Saint Like

15

Penny felt like the war was never going to come. Feeling like that, she was happy that they had all this time to try and act normal. On the other hand, it was anxiety ensuing that death was coming. Death was waiting for the destiny fated few that will give their life to destroy a pure evil. That's what Penny had dreamed about. Dreams are too strong of words. Many nights she would wake up her and George, in fits of screams from the terrors that were facing ahead in the future.

Terrors had originally started when they got back from the honeymoon. She didn't wake up throughout the night, just woke up feeling like she had witnessed the future. Penny had no magical ability for divination. It was proven while she was at school and that made it all scarier that she was just imagining these things. When her nightmares turned into watching loved ones get killed, that's when she woke up in a fit of screaming. The first one was watching her dad die. It was truly horrific because she had no idea what Voldemort looked like yet she felt she was picturing him like a memory.

In her mind the only person who could even remotely understand was Harry. It had become this large secret between her and George that made her mad but she felt cornered about what to do. To speak to Harry, she wrote to Ginny who then passed along her letter. Then when he had a response it was sent through Ginny. Like she had assumed, he wasn't much help with figuring out her nightmares. It was more of a comfort to know that she wasn't alone in her madness.

George knew Penny like he knew himself. He knew that she was struggling with the mental madness she was dealing with. Issues arose when he tried to talk to her about it. She shrugged it off or not even talked about it and moved on to something else. He confided in Fred about it who wasn't much of a help. He hasn't had dreams of those sorts. Fred's best advice about it was "I think she will tell you when she's ready." But it followed him throughout his day in work. The customers were back at school so their merchandise was being sold to parents who wanted to buy it for their children. Fred enjoyed being out on the floor, so George sat in the back working on marketing to the different magic schools and expanding their operations outside of England. Something that brought George some peace, was that Penny was never alone. She spent her days either in the shop, with Molly Weasley or her father. She never wanted to be alone. George found himself asking every morning what her plans were, and every morning was a different answer from the last.

Today Penny decided for herself to help the twins organize the shop. "I think it needs a little straightening."

George smiled from his desk and stared up at his beautiful wife. "Still seeing Ruby tonight?"

Ruby had popped over the previous night to see Fred and on her way out, inviting Penny to a night out. She accepted, needing time away from the boys. "Of course. You and Fred will be fine for the night without me."

Penny sat herself on top of George. "Lee is coming by. We're broadcasting the quidditch game."

She quickly kissed his cheek and sprang up. "Even better sweetheart. I'll be out there organizing if you need me."

"Let me help you with that." George followed, almost chasing her out into the main room which was full of life showcasing for them and Fred who was unloading the new products.

"George, how amazing would it be if we had a product that allowed time limited flight without a broom?"

George looked at his brother with a sparkle in his eyes. "I was thinking exactly the same thing."

Penny shook her head. "Absolutely not. How many times did the two of you end up in the hospital wing from flying with a broom?"

"Two,"

"Four."

Her finger raising like Molly Weasley's had done to them many times. "So if the two of you masterminds seem to get hurt flying on a broom. Children. Children get hurt without brooms."