Hey guys, so yeah, this is another story, it is a Battle of Hogwarts memorial fic, and might have three or four chapters, two for sure (this one and Nymphadora). Anybody who follows me as an author, I apologize for not updating my other fic, I'm just not very good with commitments, sorry :/ Also, I apologize if this is OOC, I'm not very good at writing funny characters... anyway, on with the story!
The day? May 2nd
The year? Two thousand twelve
My name? Fred Weasley the first (oh, how I love saying that)
Years after death? Fourteen years on the dot.
My story . . . Fourteen years ago, on May second 1998, during the Battle of Hogwarts, I Fred Weasley, prankster, twin, son, and brother, died, no, I was killed, murdered, I was brutally murdered! *dramatic stage stagger*
I'm not really sure where I am right now, just that everyone who did is here, not that it's heaven or anything, (that was apparent when all the Death Eaters and Voldemort came) I think that it's just a place where departed souls go. But the sweet thing is, George's ear is up here!
Anyway, I guess that reason Mrs. Potter wanted us to write this was as a reflection (Prongs seems to think McGonagall put her up to it, but I think she came up with it all by her little lonesome. Of course I wouldn't say that to him, I've only finally achieved full Marauder status. I am proud to say that I am Gred, the TRUE fourth marauder. (Apparently Padfoot did something real bad to Pettigrew when he died, and nobody has seen hide nor tail of him since.)
****not on paper****
"Fred, are you reflecting, or are you talking about being a marauder?" Mrs. Potter's said from right above Fred.
Fred looked flustered, "oh, yes Mrs. Potter, working very hard on my reflection! You can go now!" he said to her.
Mrs. Potter just shook her head and laughed to herself, "just like James."
While Fred mumbled to himself, "dang that woman's good, almost as good as Mom." Before turning back to his paper and actually starting to reflect.
****back on paper****
Okay, so I better start working on my reflection, or else Mrs. Potter is going to be on my tail. So I guess I'm said that I'm dead, I mean, who wouldn't be? But George? Merlin, he definitely, got the worst half of it, not looking in a mirror for three years? Ooo that had to have been tough, (but he did do a good job of hiding it). In the very beginning after my death, I just wanted him to do some prank, have someone cheer him up, he needed to get out of that depressed state, I really didn't want him to join me here. George needs to live twice as long, once for him, and once for me. Happily enough the perfect person came along, Angelina.
Oh, about Angelina, of course she's pretty, she is! Sweet Merlin is she pretty! But I always knew that George was infatuated with her, it was always George and Angelina in my head. Going with her to the Yule Ball, I did that for George, I danced with her once, the rest of the time she was with George. Ange and I were just friends.
Talking about George and Ange, naming there son Fred the second? Merlin! That was bloody unbelievable! I can't believe they did such a thing! I always go and play with little Freddie. Oh, speak of the devil! (No, not Voldemort) little Freddie is waking up! Bye!
Fred Weasley
Mischief Managed
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