"You wanna go see Fred?" George asked, coming into my room.

"If you want," I replied, putting away the list of ideas for new products I had been working on.

"Charlie took Callie, so I was wanting to go see him."

"Okay."

"Are you going to go like that?" He asked, looking me up and down.

I nodded. What's wrong with Gryffindor sweatpants and a gold shirt?

"Are you forgetting he doesn't remember that he's a wizard?"

Shit. "Okay, fine. I'll change," I said, sighing.

George smirked since he won and sauntered back out of my room.

I went to my closet. While I was looking through the clothes, I stumbled upon the maroon blouse and skinny jeans that I wore on Fred and I's real first date.

The aching in my chest got stronger at the memory of that night.

Finally tearing my eyes away, I settled on a plain blue shirt and dark jeans.

Stripping out of my sweatpants and shirt, I looked at myself in the mirror.

I haven't gained any weight back. I still look frail and sickly.

Looking at the ground, I put the new outfit on.

I grabbed a belt and tried not to look at my appearance.

I grabbed my blue Vans and put them on.
——
"Fred's at physical therapy right now. Would you like me to direct you there?" The woman at the desk asked us. She was short and plump, with dark hair that was clearly dyed.

"Yes, please." George told the woman politely.

"Go back to the elevator. Go to the fourth floor. Once there, you'll walk straight out of the elevator and keep going. You'll see a sign that says 'Physical Therapy' after you pass six doors. Follow the arrow and there you are." She informed us, rather rudely. Her nose was wrinkled as if she was talking to yesterday's trash. Her eyes were narrowed at us, as if we bothered her from her 'work.' She was sitting, doing nothing when George and I got here.

"Thank you," George smiled.
——
An elevator ride and six doors later, we were with Fred while he was doing some physical therapy.

Fred's eyes brightened when he noticed us. "George! Elle!"

I forced a slight smile. "Hey."

George did the same.

The physical therapist was having Fred kick his legs up and down.

"It's been so boring here without you guys."

I forced a chuckle.

"Well of course it has been. I mean, it's me and Elle!" George exclaimed.

Fred grinned and nodded. "Yeah, that's it," He said in agreement.
——
George was wheeling Fred back to his room a little while later after Fred finished his physical therapy.

"Does magic exist?" Fred blurted.

George and I exchanged glances.

"Why are you asking?" George inquired.

Fred shrugged.

"I think...I think I might remember something. It could've just been a dream though."

"What do you think you remember?" I asked, barely containing my excitement.

Fred scrunched up his eyebrows in thought. "George and I... we... flew away on brooms... and launched these.... these... fireworks! But the fireworks spelled out things. And Elle... you were there. I... I was sad about leaving you. There was this professor. She was wearing pink and she looked like a toad."

He remembers something! He actually remembers something! He remembers something about me and George!

He shook his head. "No, that sounds crazy. It was probably a dream."

"No! No, Fred, that's a memory! That happened, nearly three years ago!" I exclaimed. Finally!

He looked up at me. "Really?!"

"Yes!" George answered.

All of us were grinning like maniacs.

"So wait. Magic is real? Does that mean I'm a wizard?" Fred asked.

"Yes! I am! I remember lessons at... at a school. I can't remember what the name of the school was though," he added, frowning.

George and I kept looking at each other, grinning.
——
"Elle, dearie! Is it true that Fred remembers something?" Molly asked me as she and Arthur cane running down Fred's hall.

I was genuinely smiling for the first time in a long while.

"Yes, it is! He remembers the day he and George left Hogwarts and that he's a wizard."

Molly looked like she was ready to faint out of pure joy.

"But, he doesn't remember the name of Hogwarts," I added.

Arthur nodded. "Okay. Can we go in and see him?" He asked, an arm around Molly.

"Of course!" I told him.
——
George and I had brought Fred up some food from the cafeteria. We had brought our food with us.

We were sitting around, laughing and telling jokes.

"So you're telling me this is a magical hospital?" Fred asked, nearly in disbelief.

George nodded.

"Bloody hell."

I was eating some macaroni and cheese.

"That's your favorite," Fred said in an off handed nature.

My eyes widened as I looked up at him. "How did you know?"

Fred looked back up at me. "I... I don't know. I remembered, I reckon."

My eyes stayed in his. He remembers something else about me!

Oh sweet Merlin, this has been the best day I've had in a long time.
——
I bent down and kissed Fred's cheek after he had fallen asleep.

George and I were going to go back to the flat.

We were walking side by side.

"This... this has been a good day," I stated, breaking the silence.

"Yeah. It has been," George agreed.

We were silent for a few moments.

"I'm going to go pick up Callie. Charlie's had her for way longer than I said he would."

I nodded.

"Okay. Be careful."

He grinned at me. "Aren't I always?"

"No," I told him, my expression blank.

We locked eyes and we burst into laughter.

This feels good, laughing. Laughing with George feels good. A bit of the weight has been lifted off my shoulders. There's hope.

I can't wait until Fred can come home. I can't wait until he remembers everything.

George left and I was left walking by myself back to the flat.

That's when the PTSD started to kick in. Every loud noise, every loud conversation I heard made me feel for my wand.

Everyone's faces seemed to be covered in the silver masks of Death Eaters.

I was nearly home, the shop was in view, when someone grabbed me and pulled me into Knockturn Alley.

I felt a wand at my neck.