Left Behind 3: Curses

Believe

Hey guys. I have been having a really tough time mentally this last week. We opened p the ceiling in my basement to fix one leak and basically found out that I need to replace all my plumbing. All of it. That was not in my initial budget and I am trying to figure out how to make everything work so I can...you know NOT have a basement full of water and eat at the same time. I will still be updating as much as I can but things are kind of shitty on this end.  I hope things are better for you on your end and that my writing can make you smile. I will edit and post this chapter and then hopefully have enough steam to post the next chapter of Across the midnight sea as well. Cheers

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Day 21

When Fred Weasley had gotten word that Harry had been keeping to himself the fact that Draco didn't know that Hermione was alive he was livid. Beyond livid actually. He had never considered himself to have much of that temper that was always associated with redheads. He and George were birds of a feather-ducks to be specific-who liked to let things run off them like water and carry on. Occasionally though things would ruffle one of the twins feathers and this particular circumstance had Fred angry enough to want to call in an aerial attack.

In what world did it make sense to keep one of the most brilliant witches in the world in the dark about literally everything!

Mad enough that he could almost feel the steam coming out of his ears, Fred marched himself to his room with very specific intentions. He was not about to let this keep on going for one minute longer.

As he rustled through his trunk George sat by watching in silent brotherly support.

"It all makes sense now," Fred snapped.

George knew better than to ask what made sense, instead he just offered silent listening ears knowing he would get a full explanation later once his brother had cooled off a little.

"No wonder he didn't try and bloody see her," Fred shoved aside a box of chocolates and pulled out the wand that Hermione had been using at the manor; the one that Draco had given her to keep her safe. No one in the order had needed it and Fred had taken it for safe keeping with every intention of offering it to Hermione later once things calmed down.

Well he wasn't bloody well going to wait for things to cool down now.

Fred could only imagine what the blond haired boy was going though thinking Hermione was dead. When Fred had seen him the other night he had wondered at the strange actions, at Draco sneaking in and sneaking back out without so much as a word.

Draco believed Hermione was dead.

And based on the rumors George had informed him of, Draco blamed himself and that stupid bloody curse that Ron cast on him.

As soon as Fred's fingers closed around the wand he had been searching for he let out a steaming huff and stood up slamming the lid to his trunk closed.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Offered George.

Softening Fred looked at his brother.

"I do," said Fred. "But I don't thinking 'Mione is going to let me in if its the both of us."

"I understand," said George.

"Don't say anything to-"

George gave Fred a look and rolled his eyes.

"Of course you won't," Fred sighed. "Sorry."

George offered a smile and a shrug and Fred knew he was forgiven.

"Go save the day," George offered a smile. "I'll just be here...having seen nothing...reading." George pulled out a book and flopped onto his bed with great flourish and began humming quietly.