my best friends brother - fred weasley

lix. a wedding

Since I had seen Draco Malfoy bleed to near-death in the bathroom, I begun to have frequent nightmares over the past month, from a disturbing dream every couple of days or so, to jolting awake in a cold sweat 3 times a night. Sleeping next to Fred at the Burrow seemed to help, but I still woke up to the quietest sounds during the night. In what felt like 20 minutes of me sleeping next to Fred on the couch, Harry and Ron arguing from outside is what managed to scare me awake.

"Come with me." Harry had said to Ron in the middle of the field. I watched them from the doorway.

"And leave Hermione and Clover? Are you mad? We wouldn't last a day without them." Ron fought back, angry at Harry for even suggesting that. "Besides, you still have the trace on you. And the wedding-"

"I don't care about the wedding. Sorry, no matter whose it is." Harry argues back, ready to take off away from the Burrow. "I've got to start finding these Horcruxes, he's getting stronger the longer we stay here."

"Tonight's not the night, Harry." I call from the door, heading towards them. "Now both of you need to get back to your beds before you starting waking up and pissing other people off." I snatch Harrys backpack off of him and head back to the Burrow, making sure that they're behind me.

The next time I saw Harry was in the kitchen the next morning. Fred and I were making ourselves tea and breakfast when he and Ginny strolled in next to each other.

"They haven't noticed us." Fred whispers to me and nudges my shoulders. I turn my attention away from my toast to see Harry zipping up Ginny's dress.

"Fred, that's your sister, stop watching." I whisper, turning back to my food. He eagerly taps me on the shoulder, pointing to them. When I turn around Ginny and Harry are in the middle of a kiss.

"Awh, that's so sweet." I gush, wrapping my arms around him as he takes a sip of his tea. I must've spoken too loud because both Ginny and Harry turn to face us, mid-kiss.

"Mornin'." Fred raises his tea in the air, making the two of them blush a bright red. Ginny bolts up the stairs and Harry stands as still as possible. Fred gives him a classic older brother stare, watching him as close as he can as Harry runs out the door.

"I'm going to have to have a chat to him." He grunts.

"You sound an old man." I roll my eyes, turning to look at him. "Will you get that thing out of your head." I swat at the spoon that he's jabbed into his wound from last night. Before he can respond, a tall, bony man walks through the door, looking around.

"What's the Minister of Magic doing here?" Fred mumbles to me, eyeing the man up and down. Hermione, Harry and Ron follow in after him, gesturing for me to join them all on the couch. Fred excuses himself, going to help out with the setting up of the wedding.

The four of us are all squished onto the couch I slept on, watching as the Minister, Rufus Scrimgeour, sets out a piece of paper in front of us. We look at it with blank faces, confused by what we're meant to be looking at. The paper flies into the air and the Minister starts reading.

"Herein is set forth, the last will and testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." We all adjust in our seats, uneased by both Scrimgeour and why he's reading out Dumbledore's will to us. "First, to Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, in the hope that when things seem most dark it will show him the light." He passes Ron the device. When Ron flicks the cap, the light from the room travels into it, and returns back to the lightbulbs when he flicks it again.

"Wicked." Ron grins, putting the device in his pocket.

"To Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my personal copy of 'The Tales of Beedle the Bard', in the hopes that she find it both entertaining and instructive." He hands the small book to Hermione, who doesn't say a word.