We start our story during Goblet of Fire and make the most of Harry's obliviousness so that we can mostly follow canon (I love Fred too much to follow it exactly).

Welcome to 'Promise Me', a Fremione tale, and please leave a review to say hi if you can.

Love, Wishin' Girl x x

p.s. - If you recognise parts of the speech and actions from the Harry Potter Universe, that's where they're quoted from. I do not own the Harry Potter world, I just enjoy playing in it.

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Chaos surrounded them, screams and shouts filled the air but his father's voice cut through to reach his ringing ears.

"Fred, George. Ginny is your responsibility."

The panic that had been gripping him immediately became buried under a protectiveness which roared inside his chest as he grabbed his little sister's hand and ran with his twin towards the nearby forest. The trees would provide some cover at least.

The sights around him seemed horrific, he had been too young to really remember the last war and despite being friends with Harry Potter he wasn't close to him like his younger brother so hadn't been involved in any of the life threatening events that Harry, Ron and Hermione had found themselves in over the past three years. Fire spread across the scorched earth around their feet and a nearby tent exploded as it became engulfed by the flames, sending out a shockwave of magic as the extension enchantment broke and the tent's contents added extra fuel for the fire. Others were running all around them too, cloaks of Irish green and Bulgarian Scarlet as fans of all ages ran for the same cover Fred was focussed on getting his sister and twin brother to.

They reached the treeline and ducked into the relative safety, burrowing through the undergrowth until he felt safe enough to chance a glance behind him and the sight made him vomit into the ferns at his feet immediately.

"Fred, Fred mate come on, we need to go deeper in." George's voice was soothing but tight with worry, fear and his own revulsion at the sight.

"Come on Freddie" his little sister's voice brought his reeling mind back into focus and he turned back towards the forest and ran with them each holding onto one of his hands as he threw his head from side to side desperately searching to find a head of bushy brown hair to no avail.

The trees and foliage faded in his sight as the image he had just seen burned in his memory harder and brighter the more he fought to push it away.

The death eaters, or at least he assumed that's who was wearing those dark robes with haughty postures and masks covering their faces, had been parading through the destruction that had been their camp site, levitating the muggle couple who lived nearby for all to see as they went. Fred had turned to look just as they flipped the terrified woman upside down making her nightdress fall to reveal her underwear and naked torso. She had screamed and cried in terror and he had watched her trying to cover herself back up as they exposed her without her consent. He had felt the acidic taste of bile build up in his throat up at the look on her face, no one should ever have to go through the emotions he saw flashing across her eyes. Muggle or magical it didn't matter, everyone deserved respect in Fred's opinion.

Fred may have messed around a lot, he was a well known prankster both at home and school, but he was still smart especially when it came to the real world and he had realised the implications of the actions he was witnessing and mapped out possible future events in a split second. This is what made him throw up. He had realised that if these people were able to do this to muggles so brazenly in the middle of the largest sporting event in their world, then it wouldn't be long until muggleborns were treated similarly.

He had to find Hermione. He had to know that she was okay.

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Following the terrible events of the world cup Fred started to have nightmares of Hermione being treated in the same way as Mrs Roberts had been, even though he knew that Hermione was a formidable witch who could fight for herself. As the tall redhead's breathing gradually slowed after waking from another such dream he reminded himself that Hermione was probably the strongest and most powerful witch he knew, it was a close call between her, his mother and his younger sister for he knew that any of the three could easily outwit, out duel and out maneuver any wizards of their age, but that didn't prevent him from worrying about the bushy haired witch who always made him laugh and whose eyes held the tiniest twinkle of amusement and respect for his pranks even when she was telling him off.

He had been crushing on his younger brother's best friend ever since she walked into the great hall ready to be sorted three years earlier. He had watched her freckled button nose raise in an outward expression of confidence as she told a fellow first year about the enchanted ceiling. His heart leapt into his throat as she walked up to the sorting hat, her posture and small smile a vision of self assuredness that almost hid the tension in her eyes as she prepared to be sorted, and he didn't know why but he sighed in relief when she was placed in Gryffindor alongside him before cheering raucously and welcoming her to their table.

He had watched as she grew up alongside his younger brother, he played pranks to get her attention and a thrill shot through him every time she gave him her disapproving stare. That thrill however was nothing compared to the one that rocked through his core like an earthquake whenever he saw that mischievous glint in her eye when she told him off about a prank that she had secretly admired or enjoyed, especially if it was a prank directed at the Malfoy boy in her year. Fred had been sure that Malfoy's father was a death eater from the time he had first set eyes on the blonde aristocratic man, and from the way Draco often used the term mudblood to refer to Hermione he was sure that the younger Malfoy had been brought up with the same vile beliefs as those people, if you could even call them people, who had levitated Mr and Mrs Roberts at the world cup.

It was currently six in the morning on the first of September and Fred was eager to get back to school to set off their first prank of the year against Malfoy and his cronies, he had tried to convince George to pull one against Cedric Diggory too but his twin had fallen off his bed laughing when he had suggested this and spent the rest of the summer secretly teasing him whenever Hermione was nearby.

George had seen right through Fred's made up reasoning of pranking the Hufflepuff 'to share the laughter between all the houses' and immediately cracked up at the memory of the glares his twin had sent at the very attractive, smooth talking and charming older boy who had travelled to the world cup with their family, Harry and Hermione. Neither of the twins had missed the pointed glances Hermione and Ginny had shared at the sight of the 'strapping young man', as their father had called him, and George hadn't missed the clear signs of jealousy creeping across his twin brother's face as the girl he fancied chatted away with the muscular seventh year.

Burying his head in his pillow to stifle a groan Fred tried to remove the images of Hermione and Cedric exchanging friendly banter and gave a futile attempt to go back to sleep for the final hour before his mother came round to wake them all and started the operation of getting the youngest five Weasleys and Harry to the Hogwarts Express in time.

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The Triwizard Tournament was being held this year at Hogwarts and Fred was beyond delighted at the prospect. Students from the other two competing schools, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, had arrived and he was thoroughly enjoying teasing his younger brother over the sappy expressions that took over his features whenever a pretty girl from the French school was nearby.

However to his utter frustration, he and George wouldn't be allowed to put their names forward to the Goblet of Fire given the fact that they were under seventeen.

For the Weasley twins though, anything seemed possible if you had enough nerve to try.

That was why, on the day after the age line had been drawn around the goblet that would decide who would participate in the tournament, Fred arrived in the great hall alongside his twin, cheering and building up the crowd with a vial of recently brewed aging potion in one hand and a slip of parchment with his name on in the other.

He spotted her immediately, sat on a bench overlooking everyone else as they messed around and cheered each new contender. Her head was buried in a book but her eyes flitted between it and the joyful chaos around her, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she watched the twins' make a spectacle of themselves. He craved her attention.

"It's not going to work." She sang softly as they veered towards her, Fred couldn't help himself from being drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

"Oh, yeah?" The smitten redhead replied with a roguish smirk and dropped down beside her on the bench.

"And why is that, Granger?" His twin asked as he dropped onto her other side, the twins flanked her, one studying the contours of her face with delight at being so close and the other trying not to out his twin and best friend by snorting at his love-sick expression.

"You see this?" she answered with a roll of her eyes that caused Fred's heart to skip a beat "This is an Age Line. Dumbledore drew it himself."

"So?" Fred asked cheekily

"So…" she replied, snapping her book shut and stifling a laugh at their antics, oh how he loved it when she got riled up like this "a genius like Dumbledore couldn't possibly be fooled by a dodge as pathetically dimwitted as an Aging Potion."

"But that's why it's so brilliant." said Fred, his eyes never leaving her face

"Because it's so pathetically dimwitted. Ready, Fred?"

"Ready, George."

"Bottoms up." The twins cheered together and downed their potions before jumping from Hermione's bench straight over the age line to hollers and cheers of triumph from all around as they tossed their names into the cup. It wasn't to be however as they were suddenly shot away from the cup, their plan backfiring and both ending up with the long grey hair and beards of old men.

Fred caught a glimpse of the bushy haired book worm as he play fought with his twin for the entertainment of their crowd, and the twitch of her lips and crease at the edge of her twinkling eyes betraying her amusement made the failed attempt and trip to the hospital wing all worth it.