Chapter 3-

A/N: ok, at the moment all of my stories either here or on Wattpad seem to be getting dark, a bit too dark. So I'm sorry if this does start to be, especially seeing as I had planned it to be dark anyway when I started it but now it's most likely going to get out of control. Sorry. If it does start to get too dark, at any part of the story could you please message me or leave a review to tell me seeing as I don't seem to be registering how dark something is until I end up in tears re-reading it after I've posted it. So….yeah, enjoy

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Two years later…..

"George! We've got Harry Potter in our house! Isn't that bloody brilliant?" Fred asked me as we got into our beds for the first time this year, after the welcoming feast of our third year at Hogwarts.

"Yeah, it's great." I said stifling a yawn.

"You tired, Georgie?"

"Very. All that food must've done me good."

"Yeah. Night George, Lee." He shouted out to me and our room mate, Lee Jordan.

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We lasted an hour, one god damn hour, that's it!

Lee and I woke up an hour later to hear Fred screaming and kicking in his sleep. Lee had been our room mate for three years now and had gotten used to Fred's nightmares. They only happened about twice a year but he had gotten into the habit of getting his bedding and sleeping in the Gryffindor common room straight away. I silently thanked Lee again for not telling anyone about Fred's nightmares and the fact that he so graciously took to sleeping away from his bed. He really was a good mate.

I walked over to where Fred was apparently sleeping. I don't see how someone could scream as loud or kick as hard or spasm as much as he was without waking themselves up.

"Freddie? It's me, Georgie." I said as I climbed into his bed with him and hugged him for the rest of the night while I slowly got him to calm down.

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'Do you want to tell me what the dream was last night?' I wrote on a piece of parchment while we were in our History Of Magic class.

'No.' Fred sent back.

'We have to, and you know it.' I replied.

'I don't. And we don't. I'm gonna start going on those muggle sleeping drugs. I'm going to stop this.' He wrote.

'You know what Dad said about those. You'll get addicted to them and won't come out so good, Freddie. You know it too. You can barely stay off the potion mum makes you for your headaches.' His addiction tolerance was really low.

'Too bad.'

'Please Fred, don't.' I sent.

He didn't reply.

I spent the rest of the day trying to get him to tell me wha the dream was about, but when it got to when we were getting ready for bed, he still hadn't told me and he took two small, white pills out of his uniform pocket and had them, washing them down with some water.

"Goodnight Georgie."

"Nothing good about it Fred."

"Well, at least I'm not gonna dream." He said quietly as he quickly fell asleep.

"No, but you're making yourself worse." I mumbled and I too quickly found myself falling asleep under the effects of the drugs he took.

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