Beloved

Fred Weasley was born twice. Once as the loving son and brother tragically lost, and a second time, trapped inside the mind of his twin brothers daughter, seeing what she saw, hearing what she heard, feeling what she felt, unable to do anything but watch and wait. He lay, invisible to all for 16 long years. Then something happened to Roxanne. Something so terrible that just being forced to witness it jolted him out of his silence.

Chapter 1

It started just like any other Hogwarts day; Roxy woke up earlier than everybody else in her dorm, get dressed, and went down to have some breakfast. She ate her toast in silence, not thinking about anything in particular. I think I was the only person who knew about this side of her. The quiet, secluded side, that vanished as soon as there was any sign of any of her friends or cousins approaching. I listened intently as she contemplated on what she and Lily were going to do in Hogsmede that day.

Hmmmmm, I think we'll go to Honeydukes first, then when we know no-one's looking we'll go into Zonko's.

Before their third Year, George had lectured her and her brother, Freddie (named after me!), telling them there would be punishments for anyone caught buying from his biggest Rivals. Before I died; me and George ran a Joke shop together. It was Magnificent, everything we'd ever wanted in our lives, but, of course, all good things come to an end.

Maybe we'll try and get into the shrieking Shack. Freddie said that there were ghosts in there. How Awesome? Then maybe we can go see if we can find Graham and Scorpius anywhere. Merlin, he's sexy. No. NO... I do not fancy Graham… He is sexy though…. SHUT UP BRAIN!

Roxanne had been nurturing a crush on the best friend of Draco Malfoy's son for the last three years. I laughed at her internal argument. Suddenly she stiffened, looking around to see where the disembodied laughing had come from.

Hello? Roxy? Can you hear me? I'm your uncle Fred. I've been trapped in your head for your entire life trying to find a way to break through.

Occasionally there would be a moment where I would laugh, or shout, and, just for a second, she would hear me. But as soon as I tried to form real words -by now usually a blank, emotionless long-ago decided on sentence- the moment would go, and I'd be just a silent voice again. On times like this, I didn't know whether to laugh, or cry.

Deciding the laugh must have come from one of the pupils sat around her, she carried on into her fantasies. Why, Lord, am I cursed to be trapped inside such an imaginative teenager? Boys- If you've ever seen a teenage girl staring off into space, and wondered what she was thinking about; Trust me. You'd rather not know. *retching*

Thankfully, she was jolted out of her pornographic fantasy by a hand dropping onto her shoulder. It was Lily.

"Are you done?" She asked, "I'm not eating Breakfast. Saving room for when we go to Honeydukes."

Roxy smiled, "Yeah, sure. Let's go."

Roxy was alone when she entered the shrieking Shack. All of her friends had made hurried excuses and ran off as soon as the name was mentioned.

Chickens, she thought as she entered through a smashed window, glad to be out of the harsh November winds.

I quite agree, I replied silently.

She walked over to a dusty grand piano, and pressed down one of the keys. The noise was loud and out of tune, and when she looked at her finger it was caked in dust. I don't think I've ever been more proud of the little delinquent than when she first stepped into that house.

It was when she began to walk up the stairs that I became frightened. How did she not feel it? We were one body, one person, and yet she could not feel my terror, or hear my frantic cries.

Roxy, please go back. PLEASE!

She could not hear the deep male voices murmuring to each other. She was too busy concentrating on how cool the others would think she was after this. She reached the top step, and pushed open the door.

ROXY!

That time, she heard my voice. But this was no time to rejoice, because it was her sharp intake of breath that alerted them to her presence.

For a few seconds all I could see was blackness. And then.

"Oh, look, it's a pretty little girl."

Nonononononononono. Not Roxy. Not Roxy.

I could feel everything that she felt, and I tried so hard to throw comforting emotions at her. It wasn't going to work though.

"Please let me go. Please. PLEASE."

Its Ok Roxy, I'm here for you. I've always been here for you. It'll be OK. I promise.

All I could feel was Roxy's fear. My fear. Because this was happening to me too. The last thing I heard, before I drifted away, was Roxy's voice, talking back to me for the first time in sixteen years.

I love you dad.

I love you too

Hello. Going back to re-edit the first chapter ((as of 23:44, 25/06/12)) because both my writing and spelling is horrendous, but... wow. It's like re-living the past. This is cool. I can do this. I'm re-reading the story and editing spellings and just a few little details. No dramatic plot changes. I just felt like the spellings and etc were putting people off. So here; take the first chapter. Take it and go! :)