Semper - Fred Weasley

1994

I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to the soft sound of Abba that was coming from the small Irecord player I conjured. Another night in which I was unable to fall asleep. Harry's sleeping in the bed next to me. Actually it's more like a single mattress. The Dursley's said we can either share a proper bed or each of us have their own mattress.

Not that I mind sharing a bed with Harry, we did it a lot, but since we're getting older we needed more space for obvious reasons. Like most nights Harry was tossing in his bed. I wondered what he's dreaming this time. He had this bad dreams for as long as I could remember.

The downside of being "the chosen one". If there was a good side about it, because if you'd asked me I wouldn't trade for the love of it. Harry somehow had the same fate as me. Our parents died on Halloween 1981 at the hands of Voldemort. Or at least his parents and my mother. My father was missing since that night, nobody knew if he's still alive or what happened to him.

Harry and I lived with our aunt and uncle and their son ever since that night.

It was horrible, at first we had to share a "room" in the cupboard under the stairs. Harry was allowed to leave the cupboard and to eat with them. Sometimes he was also allowed to go to the zoo or to the mall with them. But not me.

Aunt Petunia couldn't look at me. I've always wondered why, now that I'm older I know it's because I look exactly like my mother and her twin sister. I have their dark red hair and light green eyes. One day she said to me, that whenever she looked at me, all she's seeing was them. At first I thougt that it was something sentimental, but that thought was destroyed when she continued with telling me that I disgust her just as much as her freak sisters. 

I couldn't wait to get away from here and move in with Sirius and Remus. And Harry of course.

Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. We met them last year. Sirius was Harry's godfather, he was in Azkaban for twelve years because they blamed him for the murder of our parents. Turned out it wasn't him, it was a man named Peter Pettigrew. Also a friend of our parents. That coward betrayed them to Voldemort that night. And Remus Lupin, he was my godfather. He was our Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, but because he had his Lycantrophy, he had to quit.  Turned out parents and students aren't exactly comfortable with a werewolf as teacher. Whx, that was always beyond my understanding. But maybe I was a bit biased in this situation. 

Now Sirius and Remus lived together and plan to take us in. But as long as Sirius' innocence wasn't officially proven, it wasn't possible.

"Penny, are you awake?" I heard him say. I turned my head to look at him.

"I am. Bad dream again, wanna tell me about?" I rolled down my mattress and quickly crawled over to Harry's where he already lifted his blanket for me to get under with him. 

"There was a muggle groundskeeper. And a house. But I've never seen it before. The groundskeeper went up the stairs in the house. There were men talking. One of them was Wormtail. And the other was... it was him.. You-Know-Who. I saw him in this dream. There was also a big snake. I can't remember the conversation. There was a third man, but I couldn't recognize him. They knew that the groundskeeper was listening, they used the killing curse on him. And he saw me, Penny... V-voldemort saw me." I could feel Harry shaking beside me and scooted closer to him.

"We need to tell someone.", I said, nervously playing with the rings on my fingers.

"What about Dumbledore?", Harry asked and I  let out a laugh.
Yeah, right, let's tell Dumbledore.
"What?", he asked again.

"I'd rather not tell him. Not yet at least. What did this man ever do for you, that really had helped you?", I looked directly into his eyes and raised an eyebrow.

He huffed, got up and walked over to our desk to get out some parchment and a quill.

"I'm not having this conversation again. So, who should I tell?" I was getting up too, standing behind him at the desk, leaning with my forearms on the back of the chair.

"I think the best idea is to write to Sirius and Remus. I bet they know what to do.", I said. And so he did. He attached the letter to Hedwig's leg and sent her off. Little did I know, that he said nothing about his dream in this letter.

AN: It's getting better.. I promise.. stay safe..