It's around three in the morning when Fred and I finally go to bed. We spend hours kissing, talking, and kissing some more, and soon we're practically falling asleep on top of each other. Sighing, I stand up and grab his hand. "Let's go inside, I'm freezing," I say, leading him inside. I relish in the warmth that begins to reach my numb fingers and toes.

I yawn as I walk up the stairs, and by the time I get to the top I'm thinking about giving up and falling asleep on one of the steps. "Goodnight, Aphrodite," Fred murmurs, kissing my cheek. He grins and goes into his room, shutting the door with a faint click. I touch my fingers to my cheek, and then my lips, and smile brightly. I do a little happy spin.

I can't believe that just happened, I think as I collapse onto my bed. It feels like I've known him forever, despite us only knowing for a few months. It's all so... weird. I never really had a proper thought about whether or not I liked him, or a dramatic realization- I kind of knew in the back of my head when we first met, although I tried to deny it. Now, around four months later, we're together. Boyfriend and Girlfriend. Shit, that's so weird to me! I've sort of dated people before, I guess, but it never felt like this. We've been through so much together, Fred and I, and we've become so close that I'm not surprised we're together now. I know it sounds really cliché, but he's perfect to me.

He may be perfect, but I'm sure as hell not. I never really considered telling him about the accident, but it was bound to come to light eventually and he already knows something is up- I'm really glad he isn't pushing me to tell him, though. Tomorrow will be as good a time as any to tell him, because we're travelling down to stay with my Grandma for a few days.

**

I wake up the next morning very happy when the events of the night before come flooding back to me, but my grin quickly fades when I realize I have to tell Fred and George today. Groaning, I fall back onto my bed and wait for the ground to swallow me up. "C'mon, Vee, we have to pack," Lee says gently, poking my shoulder.

"Fine," I retort, standing up and stretching before getting my trunk and beginning to pile things into it. "You know we have to tell them today, right?" I say.

Lee stills for a moment, and then he sighs and nods. "We knew we'd have to eventually."

"Do you think they'll be mad at us?" I ask timidly. The thought has been swirling in my mind for a while now.

He runs a hand through his hair, considering it for a minute. "They'll be a little hurt and think that we don't trust them, but they'll understand. If anything, they'll be more mad at me than you- I've been living across the hall from them for five years now and I never said a word. Plus, Fred is whipped, so..."

My head snaps up, and Lee just shrugs, smirking.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?"

"No, I was going to tell you today, actually. I just thought Fred and I were pretty under the radar."

Lee scoffs. "You guys are about as under the radar as Harry is with just about everything."

I laugh, feeling a little more at ease. Well, that's one less person to tell, I guess. "Are you ready? I want to have something to eat before we go," I say.

Lee nods. I don't know why we didn't think of it before, but we just levitate our trunks down the stairs. Nori and Kiki flip their shit when we try to levitate them too, so Lee takes them and I focus on getting our trunks down. When we arrive in the kitchen, Harry is panting over his trunks. When he sees me gently get the trunks to the ground, he groans. "Ugh, why didn't I think of that?" he exclaims.

"Because you don't use your brain," I say, tapping his head with my wand. He rolls his eyes as I tuck my wand up my sleeve and sit down at the table just as Ms. Weasley- I mean Molly- puts down a selection of food in front of me. Grinning at her, I reach over and take some toast and eggs just as Fred and George arrive downstairs, also levitating their trunks.

Lee sits on one side of me, and Fred sits on the other. When Fred sits down, without looking at me he takes my hand underneath the table and gives it a short squeeze. It makes my heart flutter a little, and I smile. "Should we tell everyone today, before we go?" he says under his breath as he leans across the table to get some orange juice.

I feel a small wave of nerves, but they quickly subside. "I'm fine with that. Are you sure?" I reply.

He glances at me, giving me a small smirk. "We're the Weasleys, we can't keep secrets from each other," he whispers, chuckling. "Besides, they all love you."

My hand reaches up to my necklace, and then I nod at him. "Okay."

When Mr. Weasley- Arthur- along with the remainders of the family sit down, Fred waits a few minutes before clearing his throat. "Everyone," he says awkwardly, making a lot of the conversation at the table slow down to a halt. "Um, Aphrod- I mean Vee and I wanted to tell you all something."

Everyone shares confused looks, but they're mostly silent, which is a first.

"We're sort of together?" Fred phrases it more like a question because he's unsure of their reaction.

I couldn't think of a more Weasley response than Arthur just shrugging and going back to eating. Molly claps her hand and tells us how wonderful it is, while Ginny just groans a "Finally!" and Ron and Harry give us thumbs up. Percy says nothing, but then again, he rarely does. George just smirks- I assume he already knows. Lee just

After breakfast, we decide that Molly and Arthur can drive us to London, and then from there we can take a train down to Brighton. As we're loading our trunks into the car, Fred sidles up beside me. "So, who will we be meeting when we arrive at Casa Di Jordan?"

I can't bring myself to say it. "We'll be at my grandmother's house, so you'll meet her first." I'm saved from explaining any further when Arthur and Molly call us over, and then Lee, the twins and I all pile into the back seat.

The drive to London is filled with laughter and pleasant conversation, and when we get there and see our grandma again- a short, stout woman with stark white hair to contrast her dark skin- she hugs us each and leads us over to her car. As we're moving our trunks and owls from one car to the other, my grandma brings Lee and I to one side, out of ear shot of the twins. "Are they- I mean, I guessed they would be, but are they-"

"Wizards?" I finish for her, raising a brow when she flinches ever so slightly. "Yes, grandma."

"And, uh, are they going to be... performing at my house?"

"Grandma, we've already told them not to do any large spells in the house. If we need to practice, we'll go to the park around the corner from your house." I pause. "But... we have other work to do. For example, all four of us take Transfiguration and we'll need to do homework over the break. We did most of it at their house but we still need to do a few things."

"What's Transpiration?" Grandma replies, looking alarmed.

"Transfiguration. The act of changing an object from one thing to the other."

She shakes her head. "Venus, dear, I don't pretend to understand all of this-" she waves her hand over to the boys, who are putting the owls in the backseat. "But I am trying."

I soften a little. "I know, grandma."

"But if any of you wreck my house I'll have your head," she threatens, wagging a wrinkled finger at me.

I laugh and nod. She's just uneducated on the wizarding world. It's our job to teach her, I remind myself as I squeeze into the back beside Fred. We have Kiki and Nori in the front, and when Kiki squawks grandma jumps, hitting her head on the low roof of the car. Fred and George have to hunch their heads to fit in properly, but Fred assures me he doesn't mind.

It doesn't take long until Fred falls fast asleep, his shoulders bent at an awkward angle so that he can slump over and rest on a pillow that I put on my shoulder because he complained they were too bony. He's out like a light, and soon so are the other boys. I struggle to join them in their slumber- I can't stop thinking about what's going to happen when we get to our grandma's.

"Venus Elle Jordan, are you and that boy dating?" grandma exclaims, glancing in the mirror to look at Fred resting on my shoulder.

"Maybe?" I say sheepishly.

She gasps. "You promised me in your letter that you and both of those twins were just friends! I was going to let you all sleep in the same room. But now, every time you and that boy are together, that door has to be open at all times."

"Grandma," I groan. "Seriously? A 'doors open' policy?"

"Damn right, a 'doors open' policy. I don't want great grandchildren now, thank you very much."

"OH MY GOD!" I mutter, burying my head in my hands. "Grandma, Fred and I aren't having sex."

"But all men are the same, trust me. That boy will try to have sex with you."

"'That boy' has a name- it's Fred, and he's not like that."

"That's what they always say."

"Grandma!" I say, a little angrily. "When I say Fred's not like that, he's not like that. He's a perfect gentleman."

"You bet I am," Fred murmurs sleepily.

I gasp, smacking his arm. "You were listening?!"

"You were very loud, Aphrodite. Besides, I like listening to you call me a perfect gentleman. Just listening to you in general makes me happy," he says, sighing contently.

I wack him on the arm again, softer this time. "Go back to sleep, dork."

"Meanie," he mumbles, but soon enough he is fast asleep again.

**

When we arrive, I gently shake Fred awake. "Time to get up," I whisper in his ear. His mouth is slightly open, and his hair is tousled every which way, making him even cuter- if it was even possible. When I speak he stirs slightly but does not open his eyes. "FRED!" I yell in his ear, making him sit up with a start.

"Are we here?" he says, looking around dazedly.

"Yup," I say, opening the door and sliding out, Fred following shortly after. Grandma, Lee and George are already unloading our trunks. I get Nori and Kiki from the front seat and carry them in.

I glare at the set of steep stairs we have to get up with the trunks to our room. Grandma goes to start climbing the steps, but I pull her back. "What are we doing?" she asks confusedly.

"This," I say, pulling out my wand. "Wingardium Leviosa!" the trunk begins to lift into the air, and with Lee and the twins, we manage to get all of the trunks up in one go.

Grandma, however, is not pleased. "I thought you said you wouldn't do magic, Venus!"

"Grandma," Lee says exasperatedly. "Why don't I take you into the kitchen and explain, alright?"

I explain to Fred and George how Grandma isn't the most understanding of magic, and they seem to get it. After I've pointed them to their rooms, I leave them to unpack and go to my room, which is basically bare besides a few photos of my parents, Lee and I.

As soon as I fall down onto my small bed, I sink into a deep sleep and forget all about telling the twins about my parents.

**

"So..." George says after a moments hesitation. We're sitting at the breakfast table while Grandma wanders around the kitchen, cooking us an assortment of food. "When do we get to meet your parents?"

Grandma lets out a squeak, drops her pan, and leaves the room briskly. I notice Lee stiffen beside George, and I hear a thump- I know immediately that Fred has kicked George underneath the table. George groans, clutching his shin and glaring at Fred, who glares just as fiercely back.

"It's okay, Fred," I say gently, touching his arm. My throat suddenly closes up just as I am about to speak- I am seized with an unexplainable difficulty to explain how my parents are gone and Lee and I still blame ourselves and it hurts, all the time, but sometimes it hurts a little less and that sickens me. How do I explain that to two of the best and kindest people in the world?

Lee understand. He always does. "You'll meet them later on today," he cuts in, shooting me a glance.

I know it's true. And that's why a short amount of time later I find myself on a broomstick, flying in a line alongside Fred, George, and Lee. I relish the feeling of the wind whipping through my hair as we fly over miles of countryside, and my laughter is loud and rings through the cool air. I know where we're going and why, but for now I just want to forget about that. I do little tricks as we fly through the air, but we go fairly slow because Lee isn't the best on his broom.

We land in a field and hide our broomsticks beneath a small bush before cutting through the hedges. Fred and George halt in their tracks when they realize we're in a graveyard, but Lee and I keep going. I realize with a jolt of grief that I'm not entirely sure where their graves are, but Lee looks a little distressed too so despite it sounding very selfish, I'm a little glad that he doesn't know either. It doesn't take long for us to find them, though- although a little dirty, the white marble is still easy enough to spot amongst the other darkened and old gravestones. We come to a stop in front of the two graves, and I gently brush the dirt off of the tops of them. A quick cleaning charm erases a lot of the bird excrement from the top as well, so soon enough they're pretty much good as new. Lee and I sit in between them, and wordlessly we each reach out and touch the cool stone. I can hear Fred and George hesitantly walking up, so I turn and motion them over to assure them that it's okay.

I need to tell them. The last couple of days, Lee has handled me more than he ever has. It's my turn. Emotionlessly, I begin. "Christmas day, nine years ago. Lena and Izar were driving down an icy road when they were distracted by their two children in the backseat. Their car slid off of the road and down a slope into a ditch. They landed upside down, and the children managed to get out of their seatbelts and crawl out. They unclipped Izar's seatbelt and dragged him onto the snow, but he had died on impact. When they saw Lena was alive, they unclipped her as well. She was badly injured and in great deals of pain but she managed to call 911. She asked to be beside Izar so the children managed to get her over there... she sang a lullaby to the two children and died before the paramedics- Muggle emergency doctors- arrived."

Lee leans forward and brushes off a little dust. "Lena and Izar Jordan," he says quietly, not looking at the twins.

"Our parents," I add.

Fred and George carefully kneel beside us. "I'm really sorry," Fred murmurs slightly, his hand raising as if he is about to brush a piece of hair from my face and then pulling back abruptly.

"I am too," George says.

"I know that us saying we're sorry won't bring them back or make things better..." Fred says, trailing off.

"It helps a bit, actually," Lee says. "We haven't really told anyone."

"Not properly, at least." I pause. "It's nice to have you guys here."

Lee and I share a look as the four of us fall into a quiet silence, listening to the birds as they chirp and the trees rustle in the breeze. With a flick of my wrist, my wand is in my hand. Waving it gently over my mother's grave, where the grass is slightly raised up, moss begins to grow slowly. Blooming from beneath the earth, the vibrant green overcomes the slightly duller shade of grass until the ground my mother is buried beneath is a soft bed of moss. With another wave of my wand, the same moss grows over my father's grave. I look to Lee, and he understands. He flicks his own wand and soon enough crops of bright bluebells have sprouted over both of our parents, peeking through the green moss to add drops of vibrant colour to the earth.

I know Lee is thinking of the same collection of memories- all the times our parents would take us for walks in the forest by our house and Lee and I would run through the soft moss, where the same blue flowers would grow tall, flourishing in the sunlight that would filter through the trees.

"I feel like we should do more," I say blankly, staring at the flowers and somehow still not feeling fulfilled.

Lee nods, and with a raspy voice he begins to sing. He sings the song that I hear in my darkest moments, and eventually I join him. Tears roll gently down my cheek, but I am not overcome by grief. I feel like we're not mourning- instead, we're remembering everything we can about our parents, despite our amnesia clouding over specifics. For both of us, we mostly remember feelings associated with our parents, instead of specific memories. All the feelings I have for them, though, are ones of compassion, love, and happiness. They were the best parents we could ever ask for.

As we sing, my hands begin to glow the same vibrant purple that I am often scared of. The power courses through my body, and without thinking I rest my palms on the two small gardens we have created. Almost instantly, the moss is electrified- there's no other way to describe it. It glows the same purple as my hands, and I watch as the glow travels up the bluebells as well. It's beautiful. I let the power grow, and I close my eyes, still singing. When I open my eyes again, what I see shocks me.

The entire bed of moss is covered in flowers, all varying shades of white, purple and blue. The glow spreads away from my parent's graves and onto the ground around it, shocking Fred and George who stand a little apart from us. Stunned, they watch the glow grow through the land beneath us until the entire field is emitting a soft purple light. Slowly flowers and plants begin to grow from the light and when I take my palms away from the earth, the field is now a garden of beautiful flowers. The glow fades from the earth first, and then my hands return to their normal colour as well.

We trail off when we've sung the last line of the song, and I wipe my tears away. Fred and George walk back over from their spot, careful not to trample the flowers. Gently, Fred crouches down and brushes some hair from my face. "Aphrodite," he says quietly, "Are you okay?"

I nod gratefully at him. "I don't know what just happened," I murmur, looking around.

I don't