D: I own nothing but random ideas. Character's are JKR
AN: Alright. So the series has been over for two years this July. Two years ago, the war was settled and people had to accept that Ron and Hermione got together, Draco didn't marry Ginny, and Harry didn't buy a baby name's book. But for some reason, two years after the fact, I still like writing for Fred and George. Perhaps it's because I fought Fred's death for while, perhaps it's because I was irked JK mentioned Percy but not George in the 19-years later. Either way, for whatever reason, I can't let my twins--or their fan fiction--go. So, here's Fred's side of things after the wall fell. . . i hate all walls now, just for the record...
Chapter One: Dancing
They say that there is a special place you go if you are among those that die young.
When I was a little boy, my Uncle Bilius would tell us stories he had heard from some of the ghosts at Hogwarts. Some would say you are taken to a place where you stay as your youthful self for eternity, in youthful splendor, attitude and beauty. A place full of light, music, laughter and love. A place where you could happily wait for your friends and that when their time came, you could continue on the journey with them.
Others say that you are one of God's choice spirits and rank high on the "food chain" on the other side. In other words, you would get run errands or "Messages" to some of the other angels when not sitting on a cloud and trying to learn how to play a harp.
Yet there are still some, Uncle Bilius would say with a smile, that say the gift is given to you to walk in two worlds. For a year, you can do this. For a year, you can walk your former pathway. You can see your friends, your family, you can even sneak a favorite food. You can hear their thoughts, you can put thoughts into their heads and in some cases,you can even step into another person's shoes and speak through them, Out of this situation there's only two catches- they can't see you and it only lasts for a year.
Oft times, people who choose this path don't stick with it. After a few days they snap out of frustration and return to a rest reserved for those that die young and wait to join their friends when their own time comes. They get on with their after life's. Others are wise and don't even choose to linger as a dead among the living.
But of course, I've never done that which was seen as wise.
2 May 1998
"Don't worry about me Ange, I'll be fine," I smiled looking down into my favorite pair of amber eyes. Normally, they shone with the gentle laughter that I had grown accustomed to for years. It was only since the Death Eaters and Voldemort had shown up that the laugh I loved to see in her eyes slowly began to fade away.
"Fred-please-please don't go out with Remus to the grounds. I don't have a good feeling about it—" she said again, her brow creasing into a fold. " Why don't you stay around Potter-he usually makes it out alright in the end."
"I'm not going with Remus, or Harry. I'm going with George and Mc G to barricade the castle. Really, you have nothing to worry about—" I said as I took her hands into mine, focusing our eyes together. "I promise that I'll come back. I want you to be safe, but don't waste your time worrying about me. I just want you to make sure you're alright."
"Where should we meet when it's over, 4th floor corridor like old times?"
"Or behind me in the firing squad," I replied with a familiar snicker.
"Fred!" she said, her face slightly aghast with horror. "What—or would you rather be the first to go? Sorry Ange, even if it is for a moment, I don't want to live without you. Call me selfish—but I demand to be the first to go…"
"Fred Weasley, what am I going to do with you?" she laughed, falling into my arms for a final embrace, the faint smell of magnolia's rising from her hair. "Oh I can tell you that," I whispered in her ear.
"Oh? Enlighten me?"
"I'm going to take you out for dinner when all this is over, and we're going to go dancing in London—we'll shred the floor like it's the Yule Ball all over again. After that, I'll take you to the pub, we'll get so drunk— and wake up in the morning happily married."
"Fred—" I could hear a voice calling from behind.
"I'll look forward to that—" Angelina smiled, leaning close to my face.
"Fred—"
"You better, because I can't wait," I started, sealing the gap with a kiss.
"Godspeed Fred Weasley," Angelina whispered as she let go of their embrace and kissed my cheek.
"Fred, come on McG's ready," George said, as he looked from me to Angelina. "Can I borrow my brother for a little bit?" he asked, looking at a witch rolling up her sleeves and pulling her hair back as though preparing for an exam and not a battle.
"Only if you promise to return him to me afterwords," she replied, almost quickly, picking up her wand and heading out the doors of the Room of Requirement headquarters with us. " I mean it George—"
"Don't worry Ang, if anyone can keep me alive it's Geogie Boy," I smiled swinging his right arm around his brother's shoulders, George's left arm following in suit.
"We're a double or nothing deal," George replied.
"Came into the world together—"
"Often fight together—"
"So we'll probably leave this world together," I answered with a laugh as he watched her nod and smile as she turned the corner to join Flitwick and Wood.
"Did you bribe Oliver?"I asked George as we ran down the stairs towards the Great Hall.
"Wasn't much of a bribe—he's doing the same thing to Katie and Alicia. Personally, I don't think the women folk are going to like us much after we lock them in Gryffindor tower, but I'm counting they'll forgive us as soon as they see we're alive again," George answered grimly. "Did we do the right thing messaging them?" he asked, his hand brushing against the DA galleon in his pocket.
"Probably not, but they would've been angry with us either way," I sighed, shaking my head. "Honestly, of all the women we could fall for, we had to fall for the ones that want to fight—"
"Well dear brother, better those that would give all and fight than those that would do nothing and hide," George grimly sighed. "To be fully honest, I doubt Oliver will be able to keep them up there.'
"I agree—but if I tell myself that he can and that Angie's up there safe, then maybe I can make it through the next few hours. Oh well, time to go for it eh George?" i tried to feign smile. Hand on the door, we opened and entered the second staging ground.
"Hello Minister!" Percy grinned as he cast his jinx towards the minister of magic as his knee's buckled. " Did I mention I'm resigning?"
I looked over my shoulder, to see a smile lighting up my elder brother's face. This new Percy is better than I ever remember the old one…As my own Death Eater I was dueling fell under a stunning spell I rushed to his brother's side with a matching smile, hardly noticing Ron, Ron's girl, and Harry joining our sides.
"Fred, Percy look out!" a voice called from up the stairs. I couldn't recall who it sounded like, perhaps it was Ginny? I was too caught up in the moment and had to congratulate Percy –this new him had to be encouraged least the old return.
"You're joking Percy!" I smiled, clasping his shoulder and laughing with him, "You actually are joking- Perce, I don't think I've heard you joke since…"
Then a rumbling noise happened. Whatever the voice had tried to warn me had finally broken thru the castle's wall. I could hear what appeared to be the rushing of stone falling quickly to the ground. I could feel my feet, and quickly the rest of my body loose balance under the stone. I could hear screams, and what sounded like Percy calling out for me. I could feel more, harder stones join my pile and then—alarmed—I felt nothing.
AN: I'm still fiddling with this idea, so feed back, as always, is appreciated. And I'm sorry I killed Fred... again.