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Fred helped her down the hallway back to their room.

Somewhere between the couch and her bed, she found a headache that had decided to accompany the itch in torturing her. She kept her eyes closed, and, in what she was sure must have looked like a dramatic act, lifted her hand to her head and moaned, "I've already had the chicken pox, why do I have to have dragon pox too?"

"Just lucky that way," he sighed, sitting down beside her. "Really it's lucky for you that you didn't get Dragon Pox as a kid could you imagine? They'd have taken you into a private hospital and ran all sorts of tests before one of our lot found you," he shivered, having ended up in an Australian A&E years ago. "All that poking and prodding, you'd have hated it."

She dropped her hand and tilted her head looking at him, "Yes it's fortunate I didn't have it then," she agreed, "but why do I have to have it now?"

"Bright side number two my dear Sunny," he smiled pulling up the blankets up to her chin, "You only get it once. And if you've got it now that means you won't die of it in old age, we'll live forever yet."

Link: { Ao3 // FF // Other } Pairing: Fred Weasley/Hermione Granger Status: WIP ~ updated sporacically Chapters: 31/? ~ (11/01/2017) Genre: Romance, Angst Theme: Time Turner, Time Travel, Hogwarts, War Summary: In what was supposed to be her first ski trip since the war, Hermione wakes up from an avalanche to find herself back in time. Despite her search to return home to her time, she is forced to relive her last years at Hogwarts and the War that she knows will claim the faces that now haunt her. In Particular, the face of a certain Weasley that she finds herself slowly falling for.

If you were forced back in time, would you try to save him?

Fred’s second Christmas on Diagon Alley was far different than the first. Last year there had only been whispers of a coming danger. You could still find families perusing the alley, visiting the shops with bright window displays, packages in tow. Dung dressed like an elf ringing a bell for St Mungo’s and pocketing the gold himself. Flourish and Blotts had created a frosted window with snowflakes made from book pages. The Magical Menagerie had little rats dressed like Father Christmas pulling a sleigh. He, George and Lee had all stopped by Fortescue’s Ice Cream parlour to try the Brain Freeze Yeti challenge, something they had failed horrifically and nursed with a Fire Whiskey when they returned to the shop. This year there had been no magical shift between Halloween and Christmas. Fortescue’s ice cream had been closed since summer when it’s owner had disappeared. The Menagerie was still opened but Dung was gone. Fred had saw last Tuesday when he entered the alley that a large notice had gone up on Flourish and Blotts door announcing that the store would be closing its doors in the new year but would remain open for Owl Service orders. There was only one shining light that would guide those foolish enough to venture into the Alley, and that would be Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. Read More

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In what was supposed to be her first ski trip since the war, Hermione wakes up from an avalanche to find herself back in time. Despite her search to return home to her time, she is forced to relive her last years at Hogwarts and the War that she knows will claim the faces that now haunt her. In Particular, the face of a certain Weasley that she finds herself slowly falling for.

eeep, I can't take credit for "Closed", that's all whoinwhoville, not me! But she did write a beautiful story with fantastic characters. ;D I can and will take credit for having Benedick!David as my sidebar, though! and happy new year's to you and yours as well.