Adored - Fred Weasley

Chapter Twenty Five

You must have fallen back asleep because you found yourself waking up in the hospital bed for the second time, sunlight streaming through the windows and hitting your face.

As you sat up and rubbed your eyes, you heard your friends talking. 

"-finally awake?"

You heard someone talking. It sounded like Angelina.

Opening your eyes, you could see that all four of your friends were sitting around the bed, all smiling weakly. Katie, Lee, Angelina, and George.

You looked to your right, to Fred's bed, maybe he was awake too. 

However, there was now a curtain divider, blocking you from seeing him.

"Fred-" you said, finding your voice was raspy, "I need to see him."

"Of course," George said, "Madam Pomfrey said we could see him once you woke up so I'll go get her. But there's something you should know-"

"I know George," you nodded, not wanting to hear the words again, "I heard Pomfrey telling McGonagall last night."

Before George could go and get Madam Pomfrey to ask about seeing Fred, she came into view, walking right up to your bed.

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better, thank you," you replied.

That was a lie. You now felt even worse than you did the night before. You were so scared for Fred.

How much did Dilla make Fred forget? How successful was she in obliviating his memories?

"I'm assuming you all want to see him?" Madam Pomfrey continued, you and your friends all nodding in agreement, "You will all need to be very patient with him. It's still unclear if he affected." she said, walking over to the curtain.

You pushed back the bedsheets and stepped out of the bed. You were still wearing your dress. 

"Do you want us to wait?" Lee offered, "You can go change?"

"I can't wait any longer Lee. I need to see him," you said.

"I understand," he said, sympathetically, nodding and turning back to face the curtain.

Madam Pomfrey pulled back the curtain to reveal Fred laying in the bed, still asleep.

"Fred dear," Madam Pomfrey said, "wake up, your friends are here for you."

As Madam Pomfrey spoke to Fred, you and your friends gathered around his bed. 

"Alright, alright, I'm awake," you heard Fred groan, shifting in the bed and starting to sit up.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. Hearing his voice alone was a relief.

"Hey Fred," George said tentatively, "how are you feeling?"

As George spoke, your worries and fears filled your mind.

What if Dilla had made Fred forget everything? His own family, his personality, his life. Everything that made Fred Weasley, Fred Weasley. Who would he be?

"Not bad George," Fred replied casually, pulling you from your thoughts and back to reality, "just tired honestly."

George's face lit up. Fred remembered him.

"I suppose the obliviation cast on you was unsuccessful," Madam Pomfrey said warmly, a smile now on her face.

"Obliviation?" Fred said, looking to Madam Pomfrey.

"Don't worry about it now," she said, "most unsuccessful attempts at the spell result in not remembering just a few hours. That's why you don't remember it happening."

"You guys are all here," Fred said, looking at all of you, still standing around his bed.

He then looked at you and smiled right before he spoke. You felt your shoulders relax. He was okay.

"Hey, you're in my potions class, right?"

"No-" you whispered. It was the one word you could get out.

Your head began to spin, one thought filling your mind, repeating itself over and over. 

He doesn't remember you.

Your chest felt heavy. You wanted to run, but your feet stayed planted to the ground, still standing feet away from Fred.

"Fred," you said, your voice filling with desperation, "have you really forgotten me?"

He and his hazel eyes continued to stare at you acting as if he was officially meeting you for the first time. His hair was messed up, his tie loose around his neck, and his shirt's sleeves rolled up to his elbows. 

"I-I'm sorry, I guess I have," he said softly.

He didn't sound like he meant it. But how could he? You were gone from his mind. It wasn't his fault. Not even close.

You knew exactly whose fault it was.

You looked at your friends, and then to Madam Pomfrey, a couple of tears beginning to slip out of your eyes.

"Has anyone told Dumbledore about this?" you said, your voice shaking.

"I don't think so," Madam Pomfrey responded, shaking her head, "All his time and energy is on the capture of Sirius Black and those Dementors."

"Dilla Foxworth is responsible for this! She can't just get away with it," you said, your voice rising and starting to sound frantic.

Suddenly the hospital doors opened, Professor McGonagall walking through them and up to Fred's bed.

"Professor please you have to investigate or something!" you said to her immediately, "The room Fred was in, Dilla, the girl responsible, her wand is still there. It will show that her wand was the one that obliviated Fred."

"Both Madam Pomfrey and your friends have told me about this room. I did investigate and find a wand," she said.

"You did?" you said, "Well the wand belongs to Dilla and I bet 100 galleons that the last spell it cast was obliviate."

"We can't prove who the wand belongs to, but yes the last spell it cast was obliviate," McGonagall said, "I will find Ms. Foxworth, and if she has no wand then I will question her about last night,"  she said this as she pulled a wand out of her pocket.

"That's not Dilla's," George said stepping towards you and McGonagall.

You looked at the wand in Professor McGonagall's hand. He was right, it wasn't Dilla's wand.

"That's my wand!" you said in disbelief, "Dilla must have stolen it from my room! We sleep in the same dorm, so she has easy access. She's framing me!"

You were so panicked the night before, so angry, trying to protect Fred from Dilla that you hadn't noticed your own wand in her hand. It must have been Dilla's back up plan, in case you got away from Adrian. 

Dilla was winning.

And as for Fred, he didn't even know your name.