A week ago you were on a Quidditch match against Hufflepuff. You can hear the crowd cheering for either side as you race through the air on your broom, heading for the ball as you do. All of a sudden, someone comes flying your way and the next thing is you’re falling off your broom and towards the floor before you black out.

That caused you to be hurt really badly. It also caused you to fall into a short coma due to your injuries so your friends have never left your side unless they physically needed or were forced too.

Fred has been the most distraught, staying at your side constantly, whenever he could. He is always holding onto your hand, refusing to let go and if he wasn’t at your bedside, he brings you flowers for when you wake up.

One day when he’s sat by your bedside, he’s almost desperate to speak to you again.

“Please..wake up..” He whispers in a pleading voice as he kisses your hand.