Disclaimer: I do not own any of the HP characters. Tammie and Melinda are my original characters though. As is the storyline.
Note: First thing first, this is the sequel to The Forgotten Witches. So if you liked that one and want to read more, this is it. To those who have checked it out I thank you. To SiobhanPhelps: You are a trooper and amazing for keeping up and reading and commenting and I cannot wait for your comments to continue (thank you times a thousand).
Daydreams and Wishful Thinking
"Just a bit of a warning, mum's still a bit crossed about your decision to be at the Manor so I figured it was best if we got our greetings out of the way now" Fred said as Mrs. Weasley waved the remaining sparks away.
"Pretty sure she's not crossed with me…" I told Fred as he shrugged. "Besides, if I could've escaped from the Manor I would've ages ago" I told him.
"Tammie, dearie, how are you?" Mrs. Weasley said as she pulled me into a big hug, smiling sincerely.
"I'm well," I replied as she let go. "Sorry I had to leave so quickly those other times" I started but she shook her head.
"You're here now and that's what's most important; perhaps you can get this one to start acting proper and obedient, especially in public." She paused to shoot him a glare, I had to stifle a laugh.
"Mum, for the last time, it was all in good fun and no one was hurt" he replied but Mrs. Weasley turned to Melinda.
"How was America?" she said elbowing George out of the way so she could hug her. "It must have been so nice to have gone home for a bit" she added.
"It was indeed a good time, I was happy to see my family," she said as I watched Fred try and sneak around his mum to retrieve something lying in the grass. At first glance it looked a completely ordinary telescope, but knowing the twins it was anything but.
"I'm glad you got to visit and as you know it's never inconvenient for you stop by; you're always welcomed," she paused to nod at me. "Both of you." I smiled a thanks back as she gave Melinda another warm hug. "Now what do you have?" she snapped at the twins, George now huddled next to his brother, their toy slightly out of sight. "Nothing" George replied too quickly as Mrs. Weasley glared at her sons but I took the chance to grab Melinda go in the house.
The Weasley's house was tiny and cluttered, but it was homey. Warm and inviting and the only place I wanted to be. "So, Melinda, Tammie, you'll be squeezing into Ginny's room with her and Hermione, I hope it's not too tight of a space" Mrs. Weasley said as she came back into the room, wiping her hands on her apron as the twins followed in behind her. I glanced over at Melinda then twins, neither of them seemed bothered by what Mrs. Weasley took or didn't take.
"We should talk" George said loudly. I looked him and started to respond but he shook his head and nodded at Melinda.
"Okay" she responded, her voice trying to sound leveled but I noticed the tiniest hint of nerves. But before I could ask anything her and George went out of sight, leaving me with Fred and Mrs. Weasley.
"Hey" I said as Fred came closer.
"Hi" he replied cheerfully, hoping his hands behind his back as I nodded and looked around wondering where Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny were. "Wanna make out?" he asked as I looked back at him, one eyebrow arched as he grinned.
"No" I said quietly realizing Mrs. Weasley had been straightening the cloth on top of the fireplace, and though she didn't look over I knew she was listening.
"I tried" Fred said with a shrug. "Are you hungry?" he asked but I shook my head as he nodded again and started to move toward me.
"I said no" I told him trying to sound serious as I took a step back as he smirked and took another step toward me, this time grabbing me around the waist. "Behave" I hissed at him but smiled a little, I missed this. I missed him, I thought, not really hearing the footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Oh, you're busy" Ron said, his face bright red.
"No, I'm um, no, it's fine" I said pulling away from Fred trying to recompose myself as quickly as possible. "Hey" I added brushing my hair out of my face as I tried to resume a normal appearance.
"Tammie!" Hermione called, her footsteps running down the stairs, behind her Harry and Ginny.
"Hey guys" I said happily as I went over and gave each of them hugs.
"I thought Melinda came with you?" Hermione asked as I nodded and looked around and then shrugged.
"She's talking with George" I told her as Ginny raised both her eyebrows but smiled as she looked at Hermione.
"How's the prat Draco?" Ron said not bothering to censor himself.
"He's fine, misses you too" I teased as Ron rolled his eyes. "And anyway, let's not talk about him or the Manor, I'm here now—"
"But it's the Manor, why wouldn't you want to talk about that big ol' place?" Ron asked, this time I rolled my eyes.
"If she doesn't want to talk about it bugger off" Fred said giving him a look.
"So," Mrs. Weasley said coming from the kitchen—though I hadn't noticed she disappeared in the first place. "We will be going to Diagon Alley in the next few days so make sure you have your lists ready, I don't want to go twice, we'll buy what we can, but please, if anyone has any books that are not completely ruined please hand them down" Mrs. Weasley said as she placed a plate of cookies on the coffee table and went back into the kitchen.
"Finally, she's waiting til real late this time" Ron said grabbing three cookies. "Which is normally fine, but, it's just weird, you know, that she's waiting so long, she said—" Ron started but George and Melinda appeared out of nowhere, George pushing Ron aside so he could get some cookies.
"Where were you guys?" I asked Melinda but upon noticing how pink her face was I quickly figured out the answer. "Oh" I said frowning a bit.
"Be happy" Fred whispered as he handed me a cookie.
"It's not that…I just…" I shook my head as I trailed off. I had seen this before. Like déjà vu but not. "Um," I started still debating on what I wanted to say. "Congratulations" I decided on saying as Melinda gave me a funny look.
"Alright, come on, let's go outside and play a game, we can't all just stand around the living room eating cookies" George said.
"Is that because there are none left?" Ginny asked giving him a look.
"Here, last one, guys outside, it's nice, we can play Quidditch" he said as Harry and Melinda quickly rushed to follow him outside.
"You doing okay?" Fred asked taking my hand in his as I nodded and followed him outside.
"Tired" I lied as Fred nodded, either not caring enough to call my bluff or actually believing me.
"You can lay down in my room" he said after a minute with a wide grin.
"Right," I said sarcastically as he laughed and wiggled his eyebrows. "Or we can join the others and play—" I paused and shut my eyes. I was getting a headache, no, not a headache, one of those other things, like what happened before. I rubbed my eyes, trying to ignore the pain but it continued. "Damn it" I cursed quietly as I had to stop walking and hold my head down.
"Tammie, what's wrong?" Fred asked as I shook my head, trying to clear away the fog but it was too late, a blurry image was starting to surface.
I looked around, I was in the Great Hall, sitting at the Gryffindor Table, but no one seemed to notice I was in my ordinary clothes. But that must have been because I wasn't really there. I had yet to find me when this happened. I though as I looked around, it was certainly crowded I thought as I realized it was the first night, the sorting hat was placed on a stool, did they finish or did it just start? I wondered as I continued looking around.
My eyes fell on a girl across the room, she was in the standard black robes, but her tie was sliver and green, her crest the signature snake, though I couldn't find Draco along the rest of the line, I did see this girl. She looked young, kind of, my age? Maybe a little younger. She was pretty, I'd give her that. She had to be part veela, long flowing honey blonde hair, sparkling emerald green eyes. A heart shaped face. I could've sworn she was looking right at me, her grin said it was; not welcoming like most first year—which is what I assumed her to be since I had never seen her before in my life—and not shy. But, I couldn't think of the word. Evil? I started to open my mouth, to call out to her but the room erupted in applauds. Quickly I looked around, everyone was focused on the staff table; I looked too, Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, Flitwick, and, who was that? I squinted but still I couldn't see. I turned to look to my left, to ask the person next to me and nearly screamed when I saw a pair of ocean blue eyes staring at me.
I bolted up, my breath catching as I realized I was sweating and all tense. "Tammie, what the hell happened?" Fred asked as I realized I was lying on a picnic table, the others surrounding me.
"Move aside, let me give her this rag" Mrs. Weasley said, her voice coming closer as she pushed a damp cold rag on my forehead.
"What happened?" Fred asked again but I could only shake my head. I wanted to tell him what happened but I didn't know. "Tammie" he started sternly giving me a look.
"I dunno, I really don't" I told him as I felt myself tensing a little more.
"Give her room" Mrs. Weasley said pushing Fred back a little. "It's okay, just lay back down" she said as she sort of pushed me back down on the table. I wanted to tell her I was fine, it had happened before, but as soon as I opened my mouth she hushed me up and shooed the others away. "Just lay still" she insisted.
I did as she requested for the next half an hour, trying to not to overthink what I saw, but it was difficult, what else were you supposed to do after you just went into a weird trance and saw people you didn't know at a place you love? "Mum said you should have some tea" Fred said handing me a small cup as I slowly sat up to take it. "Now, are you going to tell me what's going on?" he asked as I signed and pushed the hair out of my face.
"When did you get all concerned and serious?" I asked him, half joking as he sat down and took my free hand.
"Since meeting you," he said as I sighed and took a sip. "What's up?" he asked, a little gentler this time.
"I think—I think something's wrong with me?" I started as he smiled, licked his lips and started to respond. "No, I mean, I think for real, like, I…" I trailed off for a moment, trying to think of how I wanted to word it, you just didn't tell people you randomly had images floating through your mind of, well, whatever it was. "I think I'm having visions" I said, the word foreign on my lips.
"Like Professor Trelewny?" he asked, not able to keep the humor out of his voice. I didn't blame him; that was the only person with visions I knew too.
"Yeah, but, more convincing" I said for lack of a better word.
"Have you told Melinda?" he asked but I shook my head.
"Haven't said anything to anyone" I told him as he nodded.
"Has it happened before?" he asked as I played with the handle of the cup.
"Sorta, just one, but, it was," I paused to shrug. "I dunno, simple, just of the house, I didn't think about it when it actually happened" I said.
"So what made this one more exciting? Was I in it?" he asked smirking.
"No" I said giving him a light slap. "This girl," I started setting the cup down. "She was maybe my age, or younger, she had to be younger, a first year, I had never seen her before. Anyway, she just looked, crazy" I said with a shrug looking at Fred to see if he thought I was crazy.
"Alright, so I have to protect you from crazy looking first years, hm, not exactly a challenge, but I think I like that over third and fourth year any day" he said as I rolled my eyes but let him kiss me. "Wait, what house?"
"Slytherin" I said as he crinkled his nose.
"Hm, I dunno, they are pretty mean…" he started as I giggled but turned around to face him, moving his hands to my lap.
"Oh, blue eyes" I said randomly as he furrowed his eyebrows. "Not you, I mean, in the thing, there were a pair of blue eyes staring at me" I told him.
"Were they attached to a face?" he asked but I only shrugged.
"I don't remember" I said which was honest, I couldn't remember. "But, I can't forget those eyes, they were just so, piercing" I told him as he nodded, patted my thigh and stood up.
"Come on, it's getting chilly" he said as I nodded and followed him into the house. "And maybe we should tell Melinda, you know, just so she doesn't freak out if this happens again, maybe she'll know what to do" he said. "But I think her and George are talking again" he said as we stopped in front of their door.
"They were just talking, what could they possibly be talking about now?" I asked wrinkling my nose but saw Fred was trying to hold back a laugh. I gave him a questionable look but he just nodded at the door. I listened for a moment but didn't need to continue standing there to know George and Melinda were not talking. "Oh c'mon" I told Fred who couldn't help but start laughing as I pulled him away. "We get back for two minutes and she's making out with George" I said as we sat on the couch, looking over our school lists.
"Must be lucky" Fred said in a moody tone.
"Well, she has been in America for some time now, so I guess it's okay and well, I'm assuming they're back together" I said more so talking to myself.
"Yeah, that's what they were off doing, he's missed her and obviously the feeling is mutual, I don't see why they should wait" Fred replied. I wanted to say something about Draco, but there was nothing to say. He had multiple opportunities to keep trying and he kept failing. She deserved better.
I was slightly taken off guard when Fred leaned over to kiss me. But this time instead of pulling away I smiled and let myself enjoy it. Though, as I kissed him I couldn't get those piercing blue eyes out of my head.
