• gryffιndor • under heavy editing

6. The Truth Behind Them All

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Y/N means Your Name
M/N means Middle Name
L/N means Last Name
F/C means Favorite Color
E/C means Eye Color

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●Y/N's POV●

He looks at me and and flashes a cheeky grin, which causes my cheeks to flush pink. He kneels in front of me with a sparkle in his eyes and speaks; "I like you Y/N. And thank you for accepting my invitation to the Yule Ball."

Everything stops. Time freezes, only I can move. I abandon his hand which held mine, in a tender way. "This isn't real. How did I even got here?!" I yell in sadness.

Why I feel sad? Because this isn't just a random mirror. This mirror is the one that Harry had told me about; The one that shows your true desires unfold themselves next to your reflection.

"Y/N." I hear. "Y/N." say two people in unison. I know who it is.. George and Fred.. I gasp in realization. "This is a dream! I have to wake up!" I yell in the empty room.

The kneeled George is now gone and I stand in here all alone. I start pinching myself, trying to wake my unconscious self. My breathing gets heavier, as panic overwhelms me.

An idea pops up in my mind. I start scream; "George? Fred? Help! I can't wake up!". I hear an unbearable silence. "Do you think she's just ignoring us?" asks Fred. "No, something's wrong.." George suspects..

"Help me! I'm trapped!" I yell and my voice cracks at the end of my sentence. "Her pulse is slower than normal." George informs. "And her breathing is slow as well." Fred completes. "We should get her to the Hospital Wing." they both say at the same time.

I feel a pair of hands lift me up gently. The room is now gone as well and all I can see is darkness. I hear everything much better now, as well as feel everything on my body. The shaking from the person's pace who holds me gets faster.

"Y/N? Can you hear me? Please, answer me!" says George in panic. His breaths are now heavy. "If you can hear me, just give my a sign!" he begs me. My palm rests on his shoulder, so I take advantage and give all my strength to squeeze it, but he sighs, still in panic.

So, I guess I didn't even move a muscle in reality.. Whatever is happening to me, is nothing good..

My ears suddenly start to buzz and all I can hear is a fading, feminine voice. "Weak. Disappointing child. Ignorant failure."

*Silence*

A room appears. More specifically, George and Fred's room. It's empty though, so what am I doing here? Just then, the door opens and my favorite Weasley's enter.

"What did Dumbledore tell you again?" asks George. Fred sighs. "Weren't you hearing the whole time I was explaining you everything?" he asks in frustration. "No, sorry.. I'm just worried about her.. She's like a sister to me.. Not just a friend.." explains George.

Fred nods. "Yeah. I would say the same." he admits. "'Would'?" questions George. "Never mind. So, Dumbledore seemed really cool with everything, no matter how many times I'd beg him to help us bring her back." Fred informs.

"'Bring her back'? Why, is she in a comma or something? I thought that Madame Pomfrey made it clear that she is just unconscious." George admits. "And you believed her? She just told us so, so we wouldn't worry."

George simply nods and waits for his brother to continue. "He said that she has to face You-Know-Who in her.... Visions, I think he called them. But Y/N has never told us something like this.". George thinks for a while.

"Face him? As if, have a duel with him?" wonders George out loud. "Much to our dismay, yes. He also said that only a Death Eater can see her.. And I mean that her spirit has currently left her body..".

"How?" George asks. "She has the ability to do so, since she sees visions as well. But she may didn't knew, so that's why she hasn't said anything before.. She would never hide something from us.." Fred says the last part to himself mostly.

I start talking but both of them keep talking to each other, not acknowledging me. I groan and pace back and forth, thinking an idea, of how to make them realize I'm here.

I gasp and run to Fred's desk. I grab the ink and quill and start writing down; "I'm here with you. Could you please inform me of how in the bloody hell do I face Voldemort?"

I take out my wand, thanking silently myself, for always having it in any secret pocket in my outfit. "Locomotor paper." I mumble and the paper flies in the direction I want it to; Fred.

They watch it in curiosity as it flies closer to them. Fred snatches it and gapes a bit. He smiles and hands it to George which reacts in the exact same way.

"Y/N? Is it really you? Can you give us a sign that you're actually here?" Fred asks, with hope in his eyes. I search in my brain for a spell that will convince them that it's actually me.

"Geminio" I say clearly. The boys wait for a while, losing hope by each passing second. After a couple of more seconds, the door opens rather harshly and my clone walks in.

"Y/N!!" They both cheer in unison and run for a hug. My clone stays still, in my will. When they pull away they bombard her with questions.

She raises her hand to stop them. They shut their mouths and look at her questioningly. They still can't see me.

My clone starts walking and stops right in front of me. They follow after her. "She's standing right in here," she begins and points at my invisible figure. "You can smell her presence" she finishes.

Then, she turns into F/C sand into thin air. They both start smelling the air. "Do you smell that Georgie?" asks Fred cheekily. "Oh yes, my dear Freddie. Our
Cotton candy-smelling Y/N is here." George answers with amusement.

"Y/N.. You have to go find the Dark Lord and face him! You don't have much time though! You have to hurry, or else you'll stay a ghost forever and your body will die." Fred announces sadly.

A tear slides down my right cheek and I write on a different paper; "I'll try not to die.. I love you, idiots."

"Wingardium Leviosa." I say proudly and let the paper fly into George's hands. They both read it and smile.

My spirit fades, as I close my eyes and let it travel by instinct. When I open them, I find myself at an abandoned house.. I take a deep breath and prepare myself to enter.

"Prepare yourself, bald excuse of a villain."