A/N- I got this chapter our rather soon, eh? ;D

This chapter is dedicated to sxcsami because they said they wished they could have gotten a "proper flashback" of the whole alcohol poisoning dealy-bop, so this one's for you, my dear.

Chapter 28- Déjà Vu

Just sitting around in the common room made me start to feel tired, even though I'm pretty sure I slept for litterally, at least sixteen hours. As I took in the scene around me, I realized that dispite the killer hangover, I had never been more content than I was right then. Fred was cracking jokes, making Ron and Harry laugh, and Ginny roll her eyes. The order of the world seemed finally to have been restored.

"Fred, are you alright?" Ginny asked suddenly. "My heart dropped.

"Whaddya mean?" Fred asked, confused. "I'm fine, why?" I breathed a sigh of reliefe.

"You're really pale. You even look a bit… blue," she said slowly. My heart dropped again when I realized she was right; Freds skin was so pale, it looked to be tinged blue. In fact, I think it really was blue. Fred furrowd his brow. "Are you sure you're alright?"

"Never better. Well aside from the hangover, and I'm a bit cold, but other than that, yeah, I'm briliant," Fred responded with a lopsided grin, shrugging. Ginny didn't look at all reassured, but left it alone. Ron and Harry didn't seem concerned in the slightest, but that was to be expected. I sighed, and tried not to dwell on the unusual coloring of my twins skin. If he said he was ok, I believed him. "Merlin, I'm exausted. I slept forever but I stil… still think I… could…" Fred didn't finish his sentence. His breathing became very shallow, and he was shaking.

"Fred…?" I placed mky hand on his shoulder. He pushed me away, leaned over the arm of the sofa, and became violently sick. Ron and Harry looked rather revolted, and Ginny turned away, eyes closed. "Fred?"

"Oh, Merlin, that was disgusting," Fred said thickly before vanishing the mess. "Not unexpected though, I s'pose. After all, I didn't throw up this… thius morning before… b-breakfast." He managed to compleate his sentence this time before vomitting again, this time directly in front of him. Ginny yelped, and jumped away, moving to a different spot in the room. Fred threw up again, clutching his stomach, and Ginny covered her ears.

Normally I would give him room, let him puke his guts out, then poin and laugh, but not now. This was different; he wasn't stopping. Retch after retch after retch, he was getting bluer, now, I'm sure from lack of oxygen from being unable to breathe. By this time, Ron and Harry had moved a respectable distance away, trying to steer clear of the sick. I, however, stayed with my twin. I moved to sit beside him, not caring if I was near the line of fire. I erubbed his back in soothing circles, not knowing what else to do. I'm not sure he even noticed I was there, and my panick was growing.

"Oh my God, whats wrong with Fred?" came Hermione's panick-stricken voice, high pitched with fear.

"I dunno!" I replied. "He just started puking and wont stop!" I told her fearfully.

"Oh no, his stomach lining is bleeding," she said, looking horrified.

"How the bloody hell can you tell?" I asked incredulously.

"There's blood in his vomit!" she yelled. She was quite right, each retch broght more blood with it. "How long has he been throwing up?"

"Couple minutes now," I told her, becoming more and more terrified by the second.

"All he's throwing up by now is blood and stomach acid…" Hermione muttered. "This isnt good,"

"Well what do we do?" I asked, terror quite evident in my voice.

"I don't know!" she said, exasperated. Then, as if on cue, Fred stopped puking, much to my relife. My reliefe was short-lived however, when Fred slumped to the side on the sofa and began twitching and shaking uncontrollably. "Oh God, hes having a siezure!" she exclaimed, eyes wide and hands over her mouth in shock.

"What the fuck is a siezure?" I yelled.

"This is a bloody siezure!" Hermione screamed back, and to my amazment, uttered an "excuse my French" after. Seconds later, he stopped siezing and lay motionless on the sofa, not breathing.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God…" I repeated over and over. Hermione vanished all the vomit, and I placed the back of my hand against Fred's cheek. He was freezing. "Well we can't just leave him like this, what do we do?"

"We need to take him to the hospital wing!" Hermione said. I pushed my arms under Fred's still body and lifted him bridal style. Hermione rushed ahead of me and opened the door. I managed to fit through the portrait hole with Fred, but I accidentally knocked his head on the way out, which would have been rather funny if he wasn't limp in my arms. I moved as quickly as I could carrying one hundred forty extra pounds. I followd Hermione until we reached the hospital wing. "Madame Pomfrey! Madame Pomfrey!" Hermione screamed none too quietly. Madame Pomfrey came bustling out of her office as I layed Fred on the nearest bed.

"What! What is it Miss Granger?" she asked, alarmed. Hermione pointed to Fred, unable to speak, tears pouring down her face. "Oh, sweet Merlin… What's happened this time?" she asked, exasperated.

"I don't know," my voice cracked when I spoke. "I noticed not too long ago that his skin looked blue, and he said he was fine, but then he started punking and he wouldn't stop, and there was blood in it. Hermione said his stomach lining was bleeding or something… He was puking for three minutes straight and when he stopped he had a… a… oh Merlin what's it called.. a-a siezure? Yeah, he had a siezure and then when that stopped h-he just p-p-passed out!" By this time I was sobbing. Tears were streaming down my cheeks and the strangled sound of sobs pushed themselves up and out of my throat.

"Calm down Mr. Weasley, calm down-" Pomfrey tried to calm me.

"I cant bloody well calm down, look at the state of him!" I sobbed.

"Tell me, Mr, Weasley, has he been drinking large amounts of alcolol lately?" she asked, ignoring my outburst.

"Last night," I managed to say. "W-we were at the Three Broomsticks yesterday a-and we were drinking… We were drink-drinking a lot, but not enough for something like this to happen!" When I finished speaking, I broke into a fresh bout of tears. I wiped them away, but it was pointless; more just kept coming.

"From the symptoms you described, it sounds like alcohol poisoning," she told me. My sobs began to die as I processed what she said. I blinked and shook my head, confused.

"No, no he can't have alcohol poisoning," I told the medi-witch. "He drank a fair bit last night, more than enough to get us completely hammered, but not enough to give him alcohol poisoning…"

"Are you sure?" she asked, looking skeptical. I nodded, but now I was unsure.

"Fred, you were really drunk last night. What if he drank more than you think and you just can't remember?" Hermione suggested quietly. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. Hermione was right… that could very well have happened. My mind flashed back to last year, and I knew Madame Pomfrey remembered as well. Waking up to find Fred unconcious… All the spells… Unsure of wether or not my twin would live or die… The time in the hospital wing, his pale skin, the inability to eat, the fear, the tears, the long nights and longer days… All if it rushed back to the front of my mind, each nerve-racking image coming quicker than the last. It was happening again. Who was I to say he didn't drink out the whole place before we left last night? More tears leaked from my eyes, but now they were angry tears. I was overcome with egrigeous rage. Alcohol poisoning again, for the second time.

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"How the bloody hell could he do this again? Isnt one near death experience enough? I would think he learned from last time, the stupid git! What the hell was going through his mind!" I nearly screamed.

"Calm yourself , your brother will be fine. We just need to let him be for now"

"What?" I stopped my foot-stomping rampage, and looked at the woman curiously. "But last time you had to preform spells, and he was here for a week!" I reminded her.

"Yes, because last time he was drinking heavily almost daily, and he did not vomit the night the poisoning came into effect. I had to use a stomach-pumping spell to rid his body of the alcohol, and a renneverate charm to bring him out of unconciousness because he had been knocked out for so long. This time however, he drank an obscene amount of alcohol in one night, which led to the poisoning, and when he did all that vomitting, he emptied his system, so there is no longer any alcohol in his body. He passes out because he couldn't breathe while he was vomitting." She explained.

"Why did he have a siezure then?" I asked.

"Extreme dehydration because of the vomitting," she replied.

"And why did he turn blue?"

"Hypothermia."

"I'm going to kill him…" I shok my head slowly.

"Good luck," Pomfrey chuckled. "If he's managed to live through alcohol poisoning twice, he must be invincable. Alcohol poisoning can be fatal… He's lucky. If you'd like, you can stay until he wakes up, so you can see how he's doing."

"Thanks, but I have some investigating to do," I said through clenched teeth. I had mixed feelings about staying. On one hand, I was relieved that he was ok, and I wanted to just sit next to his bed and cry some more, but on the other hand, I wanted to stay just so I could punch him in the face as soon as he woke up. I decided it would be more productive if I didn't stay at all, and instead went to talk to Ginny and see just how much alcohol my jackass of a brother drank last night.

"I stormed out the hospital wing with Hermione at my heels. Pomfrey called after me that Fred would be in there till Tuesday. When I burt=st into the common room, I looked for Ginny right away.

"You don't look so good, is Fred alright mate?" Harry asked. I had forgotton about my red-rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks. I ignored the question and went straight for Ginny.

"Gin, after the shots, did Fred drink anything else?" I asked.

"Yeah… After that, he told Rosmerta to just bring a whole bottle of firewhiskey, so she did. After you left, Oliver used a duplication charm to make more of them, and Fred drank two by himself before you even got to the passage," she told me. I smacked my forehead.

"That idiot…" I muttered. "To answer your question, Harry, yes he's alright NOW but He's got alcohol poisoning, and now I know why," I said. Harry raised his eyebrows.

"Wow…" Ron and Ginny muttered together.

"Yeah. The git's gonna get a beating when he wakes up…" I said, mostly to myself.

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Ten minutes later, I was back down at the hospital wing. Fred was awake, as Madame Pomfrey had promiswd, but he was still really pale. He was laying with his hands behind his head, staring at the celing. When he saw me beside his bed, he grinned.

"Hey there, brother," he greeted. I slapped him across the face. He looked shocked, and held a hand against his cheek.

"A verbal greeting would have sufficed, but if that's how the kids are doing it these days, then alright…" he said, attempting humor. I didn't laugh.

"You complete, idiotic, stupid, uncaring, self-harming, retarded JACKASS!" I yelled, my face red with anger. My fists were shaking at my sides. "Alcohol poisoning, again. What the fuck were you thinking, drinking two full bottles of firewhiskey after all those shots? It's like you were asking for some sort of fatal incident to happen!" I ranted.

"I was drunk out of my mind, I wasn't thinking anything!" he responded, a mix of anger and shock in his eyes.

"That's not an excuse, even hammered, youre smarter than that!" I said. "I was freaking the fuck out, I was sobbong, I had no idea what was going to happen. I thought you were gonna die," I said harshly. Fred just looked at me, not saying anything.

"I'm so sorry…" he said quietly.

"Yeah, you'd better be sorry," growled, "'cause when you're out of here on Tuesday, I have half a mind to beat you senseless, that is if you'v got any sense left. I'm strugging not to hit you right now." Fred just looked at me with those big hazel eyes of his, mentally begging me to forgive him. I sighed. I didn't have anything else to say.

A/N- So, there it is.

To sxcsami: Instead of a flashback, I gave you a flash…present… or whatever. XD and threw a flashback in the flashpresent! :D

So… I'm no medi-witch, obviously, so as a quick disclaimer, I don't know if everything I did in there was medically accurate. All I did was look up the symptoms, and the reasons they occur. XD