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Y/n was yelling, her face was covered with tears, Molly was trying to take her, but she couldnt.

Fred's dead body was there, George and her hugged each other, but the tears never stopped.

Finally, she woke up, the same tears are there, her face was red.

"Its just a nightmare"
Said trying to put that in her mind.

"Y/n! Wake up! We need to go to King's Cross station!"
Her mom put her back in reality, she went to the bathroom running, putting George away who was going to enter to the bathroom too. She looked at her in the mirror and saw her red face.

"Y/n, is everything okay?"
Asked George.

"Y-Yes! Everything is perfect!"
Said trying not to break her voice.
"It was an emergency, sorry"

George said that it was okay, but they needed to go in less than two hours.

After doing everything she needed to do, she went to the kitchen.

"Good morning, Y/n"
Said her mom.

"Good morning"
Said Y/n and sitted in the middle of Fred and Ginny.

"Coffee? Y/n, don't drink that, drink a cup of tea"
Her mom took away the coffe from her.

"But i want co-"

"Sh"
She finally decided to do what her mom said.

"Are you okay?"
Asked Fred.

"Yes"
Answered Y/n.

"George told me about this morning, are you sure your alright?"

She wasnt going to say 'Hey! I saw you being dead in my dream! But don't worry, im looking fine!'

"Yes, i'am"
Said Y/n again.

Fred didnt believed her, but he didnt want to annoy her with the same question. They were in the train, going to Hogwarts.

"Is that Cedric?"
Said Y/n almost in a whisper.
"Hi, Cedric!"

"Hello there, Y/n"
Said Cedric with a smile.
"How are you?"

"I'm doing fine, what about you?"

"I'm good"

"Wich house are you in?"

"Hufflepuff, you?"

"Gryffindor"
Said Y/n.
"I have to go, the twins are waiting for me"

"Its okay, i'll see you around"
They said goodbye to each other and came back to their cabins.

"Diggory is here?"
Asked Fred.

"Yes, he is a hufflepuff actually"
Said Y/n and seated in front of the twins.

After the whole morning, Y/n tried to look at Fred, but she always ended up thinking about her dream. She have to talk with someone about it if she wanted to be gone.

When they arrived to Hogwarts, she hugged Alicia and Angelina.

"I missed you!"
Said Y/n.

They were at the Great Hall, talking but Dumbledore started to do his speech of every year.

After he announced about the 'Triwizard Tournament'. The Beauxbatons did their entrance, followed of Durmstrang.

Dumbledore said that the tournament was for the students older than seventeen, wich Y/n was grateful for, because the twins wanted to put their name in the goblet of fire, that is going to decide who was going to be part of it, representing Hogwarts.

"Y/n, we need a favor"
Said Fred and George.

"What is it?"
Asked Y/n.

"You like potions, right?"
Asked George.

"Yes, why?"
She didnt like the way that it was going.

"Could you make up an ageing potion? Please! We will grab the things!"
Said Fred.

"Take them of Snape, you might like to say"
Corrected George.

"When i say that i like potions, doesnt mean that im good at it and also, this dont seem as a good idea"
Said Y/n.
"I'm in"

"Thanks!"
They said.

"Now, go and take the things, what are you waiting for?"
Y/n said.

"Oh, you're alright"
Said George.
"Come on, Freddie"

Trying to take the things of Snape's class wasnt an easy work, and they knew that, everyone does, even the professors.

Y/n was waiting in the bathroom of the girls, no one goes there for Myrtle, who was called 'Moaning Myrtle'.

"What are you doing here?"
She looked at everywhere, but no one was there.
"Its not normal seeing you here"

"Oh, it was you"
Said Y/n when she saw Myrtle.
"Well, im waiting for the twins to come back"

"Those redhair twins?"
Asked Myrtle annoyed.

"Yes, them"

"Y/n! There you are!"
Said Fred while George and him were running with the needed things.

"You two shouldnt be here"
Myrtle said angry.
"I don't like you"

"We need this place, please"
Said Y/n, and Myrtle started to think about it.

"Okay, but do it fast"

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sorry for this short chapter

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