Not A Coincidence (Fred Weasley)

Ch 37: An Original Marauder

**George's POV**

I hate seeing him like this. All sad and mopey. It's like he's dead... but he's not because I swear I just saw him blink.

But just in case...

"Gah." He grunts as I poke him in the side.

"Hey Freddie." I squat down in front of the couch he's taking up.

He huffs, staring in to the light of the fire.

"I know that she's missing, but we'll find her."

**Back a few days**

"What were the dementors doing on the grounds?" Fred asks as we wander around, looking for anything suspicious.

The fog has cleared up and the sun has come out for it's afternoon slot.

"Hey, what's this?" Aerrow calls the attention of the others as he picks up something. The light bounces off it as we draw near.

"No...." Fred whispers.

"Fred, isn't that Chelsea's?" Lee asks, inspecting it.

**Flashback over**

"I just feel like every time it's nice and peaceful, something happens to one of us. First she was knocked off her broom- was out for a bit then had amnesia and was out for it again, over a month. We had some time together, then I was petrified- that was four months. And now after a short while she vanishes, not a trace to where she could, even in the slightest, possibly be." He sighs, voice smaller than a young kitten.

"I know... you guys have it rough. But I promise we will find her."

"It's been 5 days..." He mumbles. A warm glow catches my attention, I notice he's clutching the pendant in his hand.

"Hey Fred." I smirk.

"What?" He breathes.

"Why'd you give Chelsea the necklace?"

"For Christmas."

"No, well yes, but why?"

"So she can feel safe." He's taking a little longer to understand than I thought.

"You need some sugar in your system. Here, have a snickers." I hand him over the familiar chocolate bar.

"Better?" I ask after he takes a bite.

"Little."

"Now why should this necklace make Chelsea feel safe?"

"Because it points to what the heart desires, home..."

I raise my eyebrows at him as I stand up.

"Wait... I can use this to find Chelsea! I knew there was something in that large head of yours Georgie." He messes my hair as he runs up the stair to the boys dorms.

"Excuse you?" I scoff at his back as he disappears. "Bet I'm still the better looking one."

**Fred's POV**

Why didn't I realise it sooner?! I made the bloody thing!

"Boys, ready to go on a scavenger hunt?" I say out of breath as I burst through the doors.

"What kind of scavenger hunt?" Parker asks, eyeing me suspiciously.

I smirk at him before running back down the steps and up the first two leading to the girls dormitory.

"Girls." I sing up the steps. "Heather. Stacey. Aradia. Erin, you too. I know you're all up there."

"What kind of a scavenger hunt?" Parker reiterates as the girls come in to view.

"Ooh. A scavenger hunt?" Aradia jumps around giddily.

"That's right my little bouncy friend." I say, resting my arm on her head.

"Yeah, but with you two there's always a catch." Heather narrows her eyes at George and I. 

"I agree."

"Yeah."

"Me too."

"George." I turn to him.

"Yes, dear brother?" He shares the same appalled look as I do.

"Do you hear them?"

"Such a sad thing to hear." He responds shaking his head in  disbelief.

"Our friends don't even trust us." I wipe away a tear, sniffling.

"That's okay brother, we'll go and find Chelsea on our own then." George and I start to trudge to the portrait hole.

I turn my head, pouting as we continue to the entrance.

"Wait!" Erin calls out, running over.

"Oh don't worry about us, we'll leave. No need to burden you guys with our presence." I turn back around.

"Fine. We'll come with you on your scavenger hunt." Heather huffs as they all walk over.

"Really?" I ask, looking up at them all with puppy eyes.

"For Chelsea."

"Good enough!" I clasp my hands together, straightening up. Acting as if nothing happened. 

George smirks over at me.

"Now, how do you suppose we find Chelsea?" Stacey interrupts our mischievous telepathic connection. "We've looked all week and came up with nothing."

"Because we didn't use this." I hold up Chelsea's necklace. 

"Her necklace?" Lee asks as if we've gone insane. 

"How do you suppose we find her with a necklace?" Heather asks, rolling her eyes at our stupidity.

Little do they know...

...

**Chelsea's POV**

"So you were an original marauder, and you created the marauders map?!" I ask, taking a sip of my tea.

Sirius Black was the man, I knew I recognized him from those posters hanging just about everywhere. But he's explained to me everything, I didn't believe it at first but he told me stories of his teen years with my parents that no-one else knew- little scandalous if you ask me, hoho.

"Correct. The one and only Padfoot."

"No way. My bestfriends worship that map, helped us pull of some of the best pranks Hogwarts has ever seen." I grin, setting my cup back on the wobbly table. 

"Us? You were in on the pranks?"

"Of course, would be insane not to. Mastermind of most of them I can proudly say." I sit up straight in my seat, sticking my nose in the air.

"I bet." He chuckles. "I'm glad you aren't jabbing your wand in to my throat anymore." He rubs the red mark left on the side of his neck.

"Yeah, sorry about that." I smile sheepishly.

"No, it's alright. Glad to see your mothers fiery spirit was passed on, much like a Gryffindor."

"I'm in Gryffindor!" I cheer causing him to laugh.

"Good to see the sorting hat is seeking out the best for the greatest house."

"Oh stop." I smirk at him, pretending to blush.

We hear a rumbling downstairs.

"Expecting visitors?" I ask, turning towards the door.

"No, not until 1." Sirius stands up, skeptically moving towards the door.

"Alohamora." Someone says on the other side of the door. Out of nowhere, the room is flooded with familiar faces.

"Chelsea!"