Summers at The Burrow - Fred Weasley

Chapter Forty-nine - The Visit

The last thing I could recall was being in the headmaster's dimly lit office. I had a bloody nose and was a bit lightheaded from the altercations with the minister which were entirely his fault but I wondered now if I would get into trouble or if I could get away with confunding him. I could probably get Dumbledore to use the confundus charm on him.

I jolted in my chair and felt a loud squeak that must have come from the old wood that it had been crafted with. I sat up and found that I was still slumped in the chair and Dumbledore was sat at his desk ignoring the fact that I had been here the whole time passed out.

"Professor?" I asked and he looked up from his half moon spectacles at me waiting for me to continue. "Has anything happened since I blacked out?" I asked another question.

"Well, i am surprised you even know that you blacked out. I have been waiting for time to catch up and it seems we have arrived at that moment." he replied.

"what is that supposed to mean?" I questioned.

"your father is in professor flitwick's office locked up until the ministry officials set the dementors on him to perform the kiss. If I am not mistaken Harry and Hermione will be arriving with Buckbeak shortly so you best get a move on. the staff are aware that you have been granted permission to visit but only a select few have chosen to be enlightened by the recent acquisition of knowledge." he replied.

"Does my father remember me?" I asked a final question as I began pushing the door open.

"I think you should ask him that yourself." Dumbledore said and I smiled to myself as I slipped past the door. it had not occurred to me that i had recently acquired an injury to my face but when i felt my nose it was as if it was never bleeding and there was only a small dried split down my lip. At least I did not look like a total wreck as I was going to see my father.

thoughts flooded through my mind as I raced through the school not bothering to take the tunnels as I lit my wand through dark halls until I reached the staircase that led to Flitwick's office. It was in a tall tower which was shocking for a man of the professor's stature but he was magic after all and the steps were short and frequent as if they were made for someone with smaller feet than i.

I was walking on my tiptoes up the steps since my food did not fit all the way onto the step and that made my steps even quieter as I turned my wandlight off since the tower was well lit with torches and candles in the small arched window frames.

When I saw that the top was near I took a deep breath and paid no mind to the fact that I had slowed down significantly. It had been over thirteen years since I had last seen my father and I barely remembered him and yet all the memories were flooding back. for a three year old to remember all of this was astonishing but i guess i had not recalled until my mind brought the memories out of storage.

I remember my father coming to visit my mother and I. He took me out of the house and we met the Potters at a park where they had their infant son laying on a picnic blanket. I remember not really being interested in the small human as I was more interested in being passed around like a hot potato between my father, James and Remus who was also there and seemed reluctant to join in the game.

I remember while at the park I ran into Lily's arms and she hugged me tightly. It was the best hug I had ever received at that age from a mother because my mother never hugged me. She only ever held me when she was putting me to sleep but Lily loved hugs. I remembered that she loved hugs.

a new memory flooded to my mind now. My father was having some home troubles and so Remus let him live in his flat. My father brought me with him to the flat and I lived there with them for a little while until everything went wrong in our little world and I was forced back into my mothers cold unloving arms.