Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 24: What Will The Future Hold?

"What do you have today?" Fred asks as we walk hand in hand down a hallway from breakfast.

"Art, Muggle Music, Advanced Potions and Care of Magical Creatures, then lunch, Transfiguration," I groan, "and Divination."

"Starts off a good day then, what about the other classes?" Fred looks at me, he's the only one that knows I have extra classes. Why? You'll find out.

"Astronomy, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Ghoul Studies, History of Magic, Herbology and Charms."

"Why do you take so many classes?"

"Because I'm a high-ranked student, and McGonagall said it'd be best. She doesn't just give these to anyone." I hold up the time turner as we turn a corner.

"I know... but you've been so tired lately. Always dozing off in the afternoon classes." His face not as cheery as it usually is, I love seeing him happy, but now I'm making him worry about something so fickle.

"I've only had it since Easter so I'm a little weary, but I'll get the hang of it." Fred doesn't looked convinced. "You don't need to worry Freddie, I'll be fine."

"Don't wear yourself down and I won't worry." He plants a kiss on my forehead as we stop in front of the art room. It's not very big, one of the smallest rooms in the castle with around six two-seater desks, some easels and bookcases full of paints, brushes and crafts line the four walls.

"I'll see you in Care of Magical Creatures." I smirk, pushing him away.

"Then the future you in Herbology and then again in Transfig." He calls over his shoulder as he walks off with his hands in his pockets and taking cocky strides until I can no longer see his flaming mane. What a dag.

"Chelsea!" A voice floats down the hall.

"Hahey Slytherin, haven't seen you since before the holidays." I say as I spin around.

"Yes, how've you been?" He asks as we walk in to the art room.

"Pretty good, a few minor happenings but all around swell." He looks at me weirdly. "What?"

"You sound so British now, where's the Aussie gone?"

Now that I think about it I don't sound as different from the others anymore... they've rubbed off on me! Bloody British. I still use the Aussie slang a lot, but my accents disappearing. "Still here matey."

The day passes so slowly, Art was fine- it was just Gideon and I with 2 first years, all muggleborns. No one else understood art like us, or they just weren't interested, I for one love art- my whole room is covered in sheets of paper with doodles or paintings on them. I'm not the best, but I'm fine with what I've got.

Advanced Potions was dreary, Snape was showing us how to create draught of living death, a little amateur for me though, but the fourth years were arguing differently.

Care of Magical Creatures was interesting, Professor Kettleburn went from teaching to telling us how he lost his limbs. I love when teachers come off course like that, and Kettleburn was one of the most interesting. He's lost all limbs apart from one arm and half a leg, all in class too! Fred and I were trying to flick papers in to his beard as he was talking and he has such bad eyesight he didn't even notice the nest of small paper balls nestle in amongst his beard, even when he stood up when class ended they stuck.

"Alright, I'll see you in Herbology." He winks.

...

Having a time turner is great, you get to take extra classes- which isn't awesome but it's pretty cool-, you get to pull pranks on others and they can't suspect you because in the past you were standing right in front of them! It's just great.

I've had my time turner for a few months now, and the school year is drawing to a close. I can't believe we'll be fourth years soon, I'm excited and nervous at the same time. We have to do owls next year... And I don't know how I'll go, or what I want to do when I'm older. I just-

"Chelsea." Fred calls at the entrance to the common room. I look up as he walks over.
"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." I say, unsure. I'm a little worried, I know I have plenty of time to figure out what I want to do when I'm older but... What if I finish school and have no job, no home-... No Fred.

"You promised." He tilts my chin up and looks me in the eyes.

"I'm just thinking about what I'll be when I'm older, what I'll do as a profession. What if I fail the Owls next year?"

He wraps me in a hug and rests his chin on my head. "You'll do great, I have faith in you. And you have plenty of time to think about getting a job, you don't need to worry right now."

I rest my head in his shoulder. As usual he's right, I have no need to worry.

"Now come on," he holds out his hand, "it's the last meal before the school year ends. Lets go enjoy it."

I slip my hand in to his as we walk out through the portrait.

"I can't believe we're at the end of another school year!" Erin says excitedly as we join the others at the table. I notice Gideon isn't sitting next to her as he usually does when they join the Gryffindor table for meals.

"Yeah, it's gone by so fast. It'll be graduation before we know it." Heather states.

"I know right? But I'm set for what I want to be." Erin replies enthusiastically.

"What's that then?"

"A healer.. or a wandmaker."

"Nice, I wouldn't mind playing on a quidditch team." Heather says, acting like she's flying a broom. She's great at quidditich, even though she's not on the team.

"I want to write for the daily prophet." And soon everyone starts listing off what they want to be when they finish school. What do I want to be? I don't know. How am I supposed to know? Everyone's already decided their life choices and I'm left behind.

**Fred's POV**

"I want to write for the daily prophet." Stacey adds in. Everyone starts saying what they want to be. I look over at Chelsea to find she's shrunk back in her seat on the bench.

"Fred, what do you want to be?" Hmm?

"Huh?.. Oh, George and I want to run a joke shop, for students so they can bring stuff to school." My mind is off the topic.

"Chelsea?" George asks. Chelsea looks up to see everyone's eyes on her. I can see that she's freaking out on the inside, even though she's masking it up on the outside.

"Oh...-" She starts to say before Dumbledore's voice booms throughout the Great Hall. I wrap my arm tightly around her as she leans in to my shoulder. I feel her heart beating a mile a minute.

I'm worried for her.