Dreams

Shrugging, George once again wielded his stick. This time, he tapped it hard on the ground three times.

"Good Night, Percy!" George cried.

"I told you two to stop doing that! Now there's dust all over the place!" Percy yelled back. The twins laughed at their older brother.

"When do we listen?" George whispered to Fred. He shrugged his shoulders.

By eight o'clock a.m. Fred was up and dressed. His twin was still fast asleep, but Fred could not stand laying in his bed any longer. The reason for his distress was a dream he had during the night, and he had a very high suspision that he had seen the events of this dream before.

George, Harry, and Fred were playing Quidditch at Hogwarts. They had just won against Slytherin, and the green clad players were in a very foul mood. A boy George had said was called Draco Malfoy snorted.

"Save Weasley's neck, haven't you?" he crowed to Harry. "I've never seen a worse keeper...but then he was born in a bin...Did you like my lyrics, Potter?"

Harry didn't answer. He walked towards the rest of his cheering team mates, who were now landing. All of them were yelling and punching the air, all except Ron. He was down over by the goalposts, looking upset.

"We wanted to write another couple of verses. But we couldn't find rhymes for fat and ugly — we wanted to sing about his mother, see-" Malfoy called again.

Angelina cast Draco a dirty look while Alicia and Katie congradulated Harry.

"We couldn't fit in useless loser either — for his father, you know-" The Slytherin yelled.

Fred and George realized who the blond haired boy was talking about and stiffened.

"Leave it," Angelina said, tugging on Fred by his arm. "Leave it Fred, let him yell, he's just sore he lost."

"-But you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?" Malfoy continued, his pointed face sneering. "Spend holidays there and everything, don't you? Can't see how you stand the stink, but I suppose when you've been dragged up by Muggles, even the Weasley's hovel smells okay-"

By now, Harry had to take a hold of George. It was taking the combines efforts of Angelina, Alicia, and Katie to stop Fred from jumping on the laughing Malfoy. Harry looked for the help of Madam Hooch, who was reprimanding another Slytherin player however, and didn't hear Draco's insults to the Weasleys.

"-Or perhaps, you can remember what your mother's house stank like, Potter, and Weasley's pigsty reminds you of it-" Malfoy plowed on, his pale face screwed up in a smirk.

A second later, both George and Harry, who had been trying to restrain the red head, were flying at Malfoy. Harry, with no time to take out his wand, merely balled the fist with the Snitch curled in it, and sank it deep into Malfoy's stomach, George following his lead.

"Harry! Harry! George! NO!"

The two boys ignored the screaming, Malfoy's yells, George's swearing, and proceded to beat the no longer sneering Slytherin into a bloody pulp. They didn't care until he was thrown backwards by Madam Hooch's spell.

Next thing George, Harry and even Fred knew, they were banned from Quidditch and their broomsticks were confiscated by a hobbile, toad looking woman.

Fred was down stairs, sitting at the kitchen table. He had put toast in the toaster, and when it was done, coated it in butter and maramlade. Now that he was finished eating, he was left with his thoughts. He mulled the dream over in his head. Why did it seem so familiar? Had he seen it before, or was it his mind playing tricks on him?

At eight forty-five, Fred could wait no longer and hurried up the stairs to wake George. He felt that his twin would be able to solve everything. If this was a real event, since George was there in his dream, he would be able to tell Fred if it had actually happened.

When Fred approched George's bed, his twin made no signs of waking up. His hair was smashed into the pillow, and a steady drip of drool was coming from his mouth. Maybe I should let him sleep Fred thought, But then again, he had been asleep for nearly nine hours...

"George..." Fred said, poking the sleeping red head in the arm. He barely moved, only let out a louder snore. "George." He tried again.

Nothing was happening. No opening of the eyes, and definatly no creasing of the drooling. If anything, it looked as though it had increased.

"George!" Fred yelled, sorry to have to resort to this method. His twin imidiently jolted awake, his ice blue eyes wide.

"What! I told you the Skrewts were locked in the girl's lavatory...oh, hi Fred." George said, yawning hugely. "What time is it?"

"Nearly nine." Fred told him, ripping back his twin's covers and shunting him from the bed.

"How long've you been up?"

"About forty-five minutes." Fred informed him.

"Figures. You were always the early bird..." George mused.

"Yes well that's not really why I was up this early." Fred started, braiding his fingers worriedly. Would his brother think he was a nutter? "Well, I had this dream last night, and I have this weird feeling that it might have actually happened in real life."

George sat up sraighter, eager to hear his brother. Could he be regaining his memory?

"Tell me then."

Fred told George all about his dream. He lingered on the details of the people inside it, on Draco's arogant voice and on the toad lady's evil personality. By the end of it, the red head was very worried, as George had not said a word the whole time. When he had finished completely, Fred's twin nodded.

"That did actually happen. Merlin, I forgot how much I hated that Umbrige woman-well Umbrige creature." George said thoughtfully.

"It actually happened?" Fred asked, a flush running to his cheeks.

"Yup." George replied, popping the 'P'. "Can you hand me a piece of paper, please? And a quill? They're in the drawer to your left in the desk behind you."

"Sure." Fred said, walking over to the desk and retriving the items. "What are you doing?"

"I'm writing a letter to St. Mungo's. They told me that if you had any changes in your memory, that I need to write them to tell them." George explained, gesturing to the paper infront of him.

Dear Who Ever It May Concern,

My brother Fred Weasley, a pacient at this hospital, has been in a coma for a year and has recently woken up, only to discover that his memory had been lost. The people who had been taking care of him told me to report any changes in his memory. Well, he has just recovered a memory by seeing it through a dream. He dreamed last night that him and I have been banned from playing Quidditch after a fight, and it just so happens that that had actually happened.

Best regaurds,

George Weasley

He finished the letter, and tied it to the leg of Percy's owl, Hermes. Fred watched it fly off in the direction of St. Mungos.

I know this one is short. I hope you liked it though. Thanks for reviewing, those of you who had, and it would be great to get somemore reviews! Happy Thanksgiving!

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