A Pensieve Filled With Memories

"Who in the bloody hell is ringing at my door in the middle of the night." George grumbled like an old man, putting on his bathrobe. He stumbled down the stairs, wand in his hand as he pushed open the door. "Hello?" Fred reached over a tussled his hair. "Fred?" George frowned as he looked in the empty alley. "Where is Leah?"

Fred sighed as he gave his hair another tug to get him up the stairs. George looked in the alley again before he closed the door and walked up behind Fred. He grabbed a quill and paper from the dresser and put it on the table as he took a seat on one of the chairs. Fred sat down in front of him as he grabbed the pen.

"Fred, what happened? Where is Leah? Is she okay?" George rushed the questions, afraid something horrible had happened.

I screwed up! We bumped into her ex at the party, and we were in the bathroom talking over what happened and she ...

"She what?" George asked impatiently as he stopped writing.

She told me I was the only one she would spend her birthday with, the only one she wants to spend her time with.

" That's great! Oh wait, you said you screwed up."

She told me so easily and I was in shock, I guess?

" But you feel the same."

I do, but I don't know what came over me, maybe because I don't want her to put her life on hold for me, I don't know. So, I answered that she would want to spend it with you too.

" Fucking idiot"

That's exactly what I said to myself when she walked out.

" If I could, I would hit you on the head! Merlin, Fred! But how are you even here without her?"

We got separated at the party, a door closed between us. When Leah opened it again, I was still there. When she saw I wouldn't disappear, she ran out the house. I caught up with her at the bridge, then a motorcycle startled her, and she went over the railing.

"Oh fuck! Is she okay?"

I caught her. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back. I could feel her, George! She could feel me.

George looked at the piece of paper on the table, shocked.

She told me, since I wasn't tied to her anymore, that I should go to you. She thinks I played her, that I pretended to like her to get her help. She doesn't want us coming to McGonagall this Sunday.

" Why didn't you just tell her the truth right then and there?" George yelled angry as he jumped up from his seat, the chair falling to the ground behind him. "You know you just lost the girl of your dreams just because you couldn't own up!"

George picked his wand up from the table and disapparated. Fred looked at the place George had disappeared before he threw the pen away and rested his head on his arms, tears starting to wet his arms. A few minutes later the same POP sounded.

"She's not at her flat." George sighed. "Where could she be?"

Her parents? But I only know she grew up in Hampstead.

" Let's wait until tomorrow. I can send Stella after her or send a Patronus. You better think about how you're going to make this right." George walked to the dresser and pulled out a package out of the top drawer. "Here is the present you wanted me to get her." He tossed the little box on the table. "Night, Fred"

Fred watched his twin walk in his room and close the door. He had never seen him so mad at least not directed to him before. He knew he had screwed up big time even before George got so mad. He looked at the present on the table as he wiped the tears from his cheek.

The next day George apparated all across London, trying to find her. But she was nowhere to be seen. George even went by her work, but they haven't heard anything from her since she took a leave of absence. George went over to the house where the party was the night before, the flirtatious pixie haired girl, didn't see her since she left. She only got a text message saying she went home because she wasn't feeling well.

George apparated home and walked straight through Fred, who was pacing in the living room. George kicked his shoes of angerly. "I can't find her anywhere! I've sent out a Patronus, I've sent out Stella. Is she back yet?" He asked looking up in the empty space.

No. Fred wrote down at the paper on the coffee table.

"Fuck! Maybe I should just to Hogwarts tomorrow, alone." He added. Fred dropped his head in his hands and groaned. He royally screwed up and didn't know how to make this right.

George dropped down next to him when a small hoot came from the window and Stella flew back in, with a letter. "Fred! Stella has a letter." George said as the owl landed on his shoulder. He quickly untied the letter and grabbed an owl treat from the coffee table.

George

I know you've been looking for me but please give me some space. And don't come tomorrow, I need to do this myself. I promise to let you know what happened. And don't worry, I'll still help you get your twin back, but as long as we don't know how, we better keep our distance.

Leah

George rubbed his face as he dropped the letter to the table. "How are you going to make this right if she doesn't want to see us? You are planning on making this right, aren't you?" He frowned, looking around. "Fred?!" He said menacing when he didn't answer.

George, I don't know alright. What if this doesn't work? What if I can't get back? I don't want to tell her how I feel when this may not work! I don't want her to wait for me!

"That's bullshit, Fred and you know it!" George said, tapping on the paper, angry. "The way she looks at you, the way you write about her, or make her laugh. You never had that with anyone, and you just want to throw that away?!" George took in a deep breath as he softened his voice. "I know you care -"

"I LOVE HER!" Fred yelled and wrote it down for George. That's why I can't do this to her. She deserves to be happy.

"And what if she finds a way, what then? You'll be too late. Just think about it, Fred. She can make her own decisions." He ended the conversation as he stood up and walked to the door. "I'm going down to the shop." And with that he was gone, leaving Fred alone. Fred flopped himself down on the couch, his feet dangling over the armrest. He looked to his left, to the present for Leah. As he reached over, he looked at his scar, the crescent that changed his life, when a single tear rolled down his cheek.

Leah walked in the Leaky Cauldron half an hour early as she was afraid George would come look for her again. She greeted Tom in a hurry and walked to the fireplace, grabbing the floo powder and took in a deep breath before she called out Minerva's office. When she came to a stop, she stumbled clumsily out, being her first floo trip alone. She straightens her back and looked around the office. Minerva sitting behind her desk, writing as a vial with Bordeaux liquid stood in front of her.

"Good morning, Minerva." She said as she walked closer.

"Good morning." Minerva looked up from her papers. "Where are the boys?"

"Oh." Leah wringed her hands nervously. "I wanted to do this alone."

"Alright." She said slowly, not believing her. "George told me about the memories. What do you want to do first?"

"Maybe the memories first? I don't know what the potion will do to me."

"Do you have the vial?" She asked as she waved her wand, and a metal basin came floating over setting itself down on the large desk between them. She handed over the vial and Minerva poured the contents in.

"You can read the letters in the meanwhile." She said as she placed the letters on her desk. "To get you up to speed." Minver nodded before she looked down from the pensieve to her.

"Just lean forward. It will look like you're falling but nothing will happen, you'll just go through the memories your Nan collected, the moment the memories stop, you'll come back here."

Leah nodded her head and dipped her head in the pensieve. The memories were familiar, most being the recollections from the letter she wrote to her, explaining everything. A few of them were memories from when she was a child, together with Addie. There were even memories of Cassandra in there, the visions, the prophecies, showed to her clearly. Then there was one memory she didn't know, one that her Nan didn't write about.

She was standing in the tree line, next to her Nan and Sybil as they looked over a large field.

"Grannie Cass told me about the fallen hero, a Weasley twin." The younger looking Sybil said as she pushed up her round spectacles. "There." She pointed to two mops of red hair that appeared, just barely above the high grass. "It will be one of those two. Just like she didn't know which one of your twins will be the long-lost witch, she doesn't know which Weasley it will be."

That's when she recognized the garden, the burrow standing further down the field.

"Is there nothing we can do?" Her Nan asked, pulling her gaze away from the mops of red hair. "Can't we warn them?"

"No, we need to let the prophecy come true. Besides we don't know when or how it will happen."

"Why are they connected, bonded?"

"It can be many things." She said absently. "They could be soulmates, romantically or platonically. It could be that he is a distant relative. Maybe it will just be the first ghost she sees after you moved on from this life." She said casually, like she would move to a different town. "We better leave before someone sees us." Sybil held out her arm and when her Nan took it, they disappeared.

She came stumbling out of the pensieve, Minerva had already seen this coming and grounded her as she gripped her shoulders tightly. "Are you okay?" She asked, looking her up and down.

"Yeah." She said softly as she leaned against the desk.

"Here, eat this. It helps, it always helps." The headmistress smiled as she held out a piece of chocolate.

She popped the chocolate in her mouth as she savoured the taste. Minerva gestured her to sit down on one of the chairs as she took the other. "How will the potion work?"

"You'll fall into a trance like state as the potion will do its work, searching for magic in you. It can take a while especially if it's been dormant for so long."

"Will it hurt me?"

"No, you won't feel a thing." Minerva assured. "If there is no magic in you, if you are a muggle nothing is going to happen."

"And if I'm a witch or whatever?"

"I will see magic coursing through and around your body. Even your eyes will light up in a golden light for just a moment."

"What if I am a witch? Which, even with everything that had happened, is still hard to believe. What then?"

"I have a second potion prepared, to learn about your family history."

"Like a DNA test."

"Something like that. We can see when the line of witches began and how strong or weak it was during the time after. Then we can go see for a wand.

A stick? "A wand?" She asked surprised, envision her with a silly stick in her hand.

"Yes, every witch or wizard needs a wand. There are witches and wizards who can produce spells without a wand, but a wand helps them control it, direct it. With the right one, it will feel like it's a part of you. "It was hard to image that a stick could be a part of you. In her eyes it just looked silly. "There is one more thing. I found some answers regarding your scar, the link between you and Fred. We can go over everything after the potions."

"Alright." She said suddenly getting nervous.

"Oh, and before we start, happy birthday, Leah." Minerva smiled as she popped open the bottle and handed it over.

"Thanks." She pulled the vial to her lips and let it slide down her throat; her eyes getting clouded in an instant.