November 11, Sunny (Part 1)

"Fred!"

Angelina was jolted awake by Joey's trembling body. She quickly sat up, shaking Joey gently to wake her. "Joey, wake up! You're having a nightmare!"

Joey's eyes snapped open, startling Angelina. Her eyes were bloodshot, filled with tears that streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"Joey, what's wrong?" Angelina asked cautiously, her voice soft. "Are you feeling okay?"

Joey didn't respond immediately. Her eyes darted around the room, unfocused, as if she were trying to piece together where she was. Then, her gaze landed on Angelina, and she frowned, looking confused and disoriented.

"George…" Joey murmured, her voice barely audible. Before Angelina could process why she was calling George's name, Joey suddenly pushed her away and bolted out of the dormitory in her pajamas.

The sound of Joey's frantic footsteps echoed through the quiet common room. She reached the boys' dormitory and began pounding on the door. "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The door swung open, revealing a sleepy Lee Jordan. Other boys peeked out from their rooms, rubbing their eyes and muttering about the commotion.

"Joey?" Lee asked, startled by her disheveled appearance. "What's going on?"

Joey pushed past him, her eyes scanning the room. "George! Where are you, George?!"

George, his hair a mess, exchanged a confused glance with Fred, who looked equally bewildered. "I'm right here," George said, stepping forward. "What's going on? Did you mean to call Fred?"

Joey didn't answer. Instead, she grabbed George's face, brushing his hair back to check his ears. Both ears were intact. Relief washed over her, and she threw her arms around him, sobbing. "Thank you, George! Thank you!"

George froze, acutely aware of Fred's piercing glare. "Uh, no problem?" he said awkwardly, patting Joey's back. "But, uh, maybe you should hug your boyfriend instead?"

"Joey," Fred said, his voice tight as he pulled her away from George. He placed his hands on her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. "Your boyfriend is right here."

Joey's tear-filled eyes met Fred's, and she let out a choked sob before throwing herself into his arms. "I thought you left me! I thought you were gone!"

Fred held her tightly, his confusion giving way to concern. "It's okay, Joey. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

Lee and George exchanged a look before quietly slipping out of the room, leaving Fred and Joey alone. The other boys in the hallway, who had been eavesdropping, quickly retreated to their rooms, not wanting to get involved.

Fred guided Joey to his bed, where she eventually cried herself to sleep. He lay beside her, holding her close, his mind racing with questions about what had caused her such distress.

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The next morning, sunlight streamed through the tower windows, a rare break from the weeks of rain. Students eagerly spilled out onto the grounds to enjoy the warmth. Joey woke up to the sound of birds chirping, her head resting on Fred's chest. She blinked, slowly realizing where she was.

"Good morning," Fred murmured, his voice still rough with sleep. He tightened his arms around her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Joey smiled, nestling closer. "Good morning."

Fred chuckled. "You know, I've been waiting for the day I'd wake up with you in my arms, but I didn't think it'd be like this."

Joey's cheeks flushed, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she looked up at him, her expression serious. "Fred, I need to tell you something. Something important."

Fred's playful grin faded. "What is it?"

Joey took a deep breath. "Last night, I had a dream. But it wasn't just a dream. It felt… real. Like a memory from another life."

Fred frowned, his grip on her tightening. "What do you mean?"

Joey hesitated, then said, "I think I was reincarnated. In my past life, I read about Hogwarts in a book. A book called "Harry Potter". It was written by a woman named J.K. Rowling. And in that book, there's a final battle. A lot of people die, Fred. Colin, Professor Lupin, Tonks… and you."

Fred's breath hitched. "Joey…"

"I know it sounds crazy," Joey said quickly, her voice trembling. "But it felt so real. I can't just ignore it. I need to tell Dumbledore. I need to do something to stop it."

Fred stared at her for a long moment, then nodded. "Okay. Let's go talk to Dumbledore."

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Dumbledore's office was as whimsical as ever, filled with strange trinkets and the soft hum of magical instruments. Joey and Fred sat across from the headmaster, who listened intently as Joey recounted her dream.

"I saw a lot of people die," Joey said, her voice breaking. "Colin, Professor Lupin, Tonks… and Fred. It wasn't just a dream, Professor. It felt like a memory. Like I'd lived through it before."

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. "Reincarnation, you say? It's not as uncommon as you might think, my dear. In fact, I have a young friend who's in a similar situation."

Joey blinked, surprised. "You're not… shocked?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "At my age, very little shocks me. But tell me, Joey, what else do you remember?"

Joey hesitated. "Not much. I didn't read the books very carefully in my past life. But I know there's a final battle. Voldemort and his followers attack Hogwarts. A lot of people die. I can't let that happen again."

Dumbledore nodded, his eyes twinkling. "Then we'll do everything in our power to prevent it. Thank you for sharing this with me, Joey. Your courage is commendable."

Joey felt a weight lift off her shoulders. For the first time since the nightmare, she felt a glimmer of hope. Whatever lay ahead, she wouldn't face it alone.