Life after the War

Dreaming of Fred

It was dark and cold. The apartment felt as if all the life had been sucked out of it. I looked to my right, where George should've been. But he wasn't there. I jumped out of bed and ran into Adams room. I rushed to his crib. He wasn't there either. 

I slowly walked out of the room into the living room. Sitting there on the couch was George. I started walking to him, but then I noticed something. 

George has only one ear. This person had two. That only means...

"Fred?" I croaked out. Fred turned around and smiled at me, mischief in his eyes. 

"Hello, love. Long time no see." He said brightly. "Come sit down." 

I stumbled towards the front of the couch and took a seat next to the red head. I stared at him, wondering why the hell he was here. "Fred, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"Well, I'm in your dream." He said it so sarcastically I had to laugh. Surprisingly, he laughed with me. My eyes stung, it had been too damn long since I heard him laugh. I wiped a few tears away from my eyes with my hand. "Don't cry, Lexi." Fred said softly. 

I shook my head, letting a few more tears fall down my cheek. "I miss you so much, Freddie." I then tackled him into a hug, causing him to be lying down on the couch with me on top of him. "It's not fair." I sobbed into his chest. We stayed like that for a while. Fred stroked my hair, whispering comforting things in my ear. 

Slowly, Fred sat up and I sat back down in my seat, wiping off the tears. "Look, I know it's not fair. But life isn't fair. You know, I'm kinda happy that you and George are together and are going to get married and you guys have little Adam. But I'm still the good looking twin, aren't I?" 

I giggled and nodded my head yes. "Of course, Fred. You'll always be the good looking one." I said as I placed one hand on his cheek. It didn't feel cold. It felt slightly warm. I took a deep breath in and stared into those chocolate brown eyes that I love. "I'm gonna miss you, Freddie." I whispered, still staring into his eyes.

He grinned. "We'll be together soon. The Marauders are keeping me company. So is George's ear." I smiled and shook my head at him. "I love you, Lex." He said quietly.

"I love you too, Fred."

I woke up, tears falling down my cheeks. I sat up and looked to my right. George wasn't there. The room didn't feel cold or lifeless though, so I got up and got dressed. I dressed in tan shorts and my Weird Sisters t-shirt. I ran a brush through my tangled hair. I decided to leave it down, I then grabbed my wand from the table beside the bed and put it in my back pocket. 

I walked down the small hallway to Adams room. He lay there, looking around at his suroundings, making little gurgle noises. I picked him up and walked into the kitchen, where George was sitting at the table, staring out the window. 

"You okay, Georgie?" I asked. He shook his head. I sat down across from him, still holding Adam in my arms. "What happened?"

"I had a dream about...Fred. He told me that he was happy about me and you. And Adam. Told me he missed me and loved me. We then hugged and told each other a few jokes and stuff. Then I woke up." He explained.

"I had that same dream..." I whispered. George stared at me.

"What?"

"He told me he was happy about us and we hugged and then I woke up." I explained quickly to George. "You know, maybe he just wanted to let us know that he was okay with us. With everything. With the wedding and Adam. To just let us know he still misses us and still loves us..." 

George sniffled and nodded his head. "Yeah..." Was all he could say. I handed Adam to George and started getting random things out from the refridgerator and the cabinets. 

I really miss Fred. There hasn't been a day since he died that I haven't thought of him. Sure, I love him. But I also love George. We're going to be getting married in two weeks. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if Fred had lived. Would he be the one I see every morning instead of George? Would I have even gotten preganant with Adam? Would Adam even be a boy if I had a child? Would I be getting married to Fred in two weeks instead of George?

With all these questions running through my brain, I had burned the eggs I was cooking. I pulled out my wand and pointed it at the eggs. The smell of something burning had dissapeared and they had stopped smoking.

"Sorry." I muttered to the eggs. It was silly, to be standing here apoligizing to eggs. But I felt sad that I had burned them. They didn't asked to be burned. 

I cleaned up the mess and started cooking some more eggs, the burned ones I had thrown in the garbage can. 

It was strange though, wasn't it? That me and George both had the same dream. I guess Fred just wanted to talk to us one last time...

A/N I"M SORRY FOR ALL THE FEELS!! But anyway I wrote a new book, Bullied. Please check it out. It only has one chapter so far but I think it's pretty good so far. I love you guuuuuyyyssss!!!!!!!!

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