To avoid confusion, this story is about Fred and Hermione looking back on their life together, some parts of the story will therefore be in the past but I will tell you when it is. This is a prequel and a epilogue to "Christmas confessions" and I strongly suggest that you read that story first or you will have a hard time understanding. But now let's start the story!

I don´t own Harry Potter

Fred looked at the pictures in front of him, all of them represented a memory, memories he desperately tried to keep. 70 years had passed since the last battle and Fred´s memory was slowly slipping away. He would forget thing all the time and things like his grandchildren names or their ages were nearly impossible to remember. He hated seeing there disappointment when they realized that there grandfather didn't recognised them or the look of hurt on his children`s faces when he forgot about their birthdays. His wife was the one who helped him through all of this, who explained to their family why Fred could no longer remember the simplest things, she was his light in the dark.

"Fred?" The beautiful voice of his wife reached his ears, a voice he was sure he would never forget.

"In the kitchen" He answered before he realized he was in the living room, he was about to correct his mistake when his wife appeared in the doorway. She was as beautiful as when he first laid eyes on her, her hair might be a bit greyer and she might have a few more wrinkles in her face but to him they were a sign of there long and happy life together.

"You're thinking about your memory loss again?" He knew she only asked to be polite, she could read him like an open book, had always been able to. He nodded, didn't have the energy to speak.

"You know that George is having the same problems, I talked with Angelina a few days ago, it is getting worst!" He nodded again, of course he knew that his twin was having the same sickness. It had started a few years ago, the twins started forgetting things like were they put their shoes, which day it was, how many grandchildren they had. As the years went by the list got longer and longer and soon the twins wife's had had enough and took them to a healer who only laughed and explained it as something that comes with ages. But Hermione would not be Hermione if she would have given up, many hours in the library and five healers later they had an answer. The twins had an rare disease that only affected twins, the disease was so rare that it didn't even had a name. Forgetting things were only the first stages of the sickness.

"You shouldn't think too much about it" She kissed his cheek before she put her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes and listened to the steady heart beats of her beloved husband. Fred held her close, just like the so many times before.

Hermione rose from the sofa and picked down a photo album, the same album she had been working on every night for the last weeks.

"This is pictures of our life together" Hermione sat down beside him again, putting the album in his hands. "I thought that maybe this was a good way of remembering" Oh how he loved his smart wife, she never gave up and she was always one step ahead of him. He opened the album and the first picture was of him, George and Hermione sitting together smiling, the picture were taken at the Borrow the summer all started.

"You remember that summer?" Hermione asked as she too looked at the picture

"Of course love, how could I ever forget it?"

This is the first chapter and I know that it is short but the next will be up in a day or two and is about how Fred and Hermione got together:D Hope you enjoyed the chapter please review and let me know

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