I been lookin’ for an excuse to go down, see Pip, chat ‘er up. I noticed she came inta work lookin’ a bit…more…pippy few weeks ago. Been meanin’ to ask her about it, but never have quite got the chance. Fred and I been inventin’ up a storm for the coming summer.

Well, now I got an excuse. Our newest show of genius is tested and ready for production, so I take it down to Pip’s mad laboratory.

I push the door open, and there’s our Pip, hair pulled back, stirring a madly bubbling cauldron an’ hummin’ to herself.

( Tryin' to get Pip to squeak )

I take the new recipe the clone and I’ve perfected and patented, and make a few copies, put some protection spells on ‘em, laminate ‘em, seal ‘em, and pray to Pads that Pip doesn’t incinerate ‘em.

“Gonna go run this down into the mad scientist’s laboratory. Pray to The Three I come back in one piece,” I tell Fred, pocketing one of the Ultra-Recipes.

I leave Fred laughing, yet promising his prayers, and trot on down the stairs into Pip’s den. “Oi!” I call in. “Genius entering. Make way.”

“Come on in, Fred and/or George,” Pip calls back.

“Got something new for you to try-and-not-blow-up,” I say.

( Cool. )

The first thing I’m aware of, I’m sitting up in bed, my head, chest, shoulder, and heart aching like mad. I almost yell out from the immediacy of it, the combination o’ the physical pain and the lingering fear, but settle for just flouncing back into the bed. The evening before was like a really bad nightmare. Maybe more so with what I just woke up from.

I wipe the sweat from my eyes and look down at the bandage on my wrist, perplexed. Don’t remember getting hit there, but then there’s some things I don’t quite remember. Like anything between Fred getting crucio’d to when I woke up with the taste o’ blood-replenishment potion in my mouth. Fred was there. Fred was alive. He was talking to me. That last bit ‘fore right now was just a dream

( Just a night terror )