Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 36: The Grubby, Hairy Man

**Fred's POV**

A sudden breeze sweeps through the castle, sending shivers down my spine.

"Where could she be?" I run over to the others that have gathered back at the Room of Requirement.

"She left the Astronomy Tower 15 minutes ago." Stacey informs, checking her watch.

She was on the right track, the others were on look out as she found each note. But now...

"Hey, we'll find her. Knowing Chelsea she probably got distracted by a crack in the wall." Erin comforts me. We let her in seeing as she knows Chelsea the best- apart from me.

"Yeah, but I can't help but to feel worried... Where's that breeze coming from anyway? It's only just hit Autumn."

We all gather around a nearby window to find the sky a dark grey, the ground covered in a thick, smokey fog.

"Hey! What's that?" Aradia cries out, pointing to at least a dozen cloaked figures.

"They're..." Heather and I lean in closer to get a better look, the others following. "Dementors!"

"But that's impossible." Aerrow states. "They're only found in Azkaban and the Ministry of Magic, why would they be out this far?"

"No idea, but we need to tell Dumbledore." Heather starts in the direction of Dumbledore's office, the rest of us following in pursuit.

...

"I have no idea." Dumbledore says as he pets his bird.

"Sir, there were dementors." Heather argues.

Dumbledore looked at us with understanding. "I've heard, but I'm afraid without evidence I cannot do anything." His once gleeful eyes sadden.

"But sir-" Heather goes to say before Aerrow places his hand on her shoulder.

"Come on, we'll figure something out. Thanks for your time Professor."

"Oh anytime." He smiles at us as we leave.

"Well what do we do now?" Aradia asks.

"...We find Chelsea."

...

**Chelsea's POV**

I feel the cool breeze combing through my hair, a warm light heating up my skin. Opening my eyes I find I am in a small, rickety room. The floor covered in muddy footprints, the walls splintered with sharp pieces of jagged wood, cracks on the sides of a window big enough to light the room.

"Where am I?" Sitting up, I find myself placed in an old bed with half a headboard. The sheets look like they haven't been washed in... well they're old enough that if your were to say drop them on the floor they'd shatter. The window is covered in dust so thick you'd need a hazmat suit and some acid to break few the first few layers.

Slowly I climb out of bed only to find myself on the floor. "Ow oweeoweeowee." A sharp, hard pain surges through my body, leaving me limp on the floor.

Painstakingly, I slide up against the wall behind me, and pull myself up.

"Awake, I see." In a split second I grab my wand from my pocket, pointing it at the grubby, hairy, thin looking ... Man?

"Who are you!"

"Hoho, quick one aren't you? And you descend from Percy Gidget, clumsiest man I ever knew."

Percy Gidget? My Percy Gidget? "You knew my father?" Suddenly all previous questions to find out who this person was flew out the window, my natural curiosity getting the better of me once again.

"Why of course."

"Wha- how!?"

"Well, your parents helped me when I was just older than your age, fled my own home because I was different." He paused, looking up at me. Smirking as I urge him to go on.

 " And your parents, only dating at the time, had also both left home. Your Mum's mother did not like your father and so they left, moved in together and let me stay with them along the way, didn't care if I was different or not, loved me for who I was and didn't think of me as a freak for having magic. I introduced them to some of my friends, James and Lily Potter and Remus Lupin, who treated them like family in an instant.

"You may know their son, my God-son, Harry." He sits down on the bed.

"You're... Harry's God-father?" This is hard to believe, but then again I live in a magical world that I thought was only a story till I was 11.

But then he looks so familiar.

"Haven't seen the little tyke since he was only a baby, had his mothers eyes you know?" His eyes glisten with the memories of his past. "That was a long time ago." He moves to get up, till I pin him with my wand jabbing his throat.

"You haven't answered my question." I regain my senses, the child-like enthusiasm to hear the stories hidden deep. "Who. Are. You?"

He looks me in the eyes. "Now is that any way to treat your god-father?"

God-father? Is there someone else behind me?

Spinning around, I find no one. But I should have guessed that seeing as I'm leaning against a wall...

But he's just a good family friend.. so he says. He knows my parents though, as well as Harry's. God-father though?

"Your parents and I were VERY close. So now I have three god-children."

Three?

"I can't wait to see your brother again." He smiles at me.

"I don't have a brother." I reply flatly. He's lying, all a cover up so I won't kill him.

His smile falters. "What? No, you do. Jesse- no, he can't be." He gasps, his eyes looking all around the room as his hand goes up to his mouth. Realization dawning upon him. Quite dramatic if you ask me.

"You're lying."

"I am not!"

"I don't have a brother!" I yell at him, jabbing my wand harder at him.

...

"Chelsea." A voice laughs.

Looking over I see a small boy.

"Let's do it again!" He grabs my hand and pulls me up the hill. Once at the top he jumps and rolls down.

I feel myself spinning as I near the bottom of the hill.

"Careful." He laughs as I land on top of him.

"Be careful, kids." Looking up I see Mum poke her head out of her bedroom window, grinning down at us. "Jesse, look after your little sister."