"And you say, these nightmares are repetitive?" Professor McGonagall asked, the old woman was standing over the pensive and looking at a very pale Emilie. She had allowed Emilie to stay in her dorm the whole day and have Miss Lovegood bring her work up. Dressed in another of Fred's shirts which was terribly oversized and hung around her thighs and a pair of sweats.
"Each night for a while now, Professor. I've no idea where they came from." Emilie said almost mumbling as she starting biting her fingernails as she tapped her foot. It was like she had become a different person, instead of her normal bouncy witty attitude she had barely said anything at meals and in classes she was always focused on something other than her studies.
"Perhaps it's time I showed you one of my favourite memories of your mother. It might help you figure out what these nightmares mean." McGonagall said, extracting the small vile from the cabinet and beckoning the girl to come closer, Emilie shuffled over and watched as the floating substance absorbed in the bowl.
"You're my godmother?" She asked almost confused but it was a wise decision on her mother's part. McGonagall was on of Hogwart's greatest witches and she had a heart of gold. The old woman nodded and smiled.
"The nightmare, my mother crying, it's about my father isn't it?" Emilie continued. "I was never told who he was but I suspect, he is a wizard and went to school here." Again McGonagall nodded, she had agreed with her mother to let Emilie figure it out on her own then confront her mother.
That night, the nightmares stopped and Emilie dreamt of Fred and the Christmas they would share.
The scarlet train chugged along the line as first years rushed past the compartments excited about returning home for Christmas. Hermione, Ginny, Neville, Luna and Emilie were all gathered in their compartment. Ginny, Hermione and Emilie were discussing how they'd finally get to spend time with their other halves while Neville and Luna sat awkwardly on the other side of the compartment. Luna had her nose in the latest edition of the Quibbler and Neville looked like he was thinking of something to say.
"You'll both have to come over and stay!" Ginny gasped, cutting off what Emilie was about to say about Fred's apartment. Neville and Luna looked up and nodded in agreement. At this point it was useless to keep their conversation going as Ginny had started another about Qudditch practice over the holidays and their Christmas party.
"Emilie, We're here. It's time to go home" Hermione said between a whisper, shaking Emilie awake gently. Emilie groggily rubbed her eyes and realised she'd get to see everyone and jumped up and banged her head on the luggage holder. Ginny almost fell over laughing, while Emilie stuck her tongue out at the red head.
As she imagined her second family, they may as well by her first, were all gathered on the platform. The boys at the front, Mr and Mrs Weasley in the back and her mother standing to the side. She sighed relief as Fred grinned at her as she stepped off the train, Hermione and Ginny already in the arms of their boyfriends.
"I didn't think you'd be out of work." Emilie said smiling, trying to keep her cool. Inside she wanted to pounce on him but both their parents were watching. That would have to wait for later.
"Had to come and pick up the Mrs." He grinned, Emilie heard her mother laugh and Mrs Weasley mutter something about the next wedding. But she didn't care she was too busy being swept off her feet into a long earned kiss.
As they all stood outside Kings cross with the girls' luggage, they planned on sleeping arrangements.
"Alright then, since Ron and Harry are still living with me. You pair come with me. God I'm going to regret this…Emilie since the twins have an apartment, your mother and I have discussed and agreed you can stay with them." Mrs Weasley announced, Ginny and Ron groaned in argument but Emilie was beaming and Fred's cheeks were flushing pink.
"Emilie, you'll be joining Molly and Arthur on Christmas Eve for two days then you can return to the flat. I'm glad I got to see you today." Her mother said to her, hugging her so tight Emilie thought she was going to crack like a porcelain doll. "Your godmother told me about the nightmares, I'll explain later but there isn't anything to worry about." She whispered in her ear before letting her go and giving Fred a fair warning about her daughter.
Molly, Arthur and the rest took a cab on the way home. Apparently Fred had other plans, her mother disappeared back into the station with promises to write. It was then, Emilie's stomach got butterflies, she'd be staying at her boyfriend's flat, sleeping beside him, having meals together.
"Alright dreamy, this way." He said taking her hand and trailing her suitcase along with the other hand. "George actually helped out with this one." They turned a corner and alone in the car park was a yellow Volkswagen Beatle. Emilie stared for a moment and then Fred was putting her suitcase in the trunk and opening the door for her.
"Woah woah woah, hold on. You drive? A muggle car?" She spluttered, as he put on his seatbelt.
"I drove when I was in my fourth year, given that was a flying car but since you went to Hogwarts I've been learning properly. Passed my test first time." He said proudly as he showed her his license. "George can drive too, just don't tell mum. She'll freak." But he was cut off by Emilie's lips smothering his, she could feel him smile which made her want to never stop.
"Alright alright, we're still in public Em." He winked before starting the car and driving out of the station. They both talked of their time when they were separated, catching up. Emilie realising Fred hadn't been writing as he'd been focused on driving. They pulled up to a car park near the leaky cauldron and lifted the suitcase out and heading inside and out onto Diagon Alley.
It had started to look back to normal over the summer but now all the shop windows were decorated in Christmas twinkling lights and little snowmen. It really was a sight as there were no broken windows, products all over the ground, the sky was turning a deep peach as the sun started to set and they entered the shop.
"There she is, my favourite almost sister in law." George shouted from the top stairs as he continued to stock the shelves. Emilie blushed a crimson red and laughed.
"What about Mione? She not good enough?" She shouted back up, as Fred put her stuff into his room.
"She scares me sometimes, Ron's right she's brilliant but scary." He looked scared and pulled a face of utter shock and laughed breaking character.
"Alright, ground rules of staying with us. The silencing charm and locking charm is your best friend. If you don't finish dinner, I'll do it for you. You can help out if you want and um what was the last thing Fred?" He called out to his twin.
"Don't get us mixed up?" Fred laughed appearing at the very top stairs, George nodded and started to climb back down the stairs towards their back room. He gave Emilie a hug and whispered something about not doing it anywhere outside the bedroom. Emilie turned red before climbing the stairs to the flat.
"Well I've gotta say, George is very dirty minded." Emilie muttered, taking a cup of tea from Fred and sitting down on one of their sofas.
"You clearly don't know me well enough." Fred whispered in her ear, sending chills down her spine. "I've missed you…" He trailed off starting to plan little kisses on her neck.
"Who's eager now?" Emilie whispered setting down her tea and getting up and pointing to the doors on the opposite side of the room.
"Left one…be there in a bit. Let you get settled in." He winked and Emilie disappeared into his room.
It was like she imagined, not too crammed. Large bed, drawers, ensuite bathroom. The average room, well there was two sets of storage. Two sets of drawers, two wardrobes. Emilie smiled to herself.
She opened her case and started to unpack. Picking out her normal pyjamas and changing. It may only be dinner but she was tired and ate on the way here. She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth, washed her face and tied her hair up into a messy bun. Dressing up for bed wasn't her style, even if Fred would be in the same bed.
Drifting back into the bedroom and climbing onto the bed, the scent of Fred's aftershave clung to the pillows and she took out her wand and started to practice some charms. Little things like fireworks and stars.
"You're not a bad charmer yourself." A voice said, taking her out of her little trance. Fred stood in the doorway, changed out of his work clothes and into plain bottoms and his favourite green t-shirt Emile hadn't stolen…yet.
"Tried already?" She asked politely, he nodded and closed the door muttered what she assumed to be the spells that were in George's rulebook.
Okay since I haven't wrote in a while here is a sort of filler chapter which is extra long. I could go on but I wanted to ask first. Who wants smut and who doesn't? I've never wrote any myself so I doubt it'd be that bad. I might add it but have a skip option.
Anyway new years resolution is to finish this! It's not really a plot story, more like if you wanted more here you are? Well you know the drill, leave a review
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