Over two months had passed since the dreaded Hogwarts battle had taken place. Even though the war was over, Harry had beaten the Dark lord, and the world was good again, the memories of that day still lay fresh in Harry's mind; the duels, the curses, and most of all the people that had lost their lives. Three people had been clearly imprinted in his mind; Fred Weasley, Remus Lupin, and Nymphadora lupin. Fred was his best friend's brother; Remus was his father's childhood best friend, and Nymphadora, who hated to be called by her name, but preferred Tonks, was Remus's fairly new wife. Fred had left behind a whole family, a twin brother and his shop. Remus and Nymphadora had died together, in love, but they left behind a newborn child, Ted; named after Nymphadora's father, who was killed for being a muggle born. After the battle Harry was invited back to the burrow to live, since now, he really had no home. He blamed himself for the deaths of every single person who died that night, but especially for those three. Although the Weasley family told him numerous times, since the evening that he arrived, that it wasn't his fault; he couldn't shake the feeling from himself. It just didn't seem right; something didn't sit right. He knew that every person that died that night really did, but something about those three. He didn't think they could be dead; he assured himself they were, but they just couldn't see them dead. He was sure it was because these people were the closest to him, and he just couldn't stand the fact that they were gone, but still something did not feel right.

Apart from the fact that he was depressed about the deaths of those three people very close to him, he was having problems with Ginny. Ever since Fred had died he hadn't really been able to talk to her; it was he, himself that prevented it. He just couldn't talk to her, not after he was responsible for her brother's death. He loved her, and he knew it, but he… he just couldn't bring himself to talk to her. Something still didn't feel right about the deaths of these three people, but Harry just could not figure it out. That feeling he had turned out to be more then just a feeling, at least about one person.

It had been three days since the dreadful Hogwarts Battle. Harry and all the Weasleys were all in the sitting room discussing the funeral arrangements for Fred. Fred had died in the battle of Hogwarts, he had died in Harry's name, and Harry could not forgive himself. The Weasleys all sat discussing where he would be buried, and who would speak. Something was nagging at Harry, something that he couldn't explain. He just couldn't bring himself to think that Fred was actually dead. When Dumbledore and Sirius had died, he knew, even though it was hard, that they were dead. This just didn't feel right, planning his funeral and all. Sometime during their talk Mrs. Weasley asked if Harry would speak and he agreed, although he had no idea what to say. "You lived a good life sorry you died for me," none of this sounded right. Harry looked in the corner where George was sitting on the floor, his face was pale; silent tears running down his face. Within a few minutes they had moved on and decided to discuss the place of burial. George had suggested that they burry him in a small grave yard right outside Hogsmead. Then as they were discussing what the epitaph would read Ginny had let out a small sigh, mixed with tears. The silent tears that had been running down her cheeks, had transformed into sobs. Ginny was heart broken, she never cried in front of people, especially out loud. Quickly she rose from her chair and ran out of the room; her footsteps could be heard running up the stairs. Harry wished to leave and follow her; he wanted so badly to hold her in his arms and tell her things were going to be alright, but he knew in his heart he couldn't. Then almost an hour later as the Weasley's and Harry were in the kitchen; Mrs. Weasley fixing lunch, a shriek erupted through the entire house; it was Ginny. They all knew where she had been; in Fred and George's old room. They decided to lay Fred there while they prepared for his burial. Harry's heart felt a stab of pain, he'd never heard Ginny cry out like that, and he knew it was because of Fred's death. Well, at least that's what he thought. Her shriek was still sounding; Harry could tell by the looks on the Weasley's faces they thought the same as he. That is until the shriek stopped and Ginny began to scream. "MUM, DAD! MUM, DAD! COME HERE QUICKLY MUM DAD!"

"Oh good heavens!" Mrs. Weasley shouted as she dashed up the stairs.

"What do you reckon's wrong?" Ron asked his dad, who was still in the kitchen with them.

"She's just upset Ron, it takes some time, for certain people to really understand that someone is gone, Ginny just might be th…" he was cut short when a another shriek echoed through the house this time belonging to Mrs. Weasley. "ARTHUR! ARTHUR COME HERE NOW ARTHUR!!"

"Oh my lord," he said as he ran off.

A few moments later screams erupted again and again; mixed "Good Lords, Bloody Hell and Merlin."

"What the bloody hell is going on," Ron demanded rhetorically.

"No idea," George replied ", but I'm going to find out," he then rushed up the stairs. A few moments later Georges cries could be heard, "BILL, RON, PERCY! COME 'ERE! COME 'ERE NOW!!!"

"Bloody hell!" Ron yelled as he rushed up the stairs, now the only people left in the kitchen were Hermione and Harry.

"What do you reckon's going on?" Harry asked.

"I dunno," Hermione replied ", but whatever it is, it…, it doesn't sound good."

"Yeah I know," Harry said ", but what are they are so distraught about all of the sudden. I mean I know they're devastated about Fred, but why are they acting like this now?" Hermione just shook her head. "Hermione," Harry began ", you don't think something could've… something could've happened to the body do you?"

"I dunno," she responded ", I don't see why or how anything could've happened, but they are awfully upset."

"HARRY, HERMIONE COME QUICKLY!"

"Let's go!" Harry yelled grabbing Hermione's arm and dashed up the stairs. When they arrived at the door to Fred's room their pace slowed, and they stood in the doorway. The whole family, except for Percy, Bill, who had gone to go escort Charlie from Romania to the burrow, were there at Fred's bedside. Mrs. Weasley was kneeling next to him on the right side of the bed, George was sitting on the bed next to him, Ginny was sitting on the end of the bed, Mr. Weasley standing behind Mrs. Weasley, and Ron was kneeling on the left side of the bed; all had tears in their eyes. Ron looked up and motioned for Harry and Hermione to come stand by him. They both kneeled beside him looking at the peaceful body of Fred Weasley lying there.

"Harry," Hermione whispered ", Harry, he looks… he looks like he breathing!"

"Wha," Harry began but he was interrupted by a hoarse voice, Fred's voice.

"Ha…Harry,"

"Fred?" Harry asked disbelieving.

"Yeah it's me."

"Wh…wait I, I thought you, you were dead."

"So did everyone else," Ron butted in.

"Wait, wait so you're not dead," Harry asked putting his hand on Fred's.

"Nope, mate still breathing; lucky to be though.

"Like I said," George began ", lose a leg or an arm but pack it all in together never!

"I just I can't believe that your, your alive."

"Well, hopefully you mean that in a good way."

"Yeah of course I do."

"I don't understand you were gone."

"Correction mate you thought I was gone."

"Yeah well, what happened? How did you survive?"

"Well, all of you lot take seats while I tell the tale." Mrs. and Mr. Weasley pulled up two chairs, Ginny and George remained where they were, and Ron, Harry, and Hermione all sat back on the floor. Fred began the story.

"I was battling against some stupid death eater when it all began. After I defeated him, I made a run for it in attempts to find George and the rest of my beloved family. On my way I ran into Tonks and she gave me this potion thingy. She poured a drop on my wand. She said it was a shield charm thingy, I can't remember the name. If you're shot with any potentially harmful curses that you have not dodged or blocked it repels them. Well, I was battling next to Percy, two brothers who loathed each other for quite some time fighting side by side. Then, it happened I got shot with a curse, a killing curse, and that's what people, including myself, thought was the end of Fred Weasley. However, three days ago I awakened to find myself in this very bed. After that I found myself in and out of consciousness. The one thing I couldn't figure out was where everyone was, George wasn't in the room. I thought you all had died, and I was the only one left. So that brings me to now. I opened my eyes, well first I raised my arm, and then Ginny was here and she started screaming 'MUM DAD MUM DA…'"

"We got it," Mr. Weasley said.

"You ask me to the story, and then won't let me tell it right, typical. All I'm saying is Tonks saved my life. Where are her and Lupin, with Ted I suppose? Could someone go get them, I want to thank them." He saw the looks on everyone's faces

"What's wrong?"

"Sweet heart," Mrs. Weasley ", they uh, Tonks and Remus, they uh, they didn't make it."

"What?"

"They died in battle at Hogwarts."

"What?"

"They were with you among the other dead."

"Well then maybe they're not dead, maybe the same thing happened to them that happened to me."

"No Fred, they're gone." A look of sadness washed over Fred's face.

An outburst off hugs and kisses erupted and then Fred fell asleep. As they watched him happiness filled their eyes, but Harry could tell the mystery that was being turned over in their minds. What had Tonks given him?