Chapter 8. Shit hits the fan
Morning came in Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, and Anna slept soundly in a comically large shirt for her. An overly chipper voice woke her from her slumber.
"Morning luv." Fred beamed.
She blinked confused.
"Breakfast in bed for our lovely guest." Fred said putting a tray down in front of her with coffee and a full English breakfast.
"Fred? What time is it?" Anna groggily asked a little hungover.
"Nearly 9am luv." Fred smiled at her.
George's head poked up from the couch with a murderous look at his twin.
"12 hours and still kicking." Anna told George, rubbing her eye.
She took the tray and drank some tea and a couple of bites from her toast, before offering some to Fred.
"I already had mine." Fred said, still beaming at her.
She motioned him to sit next to her in bed as she continued eating and he complied.
"How are you feeling Fred?" She asked between bites.
"Fantastic, knowing you're here." He said dreamingly.
"Are you hung over?" She asked pulling down his eyelids to see his pupils better.
"Not at all." He said smiling and took her hand from his face to kiss it.
"Mmmm" She reached for her wand and the quill appeared once more. "Potion reduces hangover effects, interesting."
"No, it doesn't." George said sitting on the other side of the bed and taking a piece of toast from Anna's plate frowning.
"Potions reduces hangover effects only if active." Anna corrected to her quill.
"That's hers!" Fred growled at George.
"Fred luv, do you mind tidying the kitchen for me please?" Anna asked sweetly, caressing his cheek.
"Whatever you need luv." And Fred almost jumped up to quickly obey her command.
"So, what are you gonna do to him?" George asked, lowering his voice while piling some beans on his toast and taking a bite of the blood sausage.
"I guess I'll test the safeguards on him as well, see how the prolonged duration of the potion may affect them." Anna said in a low voice scarfing down her eggs.
"I don't want to see that; I'll be in the washroom taking a shower." George said piling some sausage on his toast as well to take to the washroom.
"Leave the door opened a bit, in case this gets out of hand, I may need your help." Whispered Anna leaning close to George.
"You don't think he would…?" George asked worried.
"Just keep your ears peeled." Anna said seriously.
George nodded and proceeded to grab clean clothes and head to the washroom.
Anna finished her breakfast and put her tray aside exhaling once more.
"Fred luv could you sit here with me please." She yelled a little too loudly to give George the heads up inside the washroom with the door slightly ajar.
"Sure thing luv." Fred almost sprinted to her side, sitting a little too close to her to be acting normally.
"You look so good in my shirt." He said lazily, touching the shirt's collar down to the first button.
"Thanks." Anna said nervously.
She slowly took her right hand to caress Fred's cheek which earned her a contented moan from Fred and she reached up to tangle her finger in his ginger locks to pull him down for a kiss.
The second their lips touched she got a vision.
An earless George apparently happily married to Angelina Johnson with a baby in their arms, Ron and George tending the store, the Weasley family in a funeral service with George crying over the body of Fred. An explosion in what appeared to be Hogwarts hitting Fred, killing him instantly. A badly bleeding earless George transforming from Harry Potter to himself being carried by Lupin, a brutal aerial fight with a curse heading straight for George's head disguised as Harry Potter, but deflected by a pink flash just enough to only sever an ear. Her vision of the Wonderwitch line with both twins tending the store happily. Then she saw herself saying to the twins: "Guess the Amortentia gave you memory loss, sorry I can't help you out boys, better luck next time." Then an image of herself casting an obliviate spell towards George, and finally herself in a very compromising position with the same twin while casting a spell she remembered all too well.
"Warriors farewell..." She whispered; lips still pressed to Fred's.
What's that luv? Fred pulled back slightly and to his horror, she screamed.
Tears came to her hysterically, she bawled and wailed.
Fred sat in front of her stroking her shoulders trying to comfort her. "Anna? What's wrong luv?"
George came running wand drawn, clutching a towel around his waist. Confused at the sight. "Fred, get away from her now!"
"I just kissed her!" Fred said honestly.
Anna looked up still bawling and suddenly clutched desperately at Fred in a bone crushing hug. "Fred, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!"
"Anna, what's happening?" George reached her trying to pry her away from Fred, but she wouldn't move.
She wouldn't let go of Fred, and still wailed. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"
"Anna honey, you are scarring the ever-living fuck out of me what's going on?" George said apprehensively.
Fred was still stroking her gently making soothing noises. "It's okay luv, it's ok…"
"Accio Chocolate." George took the bar, and broke a piece, sitting next to the hysterical girl before putting the piece in her mouth, "Anna, eat this, it'll make you feel better."
After several excruciating minutes the chocolate started calming her enough to let her take deep breaths again, even when the tears wouldn't stop streaming down her cheeks. She slowly let go of Fred but took his hand and wouldn't let go.
"Anna, can you tell me what's wrong now?" George asked softly.
She took a deep breath and grimaced. She turned to Fred and stroked his cheek sweetly before whimpering again, taking a deep breath and saying. "Fuck*sob*…me*sob*."
Author's note: Sorry that got dark, that's why I'm posting right away the next two chapters.