Disclaimer: I don't own anything, J.K. Rowling does. I only own the plot.
Prologue:
He could feel warmth flood through his fingers, it was a miracle to at least feel something. It felt like days had gone by without knowing where he was or what was happening around him. He couldn't see, feel, or hear anything. All he could remember was fighting next to Percy, then the explosion. Everything became dark. The warmth started to go through his whole body, letting him feel his joints again. Finally his hearing came back and he could hear quiet conversations around, but also what could possibly be crying. Groaning, he sat up, feeling the hard surface underneath him, proving he could make noise again and that he could feel again. His vision was last to come back. He turned slowly to his right to see his other half kneeling next to him, crying.
George looked up to see his brother fully alive, sitting up, and wearily smiling at him. "Hey Gred," Fred croaked. "Think you could help me up?" George gaped at his lost brother but scurried up and lifted one of Fred's arms over his neck. He then got Fred onto his feet and helped him stagger along with him while he went over to his mother.
Molly was helping other injured patients when she saw her son coming over to her with his identical half.
"Oh Merlin, Fred you're alive!" she exclaimed.
So this will start my new Fremonie fic! I love to make Prologue, I don't know why. But yeah. Review please! Chapter 1 is on it's wayuy