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Time was growing short and I knew I had to get George to confess to me before he realised himself that I no longer suffered from amnesia.

I sat waiting for him to return from work the day after I we went to Cornwall. I was nervous and still unsure as to how I was going to make it so we discussed everything we needed to.

Running my fingers agitatedly through my hair I glanced out the window, not really taking in anything in just looking for the sake of looking.

I heard the door creak open behind me and spun round to greet my twin, but it was mum.

"Fred how are you?"

She said coming to sit down next to me on the bed.

I glanced at her confused, "I'm fine, why is something wrong?"

"No, no I just wondered how you were you know…if you'd remembered anything?"

I looked guiltily away, "Um no not yet"

"Oh ok then…there's a woman I know that is experienced at unlocking things from the mind and I was wondering-"

"No, no thank you mum I would rather do this myself."

She sniffed disapprovingly, getting up and grabbing her basket of washing, "Well if you don't want my help then, Jesus you'd think he wouldn't want to be whole agai-"

She muttered the last as she went out the door but I heard it and tears came unbidden to my eyes as I realised how helpless I must seem to my family.

"Hey, what's this? You look upset and mum just came downstairs like a bear with a sore head."

George asked softly slipping into the room and setting his briefcase down by the armoire and coming to sit beside me.

"She thinks I'm some kind of invalid, thinks I don't want to remember, but I do!" I said remembering the desperate need to find myself I'd felt when suffering from amnesia.

He sighed and pulled me close to him. "Fred I think its time I told you something."

I looked up at him hoping against hope that he was going to tell me what I thought he was. He looked back down at me hugging me tighter before sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"When…when we were in fourth year I started…feeling things for our that I knew I shouldn't be feeling. They were only little things, you'd brush my hand and it would tingle, you'd look at me and I'd notice you had more than three different shades of blue in your eyes. You'd talk to me and I would realise I could spend hours just listening to your voice. I even watched you sleep sometimes, you looked so beautiful.

They were only little things but they indicated so much more and I refused to admit to myself that they did. In fact I never admitted it until just after the leaving feast… but that's another story.

Anyway I was beyond confused and grew a little depressed at the time, I started sneaking out at night and going to a rose garden I found and I would sit and contemplate for hours over what these things might mean.

Anyway Percy found me out as he does and came to find me one night. He went on at me just as I knew he would, saying I was a troublemaker with a flagrant disregard to the rules. I didn't much care about anything much except that he didn't notice the little vial of Adders tears and buboture puss I had in my pocket. I'd found out that this was a very powerful mixture when we used it both in pranks and tricks and realised that it got one to a place pleasantly in between high and drunk.

He carried on berating me and it was all just going over my head and I wasn't really listening just thinking about you and… then he was on top of me and all I could see was red hair and all I could feel was you and in my state I knew it wasn't you and it was so easy to pretend, so easy to ignore admissions and skip straight to the fact that I loved you.

I enjoyed it, I wont pretend I didn't or pretend that it was rape because it wasn't. The next morning we didn't speak of it and I could barely remember anything except the pleasure anyway and… life carried on because if I pretended it didn't happen then it didn't and if I pretended I hadn't imagined it was you then I hadn't."

He stopped his speech and held me close. "That's what happened before you lost your memory, you find out and was very upset and I couldn't find you in time and I'm so, so sorry!"

He was crying now openly and I couldn't stand the pain in his eyes so I wiped the tears from his cheeks ad told him that it was ok and I loved him.

Soon the caresses turned into to kisses and kisses turned into a heated urgency, that I fully intended to take advantage of!

Lying next to him a little later, spooned around him comfortably I was almost asleep with my head on his shoulder when,

"When did you get your memory back?"

I started, "What!"

"I know you've got it back, I could tell when we were… you weren't like that last time, you were different as if you were shy, and I could just tell."

Damn it I knew he'd figure it out sometime. You can't hide things like that from your own twin for long.

I leaned over him as he turned to face me, "Do you mind I mean… I wanted to find out why and… I just didn't want to fight again which we would probably do, I thought I could find out calmly and… look please just don't hate me!" I pleaded with him desperately.

He looked into my eyes searchingly before kissing me softly and smiling, "Course I do, thank you for not being angry with me and giving me a chance."

"I was angry with you… but I knew if we fought then it could end things for good and I couldn't do that – couldn't exist without you"

George smiled and kissed me again, "I love you"

"I love you too."

"Now get some sleep," He said, "I have something to tell you in the morning."

So I settled back down holding him tight to me.

Things were back on track.

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