A/N: So this is just a short oneshot I wrote, slightly based off a headcanon I found on Tumblr. Hope you enjoy!

Fred Weasley wasn't quite sure what happened to him at first. One second he was teasing his brother Percy, but before he could finish his sentence, something happened. A flash of severe pain, and then… Nothing. He opened his eyes to see darkness, with nothing but a small bit of light floating a little ways away from him. Thinking he saw George's face, his twin brother, he went towards it.

When he got closer, though, Fred no longer saw his twin, but rather Sirius Black, Harry Potter's godfather, and Remus Lupin, his old Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. They were smiling at him, but looked sad, as though they were about to tell him something horribly tragic has taken place.

He kept going, though, until the circle of light became as tall as he was. Fred blinked, and suddenly, the darkness was gone, replaced by an almost blinding light. He found that he was also lying on his back, three people standing at his feet. Remus and Sirius were both there, along with Harry. He was confused for a moment before he realized:

Freddie, that's not Harry.

It all hit the young prankster like a ton of bricks. The flash of pain, feeling as though he had been crushed by something, the dark tunnel, seeing three people he though were gone forever, one of whom he had never even met. Fred Weasley, Hogwarts legend, joke shop co-owner, brother and friend, was dead.

He took a moment to let this sink in.

The three men around him, two now looking much younger than when he had known them before, smiled again as he stood up. They introduced themselves as Moony, Padfoot and Prongs, the Marauders.

Two young women then walked up, one with bright scarlet hair and vivid green eyes put her arm around Prongs, as another with violet hair and a lively expression joined Moony. People continued to walk up, Lavender Brown, Colin Creevy, Dobby the elf, Snape, Dumbledore, even Harry's owl, Hedwig joined the group. Fred noticed one thing, though, that both saddened him and cheered him up: George Weasley was not there. He had not yet, at least, been killed in the war that was certainly still raging down at the castle.

I'll see him again one day, he thought. Just not today, I hope. Not any time soon.