Obliviate || Fred Weasley (COMPLETE)

Enchantment

We left the professors to talk amongst themselves about the situation and headed back outside to go to the Quidditch pitch. As soon as we stepped outside, the winter chill caught my arms, causing me to shiver. "Do you want my jacket?" Fred asked.

"No," I replied. "I'm fine." I folded my arms and rubbed my biceps to warm myself up.

"Are you sure? You probably need it more than I do," Fred insisted.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked.

"Just because when you see us, and all you remember is a few bits and pieces, we look at you differently," Fred explained.

"We see our best friend," George added. "We've known you longer than you think, Liz. You just don't know that yet."

"But you'll remember," Fred said. "In time." His face was covered in a slightly pained expression, as if a piece of himself was missing. A piece that would have made him smile right then.

"I hope so," I told them. "Both of you seem really nice. And funny," Fred left his head slightly down, but looked at me with his eyes when I said that. "And it seems like you miss me before this stupid Obliviation. I wish we could just undo it. Take back the day, find a way to avoid all of this."

A comfortable silence fell among all of us. Although I couldn't remember the twins, I knew they had so many memories of me. I knew that they cared for me, and that they wanted nothing more than to help me. With George, I felt as though we had once had a bond as a brother and sister would have. I felt as though he was saddened by my loss of memory, but that he had hope of restoring it. But Fred, he was different about it. I felt like he had been so happy, but when I was Obliviated, he realized that happiness was over. I don't know for what reason it was, but I feel as though I had been that happiness, and I could sense that I had had a beautiful friendship with them. I felt it, deep down inside of myself, that this could be fixed, and that something could spark my memory, undoing the curse Draco had placed upon me.

"We can fix this, you know," I said. "I can feel it. I just need a bit of help getting there, that's all."

"You've always been one for making a positive out of everything, El," Fred was off topic, but I didn't mind. "You know that?"

"No, not really," I replied. "I must have learned it from the two of you."

With that being said, Fred smiled. So did George. I had taken something away from all they have done with me, even if I can't remember any of it. But they do, which is the only thing I need. I only need them to remember, so they can bring back everything I've forgotten, in order for us to be best friends and pick up where we left off. I felt more comfortable with Fred and George already, sensing that they only meant well, and wanted my memories back just as much as I do. I glanced up, catching Fred looking at me with longing. He hoped for something, something that I couldn't figure out. We held eye contact, making his eyes an even more familiar thing to me than the back of my own hand. His deep brown eyes were like melted chocolate, sweet and loved, beautiful. I seemed to get trapped inside of them, unaware of anything else in the world. I was so lost in them that I hadn't even noticed when Fred laced his fingers between my own.

His hands were warm, send in a chill down my spine as I lost a tad of focus on his eyes and remembering that we were outside in the cold. He let go of my hand, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around my shoulders. I gave Fred a light smile, never having pulled my eyes away from his. He returned the smile, his was more sad - broken, even. Fred didn't take my hand again, but after a moment, I took hold of his hand, taking him by surprise. I suppose he wasn't expecting it, which made sense, because I wasn't expecting it either.

"Here it is," George said, causing both me and Fred to let go of each other and look at him. "The Gryffindor Quidditch tent."