What If There Was a Choice
He was stuck, between the life he had known and loved and the heavenly gates awaiting him; a jokesters paradise just within reach.
"It's your choice to make." He chuckled; even in death Dumbledore was guiding him.
He looked up, his eyes locking with the old mans. "I don't know what to do." He admitted.
He loved his family, of course he did, but seeing what was awaiting him made him impatient; he always was the impatient one. Besides returning would ensure months of painful recovery.
Dumbledore rested his hand on the boys shoulder; it was the first time he had ever touched him. "You're nineteen Mr. Weasley; you have life left in you."
Fred nodded, he knew it was true. Behind him a hazy image of his family played. They were all surrounding his body, crying. He smiled when he saw Ron's arm wrapped firmly around Hermione's; those two finally figured it out.
His eyes wandered to his twin, standing off to the side slightly. His heart broke at this moment; not to see George for years would kill him.
"I think I need to go back." He decided at last.
Dumbledore nodded, "Wise choice Mr. Weasley and remember, we always have a choice."
Fred smiled, "See you soon Professor." And then he jumped back into the picture.
Dumbledore nodded, "Yes I think we will meet again one day." He watched as the formerly lifeless body began to stir and Fred Weasley returned to his family.