Agent

The Secret

Currently sitting on a mattress on the floor in Ginny's room, fiddling with my blanket Jay got me before I left Chicago to come here. To the Burrow. I was simply staring at the ceiling, its was extremely quite. Which you should expect it to be at 4:30 am. I checked the clock on Ginny's bedside table to double check. I sighed and got up. Ginny and Hermione were fast asleep on the beds. two nights ago when I arrived I persuaded Hermione to have the spare bed and for me to sleep on the floor. I really didn't mind it. I have many homes and the two in which I stay at the most (my parents and Carlisle's) I have really nice bedroom's which I'm extremely lucky for so I don't mind what so ever. I was overcrowded with thoughts; I didn't have a clue how I was going to ell everyone yet. Especially Fred.

I walked down the stairs heading into the kitchen, missing the steps I knew would creak. I didn't want to wake anyone up and I knew the kettle would do just that. I head outside, with my blanket in my hands, still fiddling with it. I sit in my usual spot under the big oak tree around the side of the burrow. It was one of the most, if not the only peaceful place in the burrow.

I've never minded the loudness of the burrow its always felt quite 'homey' but on a morning peace was the right thing I needed. To clear my head of any thoughts, stress, so I can get on with the upcoming day.

thoughts kept streaming around my head like an ocean on a stormy night: 'will Fred be mad?' 'will they all be mad I kept this HUGE secret from them for so long?' 'how will they react?' 'will they think I'm strange like a lot of people in Chicago,.. America in fact do?'- I tried to drain them out like how you do with bath water, but it wasn't as easy as simply removing the plug from the bath. More like there was a ginormous obstacle course to even get to the bath, or the plug was superglued shut. unable to ever open.

I heard footsteps behind me once most of my thoughts turned into whispers compared to the loud screams they were many moments ago. I turned my head to see it was Fred. I already kind of guessed it was him since I read his thoughts. It seems to be a recurring thing that on a morning its harder to control my powers with such a tired and full head.

"Hey, love." he says in his morning tone.

"Hi" I manage to break free of the thoughts that absorbed me seconds ago.

He sat down next to me, making me turn to face him again.

"What's wrong?"

this is where you tell him, he can help you tell the others. I thought to myself for a moment before answering his question.

"A lot of things are wrong, I guess. I just don't know how they're wrong."

"Tell me, I can help. you know I'm here for you, right? Always will be." I nod my as I place it on his shoulder.

"Well to put it in the simplest version ever; I have a secret.. a pretty big one and Carlisle is finally letting me tell you and the others. But its really stressing me out. On how to tell yous, how you'll all react. Every part of it really."

"Look, I love you, everyone else does too. We're not going to judge you"

"I love you too, Freddie.. but I'm not too sure whether you're correct about not judging me. Not so much you, but everyone else, mainly everyone at Hogwarts who aren't here. Who don't really like me to begin with because I live with vampires."

"You know that's not us, and if people do they'll have me to talk to."

I smile at his words, knowing he's right.

" Anyway I think I might know bits of the story.." I look up at him confused. " Well first thing I noticed was your letters you wrote to me were taking a week to get here, sooo I went to your house... well I got Errol to send a letter to your brother Edward to ask why they were. he wrote back almost instantly and said you were in Chicago and you would explain when you got here."