As Lavender Brown's body lay amongst the ruins of what was once her home, she watched a family grieve the loss of one of their own, wondering why fate had so cruelly dealt them such cards. From a young age, all she wanted was to love and be loved in...
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»»» THE last thing that Fred expected to hear when he woke up was the sound of soft grunting.Deciding to keep his eyes shut, he tried to figure out what had happened, for his memory of it all was far too hazy. He definitely remembered following George into Knockturn Alley, confronting Snape and the mess that followed after. But it was there that it all became confusing.
The crowd had parted for him. Someone bumped into him. As if offering confirmation, he felt a slight bruise forming as he attempted to move it. A very strong someone, he mentally corrected. Normally, the whole idea of having another companion in this strange situation would make him feel elated, but he couldn't help the doubt that played in his mind. If this person was able to physically touch him, then where had they been this whole time? Was this another side effect of his failure at dying? Would he now have to face the humiliation of false hallucinations?
Completely unbeknownst to his mental debate, the grunts only proceeded to get louder, making it far more difficult to convince himself that he had made it all up. It was real. It was all real and now the stranger sounded like they were in the room with him; his mind raced with all the various possible causes of the noise.
The situation became far too amusing and uncomfortable all at the same time, as he pursed his lips together tightly trying to stop the smile from forming. The last thing he needed was to open his eyes and witness a compromising situation, especially since he had no idea who this mystery person was.
"Almost there," said Lavender, oblivious to the fact that her new companion had woken up.
Upon hearing her voice, Fred could no longer contain his surprise and dared to lift his eyelid by a fraction. The room was dimly lit and though it was still daylight outside, the curtains had been drawn tightly shut. Squinting, he scanned the room to locate her, eyes widening at what he found. There was no mistaking it, the mystery stranger was Lavender Brown, who aside from sharing a common room with him and dating his younger brother, had no real connection to him. Yet, how else had he ended up at this place?
Instead of testing out his theories, he shifted, careful to be as quiet as possible. Not that it seemed to matter, since the girl was far too engrossed in her task, which was bewildering enough as it was.
He watched as she sat hunched over, straining with some sort of small object.
"You little piece of shit," she spat, after apparently giving up on the task, or so Fred believed. But as she straightened up, a haunted expression claimed her eyes, causing her to grab the vial again and attempt to get the cork out. Beads of sweat had morphed into dampness that stained both her forehead and shirt. A small smile played on his lips as he noticed how smooth her skin looked, noticeable even in the darkness.
It was only when she started grunting in her efforts again did he decide to make his presence known. Slowly he shifted, ensuring to be as loud as possible as he sat up off the bed. His eyes were trained on his unexpected roommate, but she continued her struggle with the vial, unaware of his movement. Trying not to get too disheartened, he swung his legs off the mattress and let them land on the wooden floor with a loud thump. Again, no response.
