Bitter Sweet ( A Fremione Love Story)

Chapter 4

He was in darkness, it was pitch black. He felt as if he had been awake for days and days and there was a dull ache in his bones. He tried to open his eyes but when he did there was no difference, just darkness. Then a sharp burning smell started to infiltrate his nostrils and Fred began to panic. "The fire, we didn't put it out" he thought trying to get up but he couldn't. The harder he tried to move the more he felt stuck to his bed. Now that he thought of it his bed didn't feel like a bed. He was uncomfortable as there were various things sticking into his back and legs.

He still kept trying to move himself but he couldn't do it. "George" he screamed but his lips didn't move, nothing was moving and he couldn't feel anything accept the full aching sensation that flooded through him. Then he heard screaming, it was faint at first but he could just about put together some of the words. "No, no, no, Fred, no" screamed someone, a boy. "Percy" Fred thought, no it couldn't be. Percy wasn't here, but then who had the same high pitched shriek Percy did. On his other side he heard someone sobbing, another boy. "No, no it can't be" thought Fred, still desperately trying to release himself from this invisible bond keeping him tied down to wherever he was. "Ron"

He tried to scream but it was no use, it was as if his body didn't exist, like he was just a soul floating in the blackness. Then he heard a sickening shriek, it was a girl and she sounded as though she was being burned alive. Fred recognised it, it was Hermione. He struggled harder but he couldn't feel himself moving. As he floated the screams became fainter and further away. "Percy, Ron, Hermione, Hermione" Fred screamed at the top of his lungs but again he felt no movement from where his mouth should be.

Fred's eyes opened, he shot up and looked around his room. It was dark except for some light emitting from a torch that had been lit in the corner. He looked around again, George was sitting down white faced. Hermione was kneeling at his bed side, her hand had been on his chest. It wasn't there now, it was firmly by her side but he could feel where it had been resting as if it had burned him. She looked up at Fred, her face ashy, her eyes were brimmed with un fallen tears and there was a dull mark on her cheek her. "Are...are you alright" she stuttered, the look on her face made Fred's heart break.

She looked scared, scared of him. "Yeah...yeah I'm fine just a bad dream" said Fred, keeping eye contact with Hermione, focusing on her cheek. His blood ran cold "Did...did I do that" he asked.  His long hair was soaked in sweat and so were his duvets. "No I tripped, I used to have the same, bad dreams I mean" said Hermione, breaking eye contact with Fred and looking down at her lap where her hands now lay. "We'll need to change those sheets, we don't want you too get a cold"  she said suddenly, getting up and gathering the sheets off the bed. "Take everything off and get into the shower, I'll take care of these" she said abruptly nodding to the sheets she had gathered in her hands and walked out the door.

George looked at Fred. "Was it the same one" he asked, looking as if he too might cry. "What did I say" asked Fred, he knew what George was talking about. It was the same dream he had as a child, every night. George would have to sit and watch as their mother would tend to Fred, change his bedsheets because they would be soaked through with sweat. That is why these dreamed scared George more than Fred. George thought of them as a premanition of something to come, that they meant something. Fred refused to believe it, it was just a silly childish nightmare but now he wasn't so sure. He hadn't had it in years, why was he having it now?

Hermione shot up, she heard screaming and it was coming from next door. Somebody was screaming her name. She jumped out of bed and raced to the bathroom door, not caring about herself, not even taking her wand, she just wanted to make sure that everyone was okay. When she entered the twins room she was met with George who was sitting up in his bed, white faced. Fred was thrashing around under the covers of his duvet. He was the one screaming, Hermione ran to his side and looked at him helplessly. "What is wrong with him, George what happened what did you two do" she said over Fred's shouts. "It's the dream" George said not breaking his focus from Fred who was getting worse. "George what are you talking about, what dream. George he's going to hurt himself" she said, attempting to grab his wrists and pin him down. "Mione don't..." said George but he didn't have time to finish. One of Fred's arms flew up and hit Hermione's cheeks