his chosen one | harry james potter

Burning Memories

florence pov

I slowly opened my eyes to the blinding sunlight shining through the curtains. I turned around to see Harry peacefully sleeping. Then I attempted to peer over at Ron to see if he was still asleep.

Suddenly, thunderous snoring erupted from his bed. That was the confirmation I needed.

"Merlin, Ron." I muttered as I slipped out of Harry's arms and left the room.

My stomach rumbled loudly as I walked down to the kitchen for a morning snack.

"Morning darlin." A familiar voice greeted.

"Good morning Fred." I said as I sat myself up on the countertop. "Anyone else up?"

"Nope, just you and me. I was going to prank Ron and Harry this morning but when I peeked in I noticed a certain sleeping beauty in there and I thought it would be best not to wake her."

"Well, she is very grateful for that." I laughed as grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl and took a bite.

"So, I take it you and Harry are doing good these days, huh?"

"Oh yeah. We're doing great. Really great actually."

"Good. I'm happy for you. But remember, if you two ever......go your separate ways, you know where to find me." He winked cheekily.

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "Ah Freddie, always the flirt."

"Only to you." He grinned.

"Who's flirting?" Ginny asked as she walked into the kitchen.

"Who'd you think?" George asked as he followed behind her. "I know my twin better than I know myself, it's always gonna be him."

"Not always Georgie. Our little sis here has got herself a boyfriend." Fred sang. "She's a flirter too."

"Actually, Dean and I broke up."

We all turned to her in surprise. I had a feeling this was going to happen, but not so soon.

"Oh Ginny." I walked over to her and hugged her tightly.

"I'll kill him for you if you want." George offered.

"I'll bury the body." Fred finished.

"It wasn't that kind of breakup. We're still good friends." Ginny sighed, sadly as we pulled away. "Thanks Flo."

"Our offer still stands." The twins said in unison.

"Yeh well if I wanted someone dead I'd ask Flo's father." Ginny said as she looked at me.

"Touché." I said as both of us laughed at her dark humour.

I've learned to make jokes out of the pain, because otherwise it would drown me.

"What do you mean you'd ask Flo's father?" Fred asked, in confusion.

Mine and Ginny's laughter died out as the realisation hit us both like a ton of bricks. I hadn't told Fred and George about my parents yet.

Fear surged through me. I froze and turned around to look at them.

They both stood in confusion, staring at me curiously.

"Well come on Flo." George began. "Who's your father?"

I stuttered. "I-uh-I-"

"Shit." Ginny muttered. "Shit."

"It can't be that bad." Fred joked as he took a step towards me.

I looked at him fearfully.

His voice softened. "Flo?"