J K Rowling should be afraid. Very afraid. Because she killed off my second favorite character, a certain mister Fred Weasely. And because of that, Katie and Fred didn't get the happy ending they deserve. So I'm giving it to them. Hope you like it!
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It would be too long.
Fred knew he couldn't be sure how long it would take until it happened, but he knew however long it took would be too long.
The worst part, though, was knowing he couldn't hope for it. He wasn't allowed to hope, or want, because that would be the worst thing possible. He couldn't wish for Katie to join him.
Because he was dead.
It had been so long since it happened, but at the same time it had been only seconds. Time made no sense in this strange place he hung in between life and death.
He wondered briefly why he wasn't moving on. Why he wasn't with the others who had surely died in battle. But he dismissed the thought quickly. He knew why. He was waiting for her.
Then he was struck with a horrible thought. What if she didn't want him. He had no way of knowing how much time had passed. What if she loved another.
He lay down in the soft, white nothingness, trying to clear his head. All he could to was wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Waiting was hard, he decided. He wasn't sure he could do it anymore. For all he knew he'd only been dead thirty seconds, and he still had another eighty years before he could be joined by the love of his life.
No, not life. Existence. Because he was dead.
He groaned. This was impossible.
Then there was a soft sigh.
"I suppose I've died," a voice said. Not quite familiar, but not completely unrecognizable. Fred turned to see an old woman standing near him. She looked to be about seventy, but she had the same bright blue eyes.
"Katie," he breathed.
"Fred!" she replied happily, throwing herself at him. And the moment she touched him, all the lost years melted away. As she pulled away from him, he saw standing across from him, the same beautiful seventeen year old girl he'd fallen in love with all those years ago.
"It's been so long," she said, tears in her eyes. "Too long without you."
"You didn't forget me?" he asked hopefully.
"Never!" she exclaimed, shocked that he would even say that. "There was a=never a night I didn't dream about you, or a day I didn't wish you were here. And anytime I tried to go on a date, there you were. But it's alright, I forgive you. I know it was my fault anyway."
"Huh?" he asked, confused.
"For falling for you," she said, as if it were obvious. "Fred, you idiot," she laughed. "There could never be anyone else. There was only ever you."
He grinned. "Well then my dear, would you please accompany me."
"Where?" she asked, confused.
"I haven't the faintest idea," he replied. "And that's why I need you to come with me."
She smiled and took his hand, vowing that wherever they were going, they would never be separated again.