Two months. Two bloody months. Two months since the battle, two months since...Fred. George sat alone at his desk in his joke store office. Wasn't really a office, more of a observation deck with a desk and cabinet on it. It was late, and George had already gone through a entire bottle of fire whisky. He didn't know why he drank the stuff, it just reminded him of all the times he and Fred had with it. George was still heartbroken by Fred's death. He had always been there, he had always been the daring outgoing one. He looked at the clock. It read 1:57 am. He groaned and banged his head on the desk in frustration. why Fred? Why did you have to stand next to that wall right then? George accidentally hit his head to hard and fell asleep slumped over on his desk
The next morning
"George! Get up you drunk git!" George was shook asleep by his brother Ron. "Alright I'm not drunk!" He said, sitting up and wiping the sleep from his eyes. "Ron w-what are you doing here?" He asked, looking up at him. "Just dropping by to say hello" Ron said,George, a master of pranks and jokes was aware if something...mischievous. "notice anything different about the place?" He asked, avoiding eye contact. "I er..." He mumbled, was normal. Except..."Why are there empty portraits all around the shop?" If this was some terrible attempt at a joke then he would-"funny you should ask George!" He heard himself say. But he didn't say it. But he DID. He didn't, but-"f-fred?" He choked out, tearing up quicker than ever before. Ron was standing there, also tearing up, but holding back a knowing grin. turned his spinning chair around, until he was facing a larger portrait with curtains masking it. He got up, and with trembling hands, lifted up the curtain.
"Good Lord George you've really let yourself go!" Fred's magical painting said, grinning. George broke down into sobs and laughter at the same time. He had never felt such happiness in his life. It took a full minute before he could speak. "Fred, how-how!" He almost yelled."on its simple really brother, a painting was made of my handsome woman-grabbing strapping body, and was enchanted to be just like me! Like the Fat-" "-lady!", they both said in unison. "And check in here!", Fred said, jumping to somewhere inside the portrait."where are you fred?" He asked to nowhere in particular. "In here!" A muffled voice said from inside his jacket. He looked inside, and saw Fred looking smug in a small sown on mini frame. "Inseparable aren't we Fred?" George said, grinning ear to ear. "Yes we are. Now I believe we have jokes to do on people?"
And so began the new adventures of Fred and George Weasly.
so basically what happens is that Freds finds a way cheat death and continue joking and running the shop. This is for all you who hate how Fred died-
Fred and George: or the fact that he/I died at all
Jhd290: EMERGERD ITS YOU! SIGN MY NOSEBLEED NOGGAT!
(They run away)
Percy:no running in the story!