Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 16: Memories

**Chelsea's POV**

I can't help myself, somethings urging me to do it.

I grab his face in my hands and pull his lips towards mine. He deepens the kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist. My hands running through his mane of red hair. Realizing what I'm doing, I take a step back.

"I-I'm sorry," I say, running out the door. I come to a stop at the end of the stairs.

"Chelsea. Are you alright?" George asks, walking over to me. I zip past him and out the entrance. It feels like I run for ages as I come to a halt in a dark corridor. Where am I?

I wander around for awhile, occasionally poking my head around corners. I'm lost, how can I be lost?!.... Right, no sense of direction, that really helps!

...

**Fred's POV**

I race down the stairs after her.

"Chelsea, wait!" I'm blocked by George, who stands in my way at the base of the stairwell. I see her disappear out the portrait hole.

"What happened?" He asks, waving his hand in my face when I don't respond.

"She- she kissed me." I say, walking over to the couch where Ron and Harry are.

"So she's starting to remember you?" Ron asks, moving his chess pieces. He and Harry are laying on the floor, playing wizard's chess.

"I hope so." I mumble. What did it mean? Is she coming back to me?

...

"Where do you think she's gone?" I ask, standing up and stretching. My shoulder pops, causing me to jump.

She's been gone for an hour now.

"She just needs to clear her head, she'll be back." George replies, writing down a list of ingredients, for a future brew we'll be experimenting on.

Yeah, he's probably right. She doesn't remember me, so why did she kiss me? Wait... she doesn't remember! "She doesn't remember me!" I cry out. Causing George to look up.

"That is correct."

"She doesn't remember Hogwarts!"

"Yes, that is also correct... wait." He pauses, thinking.

"She wouldn't remember her way around!" We both yell out frantically. Ron and Harry jump back at our sudden outburst.

"We've got to find her!" I run to the portrait hole.

"Fred! She could be anywhere." George calls out to me, following behind, but lagging.

"I know! But I don't care! I don't want her bumping in to any Slytherins. They always want vengeance for her pranks! Even if she's helpless, they'll get revenge!" 

Where could she be?!

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**Chelsea's POV**

Where am I? I pull up in front of a large gargoyle. Why do I feel like I need to be here right now? Is it present time me? Does this mean something to her?

"Acid Pops." I say.

 Where the hell did that come from?

The gargoyle starts to tremble, slowly winding up in to a set of stairs.

"Nice!" I say to myself as I walk up. It must've been a password or somethin'.

You know, I probably shouldn't be doing this. I mean, a moving set of stairs could lead to anywhere. Oh well, looks like an adventure. Once again, curiosity has gotten the better of me.