From friends to this -Year six (re-uploaded) Book 1/4

Chapter 39 and Entry 5

"The sunsetting was like a moment of quiet before the night time," Tara yawned, her head resting on Fred's chest, "Before the eeriness it all."

"But St. Mungos is always open, how could it be any more eerie than usual?" Fred asked, playing with Tara's hair as he intertwined it between his fingers, "Wouldn't it just be as scary or just loud instead?"

"That was the day time," she told him, "The night, people tried to be quiet, more calm even though everything was just the same as the day time, it made it feel more creepy."

"Fair enough,"Fred admitted, "So that's the reason you like sunsets and sunrises?" He mumbled tiredly, "I thought it was because they were like company."

"They were," Tara agreed, "They were like a friend warning me of what was going to happen and reassuring me when it was all over."

"You know," Fred whispered, "I always underestimate just how intelligent you are."

"I don't think that's intelligence," Tara chuckled softly, "Seeing the sky as a friend? That's more delusion than anything."

He laughed quietly, sighing afterward, "You're mental, Tonks."

"But now I have real friends," Tara continued, "And now I can just look at the sky and appreciate it for what it is."

Tara felt Fred shift as he titled his head at an angle so he could look at Tara's, "Happy birthday, Tara" he said, "Seventeen is just the beginning of all you're gonna do."

She smiled. He kissed her hair before putting his head back down, "You'll be fine."

"Thank you," her voice danced in the silence, volume barely even a whisper, "You've turned what I thought would be the most stressful night of my life into something special."

"Anytime," he replied.

After a couple minutes Tara felt Fred's body relax as his breathing slowed into a sleep. She cuddled closer, an arm wrapped around her and closed her eyes.

****

"Morning, lovebirds."

Fred stirred while Tara jolted awake, she sat up and rolled her eyes when she saw George, standing above them, his mother's clothes on and a teasing smirk on his face.

Fred rubbed his eyes while Tara stood up, "Morning..." she greeted her friend begrudgingly.

"How's the date going?" He asked, kicking his twin, "Have a nice time last night?"

"It was great," Fred yawned, rubbing the side George's foot just hit, "Until you showed up."

"Breakfast starts in half an hour, my potion wore off early and Filch will be around soon," George told Fred simply.

Tara nodded, "Shove off now, will you?"

"I'd actually prefer to stay," George sighed, crouching down to Fred, who had began to sit up, "Talk to this one."

"I'll hex you so hard you'll wish you were never born," Fred threatened, glaring at his brother.

"Already wish I wasn't," George sang, "Or at least was born without you being my lifelong curse," he added with a shrug. He stood up and reached into the basket Fred had brought, he pulled out some black school robes, "Get changed," he instructed, "You look terrible."

Tara watched the two, entertained, as Fred took the robes harshly from George's outstretched hand and scowled, "I wish I wasn't a twin."

George laughed, "You think I wanted anything different?" He turned on his heel, "Love you Freddie boy!" He called over his shoulder before opening and closing the door in one swift motions.