Fred hadn't left my side for the next three days, and I had some visitors from time to time coming to see how I was doing, and dropping off flowers and chocolates here and there. I was happy to know that more and more of my memory was coming back to me, and please to know that I remembered almost all of my visitors.

Four days after Fred and I told one another we loved each other, a young nurse shuffled into my room.

"Afternoon, dear!" She smiled brightly at me and I returned the gesture. Fred was holding my hand, sleeping in his chair. Her eyes flicked to Fred for a moment before looking back at me. "He never leaves... Does he?"

I shook my head, a smile on my face. "No, he doesn't." I looked over at Fred, so happy that I had someone like him.

"Oh, you two are just so adorable! I wish I had a boyfriend like that!" The nurse gushed and kept smiling, never breaking eye contact with me. "Anyways," The nurse straightened up, and I saw Fred shift a little in his sleep. "I came here with some good news." She glanced down at her clipboard for a brief moment before looking back up at me. "The doctors are happy to see how fast you're recovering, and they wanted me to tell you that you're free to go whenever you like." She finished her explanation with a warm, genuine smile on her face.

I couldn't believe my ears. I thought I'd be stuck in here for at least another week. This was great! I could barely contain my excitement, and bounced up and down in my bed, shaking Fred awake. He moaned a little, but his eyes fluttered open and locked on mine.

"Ugh, what is it..?" He looked so tired, and I almost regretted waking him. However, I remembered the good news I had just received, and I grinned at him. Fred looked up to see that we weren't alone, and he smiled at the nurse tiredly. "Oh, um, hello there."

The nurse smiled at him and winked at me. I giggled, and turned to Fred.

"Freddie, I've got some news." He sat up in his chair and seemed to wake up a little. I paused for a moment, wanting to seem dramatic. "I can leave! I'm free!"

Fred's whole face lit up and he pulled me into a hug. "That's great, love!" I laughed and hugged him back, so happy to get out of this place. My eyes flicked to the nurse, who just stood there, trying not to intrude on our little moment.

After a moment we pulled away, and she cleared her throat. Fred didn't even bother to look at her, but I turned my head to her.

"I, um, have some papers for you..." Her eyes flicked between Fred and I, and I took the clipboard from her. "Since Miss Bell is technically not an adult yet, I'm going to need an adult to sign for her."

Hearing this, Fred glanced up at the nurse and back to me. He took the clipboard and scribbled down his signature where it needed to go. I rolled my eyes. Just because Fred was eighteen, he thought he was a big bad adult now... I mentally snorted at that thought. Right, Fred, a mature adult?

Fred smiled at me and handed the nurse the papers back. She took them and smiled at the two of us.

"Well, it looks like everything's in place here." Another smile. "You're free to leave, Miss Bell. You're released from St. Mungo's."

I couldn't help but let a grin spread across my face. I flew into Fred and planted kisses all over his face, too happy to care about anything.

…...Later that night...

After getting everything settled at the hospital and letting the everyone know how I was doing, I found myself standing in front of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes with Fred in the cold January air. It had just begun to snow, and I thought back to trips to Hogsmeade with my friends. One in particular stood out, and I realized that that was the trip I had taken with Leanne—the day I had my little accident.

Fred scooped me up in his arms easily and I giggled, trying to talk him into letting me down. He just laughed, and walked into the joke shop, which was now closed for the night. He walked lazily behind the counter and into a back room. In there was another door, and he pushed that open with his feet and I saw a flight of stairs.

My eyes bugged out slightly. "Fred Weasley, put me down. There is no way you are carrying me up those stairs!"

Fred simply rolled his eyes at me. "Katie, please. You hardly weigh anything at all. Now just shut up and let me carry you."

I glared and stuck my tongue out at him, pouting in his arms. He let out a loud laugh and bounded up the stairs, taking two at a time.

When the bloody hell did Fred get so strong?

Arriving up at the twin's flat, I noticed that George was absent. "Where's your brother?"

"Which one?" Fred smirked.

I rolled my eyes and hit his arm lightly. "George, obviously. You two still live together, right?"

Fred nodded and we walked into the living room. It was cozy, and it fit Fred and George. There were two loveseats, a coffee table with random papers strewn across it, a bookshelf, and some plants here and there. I cocked an eyebrow at Fred, motioning to the boxes and trunk laying in the middle of the room.

"Kates, you obviously think George and I wouldn't have grabbed your stuff—didja?"

"When did either of you have the time to go to Hogwarts and grab my things?"

Fred plopped down on the couch and hung his feet of the arms lazily. "'Lic and Ange sent it. We filled them in with what's been going on." I nodded and made a mental note to thank my two friends when I saw them again. "Oh, and they told me to tell you they say hello, and that they'll miss you and all that other crap."

I stuck my tongue out at Fred who just laughed at me, pulling his hands to rest behind his head. I made my way over to my boxes to begin unpacking some things. Kneeling down, I undid the top of one of the cardboard boxes on the floor.

I sifted through some books and other knick-knacks when I stumbled upon some pictures.

Smiling, I pulled out pictures one by one. Some were stills, and others were memories caught in the moment, forever replaying that scene over and over again.

My heart swelled a little at one of me and my family a few years back before they had died. I had my hair thrown back in a sloppy ponytail, and I had just unwrapped a new broom for Quidditch. I hugged my parents excitedly, and they laughed at my excited face. I placed that back in the box safely, and pulled out the next.

This picture was taken back in Gryffindor common room back in third year. Lee Jordan, Angelina, Alicia and I were all lounging around the common room, studying for some test. Angelina had her head on Lee's lap while reading a book, and he kept glancing down at her while blushing. Alicia and I were silently giggling at the two of them, trying to keep our attention on our books. I smiled happily, actually remembering when this happened.

I looked back at Fred and gestured to the picture in hand, smiling giddily. "I remember this!"

Fred laughed lightly. "Good, good!"

I put that picture back in the box, eager to grab another in hopes of triggering more memories.

The next frame I grabbed was of our old Quidditch team—the year Gryffindor won the House Cup. We were all piling on top of one another, shrieking with laughter and hugging one another senseless. Ange and Alicia were hugging each other, jumping up and down excitedly like two little school girls. Fred and George were boosting me up on their shoulders, spinning me around as I laughed loudly. Oliver Wood looked close to crying as he held the Cup, smiling from ear to ear.

My heart felt warm and happy at the memory. I was hot and tired from the game, and Fred and George ran up to me, scooping me up on their shoulders.

"Go, go, Gryffindor! Go, go, Gryffindor!" The twins sang together and began to spin me around wildly. I shrieked with laughter, elated that we had finally won the Quidditch Cup. All of our hard work had paid off, and Oliver could graduate in peace.

I looked over to Angelina and Alicia who were shrieking and babbling to one another about the game, jumping up and down, gesturing wildly. I laughed harder at this, and tried to get the twins to let me down, but they ignored me.

Oliver Wood had finally achieved one of his dreams to win the House Cup before he graduated from Hogwarts. He was set to play for Puddlemore United in the fall, and he looked like he would break out in tears of joy at any given moment as he hoisted the House Cup in the air for all to see. I vaguely remember Collin Creevey shouting at us to hold still for a decent picture, and I was brought back to reality.

I heard Fred laugh at me from the couch. "Remember, love? You said you were going to be sick after George and I put you back on the ground."

I nodded eagerly up at him, clutching the picture tightly to my chest.

"I do! I remember, Fred!" I was so happy to be remembering so much in one night.

Almost throwing the picture back into the box, I grabbed hungrily for another. I pulled another frame out of the cardboard box, and I felt my heart thud against my chest at this one, falling slightly.

It was our group at the Yule Ball—Lee with Alicia, George and I, and Fred with Angelina. Lee was holding Alicia's hand happily, but kept stealing glances over at Ange. George and I had our arms hung lazily around one another, grinning from ear to ear. And Angelina and Fred were in the middle of the group—Fred standing behind Alicia, his arms snaked around her waist from behind, Angelina giggling furiously.

My heart fell looking at this picture, and I started to remember the night in pieces.

The pieces of memory weren't very visual, more of feelings. I remember laughing and being out of breath as George and I danced like maniacs that night. I was upset about something, but I pushed that aside. I racked my brain for what I was so upset about, and it slowly dawned on me at what I was feeling.

I was jealous. My eyes flicked to Angelina and Fred's happy faces staring back at the picture, and my heart felt heavy. I was jealous that I wasn't at the ball with Fred, and Angelina was.

Odd. Why would Angelina be at the ball with Fred instead of me? Weren't Fred and I going on back then?

"Fred?" I didn't turn to look at him, still staring at the picture I held in my lap.

"Hm?"

"H-how long have we been going out for again?" I tried my best to keep my voice steady.

He took a moment to answer, and I still had my back turned to him. "Oh, um, a little over two years now."

I did the math mentally in my head, calculating when we had gotten together. My brow furrowed as I stared at the picture before me. If Fred and I had been going out for a little over two years, I would be the one with him at the ball—not Angelina. Why was Fred lying to me about how long we had been together before?

And then it hit me. As if someone had turned a light switch on and the room flooded with light, everything hit me all at once.

I remembered saying goodbye to my parent's at King's Cross Station, and meeting the twins and Lee Jordan on the train to Hogwarts.

I remember detentions with the twins in Snape's office, scrubbing cauldrons clean, making fun of Snape behind his back.

I remember making the Quidditch team with Alicia and Angelina, and winning our first game.

I remember Hogsmeade trips, and dates gone awry. None of those dates had been with Fred, I recall.

I thought back to when the Yule Ball was announced, and everyone searched frantically for dresses and dates. I remember when Fred had asked Angelina instead of me, and I asked George to make her jealous.

I remember studying in the common room with my friends, and sneaking down to the kitchen with the boys and cutting class.

I recall how I had come across a package that held a certain necklace that cursed me and had me hospitalized for nearly two weeks.

And that's when I started to feel. I felt hurt, and cheated on, and lied to. I was deceived—made a fool of. Was this some sort of sick joke? Was I being punished for some horrible act I had committed?

I took a deep breath and found the courage to speak. "Fred, why are you lying to me?"

I waited for him to reply, still not looking at him. We sat in silence for a few moments before I heard his nervous reply. "W-what do you mean, Kates?"

I turned to look at him, kneeling on the floor, holding the picture in my hands. They shook.

"I said," My voice quivering. "Why are you lying to me, Fred?"