A/N: Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this IS A REPOST. kind of.

I'm going through the chapters of this story, one by one, and fixing what needs to be fixed. If you decide to re-read the story, you might notice a few little changes, but mostly everything has stayed the same. i changed a bit of the structuring of this chapter, so that it is a bit easier to read, so I hope you like that.

To all new readers, I hope that you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Oh, and if anyone out there is interested in beta-ing a few things that I'm working on, feel free to email me. The email is in my profile.

Thats all for now,

Tidal Waves

Prologue

It was autumn when Fred first had the dream. (No, not that type of dream, you sick people!) It was a reoccurring dream that would sneak up on him at least once a week while he was fast asleep in his dorm room. In this dream of his, he would be talking to Angelina and he would be about to kiss her when something would interrupt: someone coming down the stairs to the common room, the fire popping, or some other random thing. The strange thing was, Fred really didn't like Angelina in a way that would constitute any kissing. She was his best girl mate, nothing more and nothing less. It had been that way since first year, when he had been the red-haired boy, pranking the Hogwarts Express along with his twin brother, and she had been the pretty, dark girl threatening to hex his lights out if he didn't stop right away. They were the best of friends ever since.

So it was understandable that Fred wasn't exactly sure as to what his subconsciousness was trying to tell him. He tried to ignore the dreams, and he usually forgot them come morning. The night that this story begins, Fred was once again having "the dream" and now, with that little set up, the story begins.

I swear that I can go on forever again

The soft, early morning sunlight filtered through the eastern window of the seventh year Gryffindor boy's dorm. The light cast gentle rays on the floorboards and gleamed across the bed directly opposite the window. In the dim glow, the name Fred Weasley could be made out on a small brass plaque on the foot of a large four-poster bed. The occupant of said bed shifted a little in his sleep, and as the room grew ever lighter with the rising of the sun, more detail could be made out. The bed to the right of Fred held his identical twin, George Weasley, who was also fast asleep. Next over came Lee Jordan, the twins' best guy friend, and their fellow mischief maker. There were no other beds in the room, as there were no other male Gryffindor seventh years.

A piercing ring sounded throughout the room, rousing the sleeping teenagers from their beds. A sleepy Fred gathered his clothes and disappeared into the large bathroom that was connected to the dorm room. Soon, all three boys had showered and dressed, so they headed down to the great hall for breakfast.

They boys were not even relatively close to being the first students in the hall. In fact, by the time they sat down, there were only fifteen minutes remaining until classes started. Fred ran a hand through his short red hair, looking around the large room. His eyes lit upon three girls sitting at the far end of the Gryffindor table. He, his twin, and Lee walked over to them.

"Morning ladies," said Lee, with a grin. "Looking good, Kates."

Katie Bell, a Gryffindor sixth year, and Lee's girlfriend of two years blushed. She turned to her two friends. "It's funny really," she said, "he thinks that if he says things like that, I'll go off and snog him senseless." She shook her head slightly while grinning at Lee.

"That's because it's true," said Alicia Spinet stage whispered to Angelina Johnson, who was sitting beside her. The group of friends laughed, and Katie playfull hit her friend on the arm.

The boys sat down across from the girls and began to pile food onto their plates. After about three minutes of nonstop eating, Fred put down his utensils for a moment, and found himself looking across the table at Angelina. She was eating a slice of toast and her dark hair cascaded down like a curtain in front of her face. Fred could just see her chocolate brown eyes shining out against the mocha colour of her skin. He had never really noticed how many streaks of copper laced through her hair. It was beautiful. Suddenly, Fred felt a sharp pain on his shin. He turned to glare at George who was sitting beside him, only to find his twin looking at him strangely.

"What?" he asked George, glowering at him. How dare he interrupt his staring!

George just looked at Fred, then looked at the still oblivious Angelina, and then back at Fred, delicately raising an eyebrow. Fred felt his ears turning red. Damn that twin sense!

Fred was saved from having to say anything by Alicia, who appeared at George's shoulder, twirling her brown curly hair around her pinky and giving him a "look." After a final glance at Fred, George followed Alicia out of the hall.

The remaining twin looked at Lee and shook his head ruefully, all the while grinning. George and Alicia wouldn't admit that they were dating, but how many times in one day can you go off to the library to "study"?

Soon the five minute bell rang and the four remaining friends gathered their books and trouped off to the first class of the day.

That evening the six friends were sitting around the fire in the Common room. Lee was siting in a comfy armchair with Katie on his lap, George and Alicia were sitting quite close to each other on a couch, their legs touching, but nothing else, Angelina was sitting on the other end of the couch, and Fred was sprawled out on the floor. Suddenly there was a tapping sound at the window. George got up to see what it was. He walked over to the window and opened it up to admit a grey owl. It hooted its thanks and flew over to Angelina.

"Hey Neo," she said softly to her owl. The owl hooted quietly as Angelina untied the letter from his leg and let him fly off to the owlry. She glanced at the front of the envelope and hastily excused herself, saying that she wanted to go for a walk. Her friends looked at her curiously, but let her go without a word.

An hour later she still hadn't returned but everyone assumed that she had gone off to talk to one of the teachers about something. Since it was getting late, everyone decided to turn in for the night.

Fred lay awake in his bed, staring at nothing in particular. He was thinking about Angelina again. About the way she brushed her hair behind her ears when she was nervous, how when she ran practices for Quidditch she would look at everyone constantly, not caring about how she herself did, only that everyone did their very best. He didn't understand why he hadn't really thought about those types of things before; why it was only now that he had started noticing all the little quirks that she had. When George had noticed him starring at her that morning, he had been embarrassed, but he had also been annoyed that his glance had been shifted. He decided that he needed to take a walk.

Fred got out of bed and pulled on a hooded sweater. He quietly padded down the stairs to the common room. A lone figure sat hunched on the couch in front of the dying fire. He knew that hair. It was Angelina.

She looked up when Fred sat down beside her. He could see the silent tears streaking down her face, rolling down her cheeks and bouncing off to her T-shirt.

"Angie, what's wrong?" he asked, using his special nickname for her. "What's the matter?"

All she could do was sob. He saw a piece of paper by her feet and he picked it up.

"Can I read this?" he asked her gently. She nodded. Fred quickly looked through the letter and suddenly understood. "Oh, you poor thing," he said.

"Y-yeah," she said shakily. "My uncle . . . dead." Angelina collapsed against his shoulder. He held her close as she cried. Fred did his best to comfort her, rubbing her back and making soothing noises. Eventually she stopped crying.

"I just can't believe it," she said. "He was so young."

"I know," said Fred. "Wasn't he your favourite?" She nodded.

"Everyone is dying on me! My grandma died last summer, and my two cousins died last year in an accident. Who will be next?" she cried.

"Hey now," comforted Fred. "Don't look at it like that. I'll always be here for you. You can count on that at least. I wouldn't miss turning your hair different colours or ignoring your Quidditch pep talks for the world." She laughed and gave him a hug.

The two seventh years sat in silence for a while and eventually Angelina fell asleep on Fred's shoulder. His last thought before he too drifted off was that he would make sure he was always there for Angie, no matter what.