Chapter 4-

It had been about a month of him using the muggle drugs and I had half a mind to report him to McGonnagal. I knew I wouldn't but it was seriously tempting. The effects it had on me was starting to become intolerable. Weird highs and lows in moods. I now knew what it was like for girls during their monthlies. I inwardly shuddered at the thought. It was scary. I never knew what mood I was going to be in. Fred seemed to love it though. He loved the weird mood swings and how it felt if he had just had one. I was pretty sure he was addicted, to tell the honest truth. Well, at least I knew I was and I had only ever had them through the bond, I'd never had the full force.

He only used them about once a night now. His nightmares got really bad and he had been getting them heaps when the school year first started. He said it was something about a room with a big mirror and a wall of fire around it, and a man with a face on the back of his head.

And the same, strange green light. Always the green light.

But now the dreams were slowing down. Mainly because I think our body's need the non-drug induced sleep too musch to be able to show any dreams, let alone nightmares.

We were going home soon though, and I knew that I was telling Dad. Mum would most likely find out anyway so maybe both of them. At the same time so that Mum can't shoot the messenger….. again.

"Georgie?" I looked toward Fred's voice and saw Fred in the corner, crying again.

I closed the book I was reading and got off my bed, walking over to Fred. "Yeah, Freddie? What's wrong?"

"You-you know how I get-t the nightmares, right?" He asked.

I almost snorted. How could I not? "Yeah, of course I do, Freddie." But nonetheless I still spoke in a slow, calm voice for him. He didn't need things like that at the moment. He needed understanding, truth, and kindness.

"Well, I-I just had one…. While I was awake." He said before bursting into even more tears. "I could feel the fire, and the way the back of that man's head was stretching…. Georgie," He looked up to me hoping beyond hope that I understood that I cared, "I can't do this anymore." He said while looking into the eyes so identical to his. He curled up into a tighter ball, and I wanted to too. To stop holding him and have him hold me, I never wanted to be the grown up and he the kid. We were supposed to be together, both mentally and emotionally as well as physically. It wasn't fair!

"Um, guys?" I heard Lee ask.

I looked up to our best mate ever since coming to Hogwarts. "Go get McGonnagal."

And I just curled up, holding Fred as I heard Lee's footsteps race to find the head of Gryffindor.

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