Dear Fred, Love George

Hogsmead

(Unknown POV)

I walk into the Hog's Head thirty minutes before the supposed arrival of Fred Weasley. This was going to be a complicated night, and I wanted to have something strong before I watched this all unfold.

I glanced up at Aberforth as I entered, hoping that he wouldn't recognize me. It was unlikely. We had only met a couple of times, and the last time I saw him, I was being rushed down the tunnel behind Ariana's portrait. My gut wrenched. Now was not the right time to have a flashback or panic attack. Stay focused.

I kept my head down and went up to the bar. "One Beetle Berry Whisky, if you will."

I forgot what my voice was supposed to sound like, being silenced for a year. It sounded more gravelly than I remembered.

Aberforth cocked his head. "Do I know you, lad? You seem familiar."

"No. I've never been here," I stated in my perfect American accent "I went to Ilvermorny. Grew up in the States. My parents are muggles." 

"Oh, well, welcome to Hogsmead. I'll give you your drink in just a minute. Take a seat."

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I knocked back the rest of my drink as I heard the door open and close with a sighing groan. 

George stood in the doorway looking around for his twin brother and caught my eyes. We stared at each other, and something seemed to click into place within his mind. He strode over with large steps and sat down across from me.

(Third person POV)

George pushed open the door and looked around the room. He immediately caught eyes with a familiar face, even though he was certain that he had never met them before. He walked over expectantly, sitting down across from the bloke. There was something about the man's dark brown eyes that made George think about his own. This startled him. George hadn't looked in the mirror for at least 2 years. He looked down at his feet instead.

There was no one else in the little pub except Aberforth, George, and the stranger. There was silence. The stranger glanced around and muttered "Finite Incantatem".  George looked at the stranger again and nearly fainted. 

"No. No. No. You're dead. I'm dreaming. Yeah, this is a dream. That's it. I better find a way-"

"No, you're not dreaming," Fred said with a grin, "I'm alive, and I would like to give my dear brother a hug before he faints."

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Hello! I promised you guys this chapter a week ago, and here it is! It's kinda short, but I'm supposed to be working on homework, so here goes nothing. It's been nagging on my conscience, so I sat down and wrote it! I'll be back with another update soon. Give me suggestions on how you want the story plotline to go, and I'll keep them in mind while writing!

Hugs and Bloody Swords,

~KateInHogwarts