moonlight (f.w.)

twelve

     The rest of the evening was spent stealing kisses, laughing and looking through shops. It wasn't until the stars had been out for some time that it occurred to them that they should go back. Genevieve pulled the broomsticks out of her pocket and enlarged them again. She mounted hers and took off, jokingly telling Fred to 'catch her if he can'. She zoomed in the direction of Hogwarts, giggling as she looked back to see Fred coming up next to her. "What, love? You think this is my first time on a broom?" he joked. "No, but you're a beater and I'm a seeker. I could totally outfly you," she challenged him with a smirk. "Oh yeah? We'll see about that," he replied, zooming off. She furrowed her eyebrows and focussed her mind on Hogwarts, as if it was the snitch and she needed to get to it before the other team did. She leaned forward, speeding up and zooming past Fred. She didn't look back, and she landed only ten seconds before he did. "Not bad for a beater," she smiled, taking his broom and putting them both away. "How come I didn't know you were a seeker?" he asked, pulling her close to him by the waist. "Because Malfoy is the seeker for Slytherin and I haven't worked up the courage to ask the Slytherin captain to replace him. But I bet you anything I'm better than him," she claimed, resting her hands on Fred's shoulders. "I wouldn't take that bet," he smiled. She smiled back before remembering her vision earlier. "Fred, do you think you could get Harry? I'm guessing he's in his dormitory... I really need to talk to him," she asked. Fred nodded. "Yeah, sure. In just a minute," he said, leaning down and kissing her. She giggled into it, kissing him back. "Fred," she said, pulling away, "It's important." "So is this, love. I promise I'll go in just a second," he kissed her again. She allowed herself to melt into it. She allowed herself to accept that she was attached to him, and she allowed herself to feel safe in his arms. He pulled out of the kiss. "There, now I'll go get your precious Potter for you. Where shall I tell him to meet you, love?" he asked, looking down at her like she was the only girl in the world. "Out here. We're less likely to get in shit out here," she told him. He nodded and kissed her cheek, letting go of her and turning to walk away. 

     "Fred, wait," she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him back to face her. She kissed him lovingly. "Thank you for coming with me today. I really appreciated you being there for me at the bank, and I had a lot of fun doing everything afterwards. I always have fun with you though," she thanked him sincerely. He kissed her again. "I'm glad. That is the goal, after all," he gave her a goofy grin before wishing her a goodnight and going to get Harry. She leaned against the broom shed and sighed happily, looking up at the moon. Fred Weasley challenged her and complimented her better than anyone else she'd met. She couldn't imagine herself being anywhere as close to as happy as she is now without him in her life. And then she thought of what she saw when she read his palm, and her brows furrowed. She didn't like that she had seen more bad things than good. She hoped desperately that the snake was a metaphor and he wasn't actually going to be attacked. She knew worrying wouldn't help, but nothing else would either, so she worried. Gen crossed her arms and dug her nails into them. It was a habit she had developed for when she was stressed. It left her with marks on her upper arms but she didn't notice she was doing it until she saw the scratches in the mirror later on. What could the snake mean other than a literal snake attack? And why did she see Hogwarts falling apart and hallways in it exploding when she read Fred's palm? 

     "Hey, Genevieve. Are you okay?" She heard from beside her. She turned to look at the Boy Who Lived himself. "I should be great. I just had a terrific, romantic evening. Fred just kissed me for the first time and we established our feelings for each other. I'm preparing to meet his parents. I should be so happy. But at dinner he asked me to read his palm and I saw-" Gen cut herself off and took a deep breath before lowering her voice. "I saw him Harry," she said. "Who? Fred?" Harry asked confusedly. "Voldemort," Genevieve replied breathily. "I saw him. Hogwarts was falling apart. And what's worse- I saw it when I was reading Fred's palm. Which means that it's a metaphor for something really bad coming up, or it's very direct and it's important to Fred's future. We need to stop it. We need to stop him," she said strongly. Harry nodded with a hint of caution in his movements. "Genevieve, I'm going to tell you this because I can tell you're really tense. Because I feel like I owe it to you because you came to me with this. I don't... I don't know if there's anything I can do. Nobody believes that he's back. Nobody believes me. And with Umbridge here making me cut words into my skin... I just don't think I can help you, okay?" He asked. He didn't expect a reply. "No. It's not okay! You are Harry freaking Potter! You're supposed to be the guy that can defeat him. I know that's a lot of pressure to put on you, and I'm sorry for that. I really am. But you're not as alone as you think you are. You have the Weasleys, Hermione and I. You have Dumbledore as far as I know! And... and don't you and Hermione have a thing set up for tomorrow to try and set everything straight?" she ranted, and Harry nodded. "But nobody will listen to me! I've tried! He killed one of their friends in front of my eyes and they don't believe me," he said, his voice completely void of hope. "Harry," Genevieve said, trying to keep her composure, "I know it's hard to lose people, okay? I get it. I freshly and completely understand. To see someone you know, who you're friends with, die? I can't imagine. I don't want to imagine. I've barely been holding myself together and I don't even know what happened to my parents. The only thing that has kept me okay this whole time are you guys. Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, you. Georgia, but I don't think you know her. I need you guys, okay? I haven't known you long, but you wouldn't believe the separation and trust issues I have now. I need you guys now. And Fred- the one who so far I need the most- his future is diseased by this evil wizard that you have the power to stop. That together, I know we can stop. So what if nobody fucking believes you? Do you really want to put the lives of everyone you love- of everyone you know in danger because you're too depressed because people think you're a liar?" she asked angrily, trembling as she spoke. Harry felt ashamed. Even if people didn't believe him, they believed in him. They just didn't know they needed to yet. And they did need to. "No. That's not what I want. But I don't know what to do. I keep... I'm getting these nightmares and I watch what he does. It feels like I am him. I can't stop them. I can't," he told her desperately. She nodded. "We need to kill him, Harry. We need to get an army ready and find a way to kill him without using the Death Curse. Because if we use it, we're no better than him," she explained. "Hermione was already on about the army thing. That's what tomorrow is about," he said. "Good. Then let's hope to God it works. I'm sorry if Fred woke you up. But I can't lose him, Harry. I can't lose any of you guys," she said. Harry nodded. "It's okay. Thank you, actually. I stopped believing in myself, but that's going to change. We'll stop Voldemort. If it's the last thing I do, I'll stop him," he promised. "Thank you, Harry. Goodnight," she told him, and they both went their separate ways.