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Chapter 9: That One Weasley Boy

~ FRED ~

It was August 31st, and Fred Weasley had been pacing around his room, debating with himself. He had received the letter from Amy more than two weeks ago — 18 days exactly — but she had not come back yet. He wanted to go after her as he had that night everyone found out she was in the Order. She probably won't come back, Fred thought to himself. She'll probably just stay at Hogwarts since tomorrow's the first day of school. But his thoughts were interrupted by a loud POP! from right next to him.

"Hey, Fred."

"Hey, George."

His twin brother had just apparated in. George, ever since they had gotten Amy's letter, had been trying to cheer Fred up. George knew how Fred was, and he could tell when Fred needed a distraction. But this time was different. Fred didn't need to be distracted from Amy — he needed to talk about her.

"She'll come back, mate. You know she will."

"No, she won't. What's the point? We'll just be going to Hogwarts tomorrow anyway."

"But…"

"But I want to talk to her now."

Fred sighed a threw himself on his bed. He felt the weight of his brother sit down next to him. He felt tears begin to form in the corners of his eyes. "What do I do, George?"

"You like her, Fred. You like her bad...maybe even love her."

Fred jumped up off the bed.

"Exactly! How do I work with that? I've never felt this way towards someone before! Not even for Angelina when I took her to the Yule Ball last year! And Amy's two years younger than us, what if — what if she doesn't want me?"

George stood up, throwing himself in front of his brother. "Of course she wants you, Fred. Don't you notice the way she looks at you? It's the same way that Ginny looks at Harry — the same way Ron looks at Hermione. The way where they want to be with that person, but they think the other person won't like them back. That's how Amy looks at you. That's how she feels. She thinks you don't like her back.

"Prove her wrong, Fred. Show her that you like her."

"How? She's not even here. And if she doesn't come, the first time we'll see her tomorrow is in the Great Hall — and I'd rather not talk about my feelings for her in front of the entire student body."

"So, do you like her? Or do you love her? They're two completely different —"

"I love her. I love Amy Pond. No — more than that — I'm in love with Amy Pond."

"Congratulations, mate. Well done." George patted him on the shoulder.

"I haven't done anything yet, George. I still have to talk to her. But what do I say?"

George chuckled "Exactly what you told me."

There was a faint POP! in the distance and Fred was about to run out of the room when George stopped him.

"Do me one favor before you get your girl. Promise me you'll still spend some time with me once you're out and snogging Amy."

"I won't be snogging her, mate. But of course, we'll still spend time together."

George waved in a dismissing manner and Fred ran out the room and down the stairs. When he reached the first-floor landing, the first things he saw were two girls — both with fiery red hair — hugging.

"Amy, where the hell have you been? I've been worried sick about you! You didn't even send an owl about what was going on! And you don't even know how much Mum and Tonks have been worrying —"

"Ginny, I'm fine! There was just a...short setback. I would have sent an owl if I had time, but I just didn't." Ginny released Amy from the hug. "It's fine, Amy. But, believe it or not, I'm not the one you need to apologize to." Fred saw his sister jerk her head in his direction.

"Fred!"

The next thing he knew, he had just been tackled to the ground by an excited Amy. They laughed and hugged while lying on the floor together. Amy leaned up and her face was now directly above Fred — her lips only about an inch from his. He had to resist the urge to kiss her in front of Ginny, and that was helped by the fact that Ginny had just coughed in an interrupting tone.

Amy stood up and helped Fred stand. "Amy what happened? Is everything alright?"

"Everything's fine, Fred."

But he knew she was lying. He could see the healing claw marks on her face that she was trying to hide with her hair — his worst thought came to mind — but he didn't want to say anything about it in front of anyone, especially his younger sister.

"Amy, can we talk," Fred said. "Alone," he added, after seeing his sister. Ginny purses her lips and walked into the family room to join Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "What do you want to talk about, Fred?" He took her hand and apparated into her room. Amy smiled and asked him again what he wanted to talk about, but when seeing the serious look on his face, the smile faded. He led her over to Amy's bed and they sat down on it. He looked straight into Amy's hazel eyes.

"I want to talk about us, Amy."

"You want to talk about 'us?' What does that mean?"

Fred paused for a moment before responding. "I'm not...sure...exactly. I mean there is no us, but that's what I want to possibly change."

"What would you be possibly changing?"

"Us."

"Us?"

"Us."

"I still don't get it."

"You know, Amy, you can be a bit thick sometimes. 'Us,' Amy. I want to talk about 'us.' Whatever it is we have between us."

Amy sighed. "You mean, like, our friendship? You want to change our friendship —"

"Into something better."

Amy stood up and walked over to the window. Fred followed her. "Fred I don't —"

"Amy." He took her hands in his and stared into her eyes. She stared back.

"Trust me."

He leaned in and kissed her.

Amy leaned into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck; he wrapped his around waist. It wasn't a deep kiss — it was sweet. Fred pulled away and stared back at Amy for a few seconds before she pulled him in for another kiss.

Amy pulled away this time and smiled up at Fred. "Does that mean you feel the same, Amy?" He gave her his signature smirk. She giggled, punched him playfully in the arm and said, "Shut up, Fred."

They spent a few minutes up in Amy's room talking, and Fred wanted to ask where she got the claw marks on her face from. She'll just push the idea away, he thought. She won't want to talk about it. But he ignored his own thoughts and pried anyway.

"Amy, what happened to you?"

"What do you mean, Fred? I'm fine."

"No, you're not." He pushed the hair out of her face to reveal the claw marks. "What happened? What or who did this to you? Please tell me. Does this have something to do with the reason you only came back today?"

"Yes. Remus and I only got back to Grimmauld Place today because of these claw marks. The first night we were there, I was sleeping in the Gryffindor Common Room and Remus was at the Shrieking Shack because it was a full moon. But I wanted to explore the castle and the school grounds more. I wanted to see the Quidditch Pitch, the Library, the Forbidden Forest —"

"The Forbidden Forest?! Why would you want to see that?!"

"It just sounded amazing — now let me tell my story.

"So I left the Common Room and headed down the stairs. I figured I'd check the Quidditch Pitch first. When I found the Pitch, I must have kind of, sort of, broken into the Gryffindor Locker Rooms and taken one of the brooms out of the closet. But that doesn't matter. So I took the broom and flew around the Pitch for about an hour and a half when suddenly I heard something coming from the forest. I stayed on the broom, used Lumos to light up my wand, and flew into the forest.

"It sounded like a howl, so I thought maybe Remus got loose, and he did. There he was — in full wolf form — in the middle of the forest clearing. At first, I didn't know what to do, I was just hovering there on the broom when I had an idea. I said 'Wingardium Leviosa' and picked Remus off the ground. We almost made it to the Whomping Willow when he started swinging at me," she pointed at the scars, "I think you can guess the rest."

"Lupin swung at you? Does that mean…? No, it can't. Does that mean that you're a..." Fred sighed, "a werewolf?"

Amy shook her head 'yes,' and tears began to form in her eyes. Fred pulled her into his arms and she cried into his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Amy. I'm so sorry."

After many minutes of recuperating, Amy was strong enough to apparate downstairs with Fred for dinner; their final diner at Grimmauld Place before Hogwarts. At the dinner table, the teenagers were speaking about Hogwarts and the Hogwarts Express seating arrangements. Molly had suddenly noticed the pin on Hermione's chest.

"A prefect? Oh congratulations, Hermione!"

"Didn't you know, Mrs. Weasley? Ron and I are the Gryffindor prefects this year!"

"Ron! Why didn't you tell me! I'm so happy for you — that's everyone in the family so far!"

"What are Fred and I?" said George from across the table, "Next door neighbors?"

"She means everyone that matters, George." Ginny laughed from the other side of the table.

Fred leaned back in his chair and looked around the table at his family and friends. Hogwarts was there and waiting for him, he thought. What a wonderful school year this is going to be.\


A/N Sorry for the short chapter and the long wait! Quick thank you to JosephcatZHPtimelord101 for the review!