Sorry this took so long to post…have been busy and kept forgetting to bring this in and update. Anyway, just a warning that the next chapter could take up to three months…check my profile to see why.

Disclaimer: although I wish I owned Harry Potter and the related characters I don't.

Another chapter in Fred's life, and he's starting to wonder about everything. His mind has blanked out George now though he feels there is something missing in his life, maybe something from before the great black. That's what he calls the time when and before George died now, and during the war with Voldemort, not remembering what it was or what happened. One day when cleaning out the room that has always been left how it is he finds a picture and finds himself writing to the person in the picture, the person he vaguely recognises but can't quite place.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter and if there's anyone out there who disagrees with me messing them around then please let me know. Actually, if you really agree with messing up characters or you really like it you should try reading 'Yoda and The Price Of Cabbage,' a HP fic I posted up the other day. It'll either make you want to hit me or make you love me but either ways good cause I always say the best thing ever is to be able to hit someone and to laugh (about it with your mates afterwards).

Chapter four: another chapter in my life

Dear stranger,

Who are you and what were you doing in a photo in the untouched room? That's what we call this room in our house that hasn't changed in as long as I can remember, though sometimes I feel it had some special importance to me. You go up the stairs and you turn left and you hit the door. I go in there to think sometimes, when mum doesn't let me help her in the kitchen. I like thinking about things, but for some reason my family don't think I should very often. I think they're scared of what I could think about. I don't know what there is that I could think about that's so bad. I mean, there's not even that much that's happened in my life. Not before the great black and I can't remember what happened before then so I can't exactly think about it. I haven't got any photo's of myself with anyone before the great black and I don't really want them. All the pictures of me as a child are on my own; my life started when the great black finished. I was born as myself when I finished the great black, and I don't want to think about what's behind that.

But why were you in the photo? You remind me of myself when I was young but I don't see how. We're two different people and I don't see how you can look so like me. I spend my life helping mum in the kitchen and she never mentioned you before. Mum is strange but I love her. I would be lost without her. And my brothers Charlie, Percy, Bill and Ron, and my sister Ginny. Ginny is always sad, and so is Ron. I think they're stranger than mum is, but they don't. I don't remember my dad but we have photo's of him. Mum says he died in the Great Black so I don't want to know about him. Anything to do with the great black is horrible and nasty and I don't want to know. Ron has photo's of him with his friends from before the Great Black, and when I asked who they were he asked me if I didn't remember. I said I didn't and he got really sad. He says that they were Hermione and Harry and they were his best friends. I asked him if they were married meaning Hermione and Harry and he said no. He said that him and Hermione were going to be married and they had their own little babies called Payne and Kyra. He started crying after that and said that he hated me and everyone else. I don't think he did but he was sad because he missed his babies.

I tried to ask Ron who you were when I found the photo but he turned away and refused to speak so I tried Ginny and she started to cry and ran away to stay with her friend Colin. Mum says Ginny and Colin are going to be married. I asked her if I could be married but she said that we'd wait and see. I tried to ask her who you were because of the picture of you and she took it and put it in her pocket. I tried to go through her pockets later but the picture was gone. Then I found it in the frame with her picture of dad. I asked her who you were again but she told me to come to my room and tidy up so that's where I am now. Maybe she'll want me to help her in the kitchen later and I can go and talk to someone. I don't like being stuck in my room but I don't mind. It gives me some time to think and be quiet. I love being quiet.

Mum has lots of pictures in her bedroom, and when I think about it you are in most of them though I never noticed before. There is one of all of my family and you and Ron's friends Hermione and Harry and Ginnys friends Luna and Neville but I don't know who you are. You are standing next to me but I can't remember when that photo was taken. It was before the great black and that's all I know. You look very like me but I don't know why. Are we in some way related? Were you a relation of dad that we never see anymore? I have got to go now because my mum wants me again.

Yours, Fred Weasley.

I know I messed Fred around lots in this chapter but I felt like it. Anyway, it works with my story line for both this story and one of my others, 'You call; I try but can't reply.' Basically both stories follow the same storyline from different POV's. Anyway, reviews appreciated (flames inclusive). Love and peace, Stargazing Maiden.