A green flash of light and everything was gone; everything but a whistling noise in his ear. The noise grew and grew until he knew he couldn't take it anymore. Was death supposed to be so loud? It suddenly stopped and was replaced by an icy wave of cold water. Spluttering, he thrashed about and waved his arms and legs, trying to fend off whoever was attacking him.
"Wake up!" Another jet of ice water barraged his face. His eyes flew open. A bright light assaulted his pupils, making his head throb. The light was replaced by a thin, shaggy face. "Hello there," it said. "Welcome back to the world of the living." Someone chuckled behind the face, as if laughing at some inside joke. He sat up into a sitting position and rubbed his face. It was still slick with water.
"Here, let me help you with that," said a woman's voice. His eyes were closed tight so he couldn't see who it was. She muttered something and he found himself suddenly dry. He opened his eyes again. The light didn't seem so bright this time. It looked like he was in a house. The walls were a light blue and several plush chairs decorated the room. At the far end were two French doors made of glass. He could see the people now, too. The red haired woman who had dried his skin and clothes was standing by his head, and the man with the beard and shaggy hair knelt next to her. Both were peering at him curiously. Another man, with a metal leg and one large rolling eye, sat across the room drinking from a small flask. He could hear other sounds, but they must have been coming from other parts of the house since no one in what appeared to be the living room was moving.
"Do you feel alright, Fred?" Shaggy Hair asked. Fred… that's right. His name was Fred. Fred Weasley. And Shaggy Hair was Sirius Black, and the man with the rolling eye was Mad Eye Moody.
"Excellent," he croaked, and then suddenly remembered. "Where's George?" The woman and Sirius looked at each other, apprehensively.
"He's alive," Moody said bluntly and took a swig out of his flask. Fred shook his head, the words seeming to echo endlessly around the room. Moody must have registered the stunned and unbelieving expression, because he explained ever so delicately, "He's alive, and you're dead. We all are."