Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
A/N: this story doesn't go with any of my others but I wanted to give it a shot anyways.
Johnathon Skison had been assigned the terrible job of moving the dead bodies of the Battle of Hogwarts to a medical room set up in an old classroom. He was moving a ginger haired young man to the room when he saw the body's eye twitch. Johnathon almost impulsively dropped the body, but gave it a look over before bringing it to the death room.
Placing the body gently on the ground he leaned to check for a heart beat and sure enough there was one. It was weak, but a steady "thump, thump" was definitely coming from the young man's chest. Leaning away from the body in shock he quickly called over Madame Pomfrey.
"Madame Pomfrey! Quickly!" said Johnathon in an urgent voice.
"What is it young man?" she replied rushing over to where he was leaned over a body.
"This man, the others told me he was dead, bbbut … but he has a heart beat!" he said stuttering
"Oh my!" said Madame Pomfrey noticing who the body belonged to.
"Give him to me! I'll take care of him" said Madame Pomfrey quickly gathering the body in her arms and practically running down the corridor to the hospital wing.
She had just placed Fred Weasley's body on the bed when she heard him try to speak. It was clear he was very much alive, but his injuries were severe.
She promptly examined him and determined that he had a severe concussion that had left him unconscious for many hours but, that he had no spell damage which would make it easy to heal him.
Once getting Fred in stable condition she went straight to the Great Hall to bring the news to the Weasley's.
"Molly, Arthur!" she panted running over to them.
Molly looked up at her with red eyes, obviously she had been crying. "Yes Poppy?" she said quietly.
"Fred! Fred is alive!!" she practically screamed. "He's up in my office with a concussion, he's just regaining consciousness now but he'll recovery fairly quickly"
At this point the entire Weasley clan was looking up at her with wide eyes. Within minutes the entire family was crowded around an alive Fred.
"How … how is this possible?" said Molly with tears of happiness streaming down her cheeks. Arthur grasped her hand tightly while his free hand was on his son's shoulder.
"It's a miracle mum" said Fred in a weak voice. "We're the miracle twins mum" he and George laughed in unison.
"My boys, my boys!" sobbed Mrs. Weasley enclosing the twins in a hug.
"So George, depending on when I get out of here, could you bring the box of new inventions over?" said Fred
"FRED!" yelled Mrs. Weasley as the Weasley's and Hermione with her hand enclosed with Ron's, and Harry, with his arm around Ginny, laughed. Just then a young man walked over to Fred.
"Hi, I'm Jonathon Skison, I'm glad you lived" he said.
Fin.
A/N: This story is very close to my heart. It was inspired by my friend's grandfather who fought in WWII and got shot and was believed to be dead, but as someone moved his body they saw his eye move and he's still alive today.