribs. I then got ready for bed.
I fell asleep not really thinking about anything from my past. However, I had dreams about it. Bad dreams. Nightmares. I wasn't the only one.
I awoke with a start. Startled by my dream. I knew it was a dream because I saw the rubble from the war, and all the people I know to be dead lying in the hall dead or running around before their end.
"Bad dream?" I turned to see George sitting up, looking pale and scared. He looked like he was about to burst into tears.
"Yes. What's wrong with you?"
"Same. More like a nightmare. What was yours about?" he asked shakily.
Did I really want to tell him? I guess I would have to. "I dreamt that I didn't save Fred that night. That I would have lost one of my best friends and see you very depressed."
~Hayley's Nightmare~
I ran through the castle looking for Fred. I knew the trouble that could possibly happen if he wasn't with George. Which he wasn't. I stopped when I looked at the top of the stairs to see Dolohov with his wand raised. I ran up the steps as fast as I could. Hoping to save the life that was about to be taken. It didn't matter who it was but I felt it was right. But it was too late. With a flash of green light the person at the receiving end of Dolohov's curse lay on the ground. Dead.
Dolohov turned around and raised his wand to me. But I was too quick and he was hit with a full body bind. As he toppled to the ground I saw who was now dead. I dropped to my knees and let the tears flow freely. It was Fred. My best friend was...gone.
I was now in the Great Hall where the injured were being healed and the dead being mourned. It had been awhile since I first saw my friend dead. As I walked closer to where the Weasley family stood I could see them all crying. George turned to face me. Tears rolling down his face.
I ran towards him and cried into his chest. He held me close and I could feel tears hit the top of my head.
Days later a funeral was held for all of those who died fighting in the war. George stayed locked in his old room the entire time. I felt like he was becoming distant towards me. I tried every day since the war to get him out of that room or even to eat something. But today he would come out. He had to. He had to be at that funeral. No matter what. I went up the stairs and knocked on his door.
"George you have to come out of there!" I only heard a muffled sob and "Leave me alone!"
I couldn't take this. I unlocked the door and found him sitting on the floor. His eyes were lifeless and his hair was dull. He had tear stains on his face. Over all he looked awful.
"I thought I said to leave me alone." I walked closer to him after shutting the door.
"You can't sit in here for the rest of your life, George. We all miss him. But don't push away the people that are trying to help you. You're a wreck." I sat beside him and turned his face towards mine. "Please don't do this to me."
"I'm not pushing any one away." He said sullenly.
"Yes you are! I haven't heard anything from you for days! You haven't said anything to anyone since the battle! You are pushing people away George! You haven't even eaten in three days! I know depression hurts but think about what Fred would say. He would tell you to pull yourself together and move on with life!"
He was silent for a while until he broke down crying again. I opened my arms and let him cry into my shoulder. After a few minutes I dragged him to his feet and made him get ready for the funeral.
The funeral was quite depressing. No one left dry eyed. George had fell to his knees seeing his brother. I dropped down beside him pulling him into a hug a crying myself.
~end of nightmare~
"It was awful." we were both crying now. "What was yours about?"
"It was similar; but- it-it wasn't Fred who died."
~George's nightmare~
Where was Hayley? Who was with the death eaters? So many questions ran through my head right now. The Lestrange's were dragging someone with them. It was Hayley! She looked so weak. There was blood dripping down her arm and on her jacket.
They stopped and threw her to the ground. She tried to push herself up but failed. I went to run to her and take her back inside the castle. I was stopped when Bellatrix screamed "DONT MOVE!" Fred and Ron pulled me back. She made to push herself up again.
I waited as Harry showed that he wasn't really dead. In all the confusion I was able to get to Hayley. I picked her up and brought her inside. Her eyes were closed and it looked like it hurt for her to breath.
The battle was finally over. Everyone crowded around Hayley. Her breathing was shallow.
"Hayley, are you alright?" I asked shakily.
"I...wish I...could say...I was..."
We were slowly losing her. The tears were flowing freely now.
"I love you, George." She said. I looked down at her.
"Please, don't leave me." It was too late. She was gone. Clara let out a sob and broke down crying. I placed her lifeless body on the cot and put my head in my hands.
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"Its ok mate. We are all going to miss her." Fred said through his own tears.
His words angered me for some reason. Probably because I knew I would never see her again. Probably because I wanted to marry her. I remembered the question I wanted to ask her earlier and dug into my pocket to and pulled out the little box that held the ring.
I opened the box and looked at the ring. Then down at Hayley. Why did she have to leave me like this? I closed the box and chucked it across the hall. I didn't hear it hit anything.
"I think you threw this?" How could it be her voice? She's in front of me eyes closed not breathing? I looked next to me. There stood Hayley holding the box. But she was different. She wasn't human. She really wasn't anything at all.
"Hayley? What's- what's going on?"
"I always feared death. I learned that people...become ghosts only if...they have unfinished business in the world of the living or they feared death. I'm one of those people. Now I believe this is yours." She handed me the box not even asking what it was. I fell to my knees and cried. I hope I'm crazy. This can't be happening.
She went down on her knees. "Listen I know you're upset about this. I didn't want this to happen. I was hoping no one we were close to would end like this. But don't live life being depressed over me. Please! I know it's going to be hard but you have to move on."
"It's not that easy Hayley! I love you. I could never love someone more than I love you." The tears were streaming down my face.
"I understand that. But you have to learn to love someone again at some point in your life."
I had nothing to say to her after that. Now it was the day of the funeral for the people that died in the battle. Hayley's mom was to be there for it.
I barely ate anything lately and I didn't want to leave for the funeral. However Fred forced me into going by dragging me in front of the mirror and telling me that she wouldn't want to see me like this and that I should pull myself together.
And now here I was looking at her lifeless body and watching through my own tears her mother cry as she looked at her daughter.
She looked up at me. "I remember you. Your George right?" Her voice was shaky.
I nodded my head. "Yes. I loved her so much. And now...now she's gone."
"She was such a lovely girl. We will all miss her. I know I will."
~End of Nightmare~
"Mine was a little freaky."
"It's true about people becoming ghosts you know." I said.
"Really? I never knew that." I nodded my head. We wiped our eyes and kept saying how glad we were that neither of our nightmares came true.
To Live. To Laugh. To Love.
A/N: I know it's been a reaaaaaaallllllllyyyyy loooooooonnnnnggg time! I feel terrible but here it is! thanks for reading and sorry fot the wait. again I am and never will be J.K. Rowling!