BubbleGlasses and The Angel

Fred's Pov

Present

My heart feels like it's going to explode through my chest. I drove here to her parents house and I shouldn't have. What is wrong with you Freddie? Get your shit together Weasley. You're tangled up in her, she's making your mind insane. I start hitting the side of my temple with my hand. You can't go a day without messing something up. Stop talking to yourself, someone is going to see you and you'll be committed to St. Mungo's. I sigh to myself and look up at Hermione's window. I pick up a rock and throw it at the glass.

*tink*

*tink*

*tink*

"Freddie?" Hermione's mom said softly. I whip around and smile.

"Oh, hi Mrs. Granger fancy meeting you here, nearly scared the piss out me," I smile sheepishly, waving my hand.

"At 2 am no less," she smiles. "May I ask why you're throwing rocks at Hermione's window? She said she went to Draco's. Did she not tell you?"

"Draco's? Why?" I whisper too myself.

"I didn't hear you Fred?" Mrs. Granger asks.

"Oh, sorry. Ahhh, must have mixed up something, thank you. Have a pleasant night Mrs, Granger, sorry about the rocks," I fake smile, dropping the rest to the ground.

"She's usually not out this late, I made an exception for summer and she was excited to see that new shop but, i'm a bit shocked she didn't phone us. If you see her will you tell her to come home or give us a ring?" She says and I nod my head yes. Mrs. Granger turns to walk back inside and I hear the door shut.

New shop? I question the thought and I start to walk away until I see something red dripping from the trellis wall that was against her house. It was filled with wild flowers and I noticed the random red splatters. I walk over and put my finger on the blood stained petal.

Did she climb down this? Where is she? I look around.

*meow*

Crooky old boy! What are you doing here? I look down and go to pet him but he runs. I see blood mixed in with his fur. He stops back to look at me.

"Ok well, you lead the way then," I say, pacing myself behind him. I start to feel uneasy in my stomach.

Let's find mum..

FLASHBACK TO THE START OF THIRD YEAR AT HOGWARTS

I step off the train and search for a curly brown hair figure. I see her and race over to her.

"Hermione, Are you all right?" I ask, looking for any damage on her.

"I'm fine brother thank you,": Ron said rudely, putting Scabbers in his pocket.

"Hermione, yes I'm fine. Harry had a bit of a fit though," she said looking over at him, worried.

"I'm fine Hermione for the 10th time," Harry said irritated.

"You sure mate? You could pass for Sir Nicolas," I question looking at him.

"The Pocket Sneakoscope your brother got me started to flash and go wild. I zoned out a bit after that. That thing, the dementor, just made me feel the darkest I've ever felt. I heard screaming and just felt cold. I just felt like I drowning in the Black Lake," he whispered softly.

"The Dementor? Let's get you inside mate. No worries, you won't ever have to see the bottom of that lake anyway," I said putting my arm around his shoulder and started walking with him.

"So maybe that sneakoscope isn't as cheaply made as we thought, huh there Harry?" Ron said smiling. Being the dit he is.

We soon get to the Great Hall and all the new students had already been sorted. Bloody boring anyway, glad we missed that. I sit down next to Harry and start to chat about the Dementors that Dumbledore had mentioned during his speech.

"So this Sirius fellow, he's wants you mate?" I ask Harry directly.

"I'm not sure, I feel like some of the adult figures around us aren't exactly telling me the whole truth about the situation," he says sighing.

"I think you need you need to get some rest, I'll figure out what I can for you."

"He could be here now," Ron says, stuffing his face with a pastry. Harry glared at him.

"Don't listen to him Harry, you can't be upset with the pathetic," I look at Ron, rolling my eyes. Harry gets up and says goodnight to us.

I get up and start to search for Hermione, I walk out of the hall and hear her voice to the left of me. I see her and Draco walking next to each other, laughing.

"What cha doing brother," George asked, following my eye sight to their direction. "Why is she talking to Malfoy?"

"No clue," I replied. Malfoy? Of all people, my head is blank.

"So, are we going to say what we're feeling Freddie?" George asked in a mocking tone, snapping me out of my thought.

"Come off it," I said annoyed.

"Could you want her more?" George laughed, pointing at Hermione. I slap his hand down.

"Would you cool it?" I demanded.

"You got it bad bro," he said, taking a bite into an apple, shaking his head.

"Come on Georgey, you know I don't think that big," I laugh trying to convince him and myself that what he said isn't true. I take one last look at them and turn back to George. We walk to the dorms and I collapse on my bed. I toss to face the open window and see the moon.

Laughing with Malfoy?

I crash.

I wake up and head to the Great hall for breakfast. I see Hermione and Ron fighting and come to set down next to harry.

"Hermione you have 10 classes! You can't be in 3 classes at once! These 3 are all at 9am. How will you be in Divination with us if have two other classes going on?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"Ronald, I told you, I figured it out with McGonagall. Drop it," she said sternly. Ron sticks out his tongue and he jumps in on the conversation with Seamus and Harry. They were looking at the new Firebolt broom.

"So, Ron giving you trouble this morning? Need my services," I offer.

"No, I can handle him," she laughs and closes her Arithmancy book.

"You're closing a book for little, old me? How flattering for my ego."

"Well, it's my 3rd time reading over it so, I can take a small break," she laughs handing me a pastry. I take it and place it in front of me.

"So, I know a lot happened yesterday and we didn't get to talk but do you maybe want to go to the astronomy tower tonight?" I ask, ripping a piece of pastry off.

"Sounds brilliant," she smiles, collecting her things. "I got to run but, I'll see you later then?" She races through the hall doors.

"Later," I laugh. I see that George is also in deep in the Firebolt conversation so I leave and start roaming the halls. I eventually end up by the North Tower, for what reason is beyond me. I look up the stairwell and see a trapdoor open. The bubble eyed, professor pops her head over and waves her finger.

"I've been waiting, come my boy, I just made some tea," she mutters. I weigh the option to just ignore her but I figured what the hell, lets have some good fun with Sybill. I walk up the stairway and go through the trap door. I look around at the cluttered room and sit at the table up front, with a steaming teacup on it. She mutters something and then walks over and sits across from me.

"Do you know why you're here?" She asks, pouring the tea.

"Do you know why I'm here?" I ask back, taking the tea.

"Yes, you want a reading." She says, staring into what felt like my soul with her bubble eyes.

"I never said I.." I started to say.

"Inner eye you know? I could sense you," she said, matter of fact.

"Inner eye?" I asked. She reaches for my cup and looks inside, ignoring my question.

"Well, I see a broom," she starts to say.

"Well, there is a Quidditch game today and you know I do clean with," I started to make a joke and she cuts me off.

"AH, an acorn, brush on up on your defensive spells my dear, " she mutters.

"Oh, I," I start to say and she cuts me off again.

"Ah, finally, I see." She smiles, setting the cup down.

"See what?" I ask curiously, looking into the cup.

"An angel," she says smiling.

"Oh, professor, sorry to disappoint but I am far from an angel."

"Not you, but a bearer of good news. A love interest is in your path," she yawns, pouring her some tea.

"Who?" I ask curiously picking up the cup.

"Silly questions I do not answer. For it's already in your head," she says softly, pointing at my head. "I must rest my inner eye for my next class," she says as she walks away and goes under her desk. Next thing I hear is snoring. I laugh at the professor and regret not taking her class on our my third year. This would have been a trip of the days for George and I. I grin, looking back into the tea cup.

A bearer of good news.