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Chapter one

Fred came to cautiously, bracing himself for the pain he was sure to feel across his whole body. The last thing he remembered was the impact of that wall, like a quick soft thud only with about the strength of a hundred hippogriffs. Curiously, even though now fully conscious he couldn't feel a hint of pain anywhere on his body. He wasn't even sure he could feel his body, it seemed a little detached from his head. He remembered back to something his dad had said when he was in hospital two years previous, something about how if Arthur was in too much pain they could charm him so he wouldn't feel anything at all. His father had declined multiple times with half a smile so that his wife didn't worry about the scale of it but Fred had known his pain must have been worse than he let on.

He tried to focus on his toes to no avail and decided that, even though he wasn't sure he still had them, it was probably better than the pain of what he could only assure were his many broken bones. He could hear muffled noise all around him and decided he must be in St Mungo's, he must have been knocked unconscious and pulled aside until the battle was over. Fred mentally cursed at himself for that. He longed desperately to be at least partially responsible for a victory and passing out for the whole ordeal would ensure that didn't happen. Realising the fuss that would be made once Mrs Weasley realised he was awake and alive made Fred sigh a little. He loved his mother dearly but could do without that particular show for a little while longer so he kept his eyes closed and feigned sleep. He strained his ears to listen more closely to the surrounding sounds. It was as if he were stood behind a thick wall of glass and could only make out familiar tones and voices, unable to discern actual sentences. Perhaps the blow from the wall had blown his hearing and the healers had been too busy to notice yet. Despite how muffled the sounds were, he could hear despair in them and could distinctly make out crying sounds in the hubbub. Perhaps the war hadn't been won after all. The thought shuddered through him like ice, they had to have won. The consequences of losing would be too much to bear. Fred took a deep breath in and braced himself for the madness, opening his eyes slowly.

The brightness hit him like a bludger to the face. He hadn't expected it to be so dazzling and squinted suddenly to prepare for the pain but the pain never came. Confused, he relaxed his eyes again, sitting up. The bright light remained around him, preventing him from seeing further than his face and he looked towards its source. For a moment, there was nothing but then a shape fell over it, the silhouette of a man. He stepped over Fred, obscuring the light with his face and it was then Fred realised he must still be dreaming.

The man looking kindly down towards him was none other than Sirius Black.

A.N I know this is very short, but thank you for reading! This story will quickly become more Fremione based, don't you worry, I just wanted to set a bit of groundwork first. Please let me know what you think in a review! Love Mori x