Twin flame - Fred Weasley - Order of the Phoenix

Nerve

A/N; Gosh, I really like writing this story. Just be prepared that Carmen is a dick for some time, please understand and remember it.

I stand outside of our class, ready for the defense against the dark arts to start, not looking forward facing Umbitch again. She has always been starting our class right on time and last time I was little bit late and the look on her face... Thank Merlin I'm a Slytherin because she just scolded me and continued teaching like nothing happened. I heard Potter got into some serious trouble with her, again one more reason why I don't like Gryffindors. Always talking back, not understanding that sometimes nodding is the best option. If you want to survive, you need to fake it until you make it.

"I strongly dislike her." Matt says and leans against the wall next to me. He puts his notebook into his black bag and sighs loudly. "I used to like this class, no matter of how horrible the teacher was. I'd rather have Quirrel for another year than her."

"You do understand that he had you-know-who at the back of his head? Every time he turned his back to us... He was staring at us."

The idea of Voldemort in the back of his head still shocks me. He was there, all year. Probably watching us, wanting us to become his followers. What if he was doing that? Trying to figure out who should be a Death Eater and who shouldn't? What if he watched me, one or twice, just a little bit? Thinking if I should be one or not? What if he knew who I was and who was my father? How would he feel about me then? Maybe he would look at me and want revenge or figure out if all the members of our family are cowards?

I still laugh at the sifht of weasley twins throwing snowball againsta he who mist bot be names face. 

I feel shivers doing my back and I almost puke. I try to distract myself by looking at the other students around us. Walking into class, laughing and talking, without a worry in their mind. We share this class with Gryffindors, which is obviously painful, but watching them squirm under Umbitch horrible power is indeed entertaining.

But my thoughts brake back into the surface.

The dark lord.

I am so scared of the idea of him coming back, it causes me sleepless nights. No matter what they say, I believe Potter. Diggory died and it's all because of Voldemort. Potter and he have a very special bond and I just know that he is back. It has to be true, there's no other way.

But I will keep on nodding among the others, I will keep on glaring at Potter and agreeing on everything Umbitch says. I will survive this war on the winner's side.

"Remember when Weasley twins got into detention for throwing snowballs into his head? Quirrell's? They were 13-years old and they were throwing snowballs into... You-know-who's face."

"Wow, I never thought about it," Matt says and nods his head in approval. I know that he is not really listening, his head is probably on his next art project. "They sure as hell are funny..."

Okay, he is totally not listening. He wouldn't dare to say a good word about them in front of me.

"How's Emily?" I ask, finally getting enough courage. "She um... She has been avoiding me."

I close my eyes, waiting for his response. I don't know what's wrong with her. She says hello to me, smiles quickly and walks away. She didn't even finish her breakfast when she saw me walking. It's strange, we've never really been in a fight before, this is the first time. I don't even know what we're fighting about.