Hey! This is Bird here.

Lately, I've been having ideas fly around in my head, so I decided to create this. I hope you like it.

And for the record, I have no idea where this story is going to take me.

Summary: The war is over. Harry Potter is triumphant. George Weasley is absolutely miserable until Fate decides to interfere with the poor red head. She grinned. "Who knows? He might actually succeed this dangerous task to bring you back."

Prologue

Fate whistled as she looked upon the humans with absolute delight. She was happy as she can be, death and corpses all around her. She grinned when she heard the bloody screams and cries of dying souls being collected, their destination sealed to heaven or hell, not that she really cared about that.

She casually walked toward the white infirmary and caught the sight of the mourning young man. His red head stood out of the stark whiteness of the room, like a spot of blood splattered on the clean canvas.

She hummed.

She has always loved red heads. The whole lot was a bag full of spitfire she couldn't help but want to play with.

Like a hummingbird, she practically flitted toward the gangly, tall man, who was staring with empty eyes at the body in front of him.

The body looked identical to the human, every feature exactly the same, except for the missing ear on the living one. Strangely enough, the corpse looked like he was laughing. The expression was fixed on his face, his eyes glassy.

She couldn't help but instantly like him. It was rare to see someone die with a smile on his face, the phrase quite literal in this case.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she tapped the red head's shoulder.

He whirled around instantly at the action, whipping out his wand point blank at her face. There was a fierceness in his glare that some would call animalistic, like a beast ready to bite.

She smirked.

How kinky.

"Fred Weasley. Born April 1, 1978. Twin of George Weasley, missing ear, only physical difference between the two of you. Died on May 2, 1998, at the age of twenty at Battle of Hogwarts where Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort."

She thoroughly enjoyed the shocked look on the man's face, his face pale as she listed of the information. He swallowed hard.

"How the bloody hell do you know that? Who are you?" his voice was hoarse, as if he hasn't talked in a long time. His weariness was back now that the shock wore off, whole body tense.

She couldn't help but be reminded of those damaged souls who came back from war. The battle at the wizarding school could hardly be called a war, but with the death toll written on her scroll, it could be counted as one for the wizards.

She tossed her hair back and grinned. "Fate is my name. Most call me a bitch, but I don't honestly care for such details."

He stared at her with disbelief and snorted cynically. "Right, like I'm going to believe that."

"Oh, you better believe it. After all, I'm in charge of who dies or not. Including your brother's." she added. She watched as he stiffened at the implication, a flash of rage on his face.

"You-You killed him?"

Wasn't that a complicated question. She clapped her hands. "Ding ding ding! We have a winner!" she mock called. She laughed when she saw his murderous expression. It was such a nice, broken look. Oh how she loved when humans give in to turmoil. It always made things so much more interesting.

"Why? Why? What did he ever do?" his voice spoke of anguish and loss. She didn't have it in her to sympathize for doing her job.

"Be mortal."

Her answer made him choke. She continues. "Everyone dies, it was just his time. Though I did add the fact he died laughing. Humans who are capable of doing that is something to be admired."

"So what, this is all a game to you?" he snarled. "You think this is funny?"

She rolled her eyes. "Honey, I've been around for more than four thousand years. Death is always a funny topic. You humans always have the misconception that someone could die honorably, when in truth, death is just death. Your bones decompose in the ground and become nutrients to insects and other little critters. There is absolutely nothing more pitiful than that. Only good thing that comes out of it is that I have a new toy to play around with when it happens."

He barely gave her a second before he tried leaped at her, face wild with fury. She, of course, merely disappeared and reappeared behind him, making him stumble forward. She waved a finger at him and tsked.

"Now now. That's no way to get a woman's attention." she sighed in exaggeration. "Groping like that, honestly."

"What do you want?" he demanded. "Here to take his soul?"

"I was." she admitted. An idea started to take form in her mind, her eyes glinting. "However, after meeting you, I might actually change my mind."

"How kind of you." he said sarcastically.

She giggled. "Oh, you'll think so if I tell you my offer."

She'll probably get in a lot of trouble from the higher ups if she did this, but she didn't really give a damn. Hades should get a life, pun intended.

He gave her a mistrustful glare.

She couldn't blame him. It was a good thing he had some common sense.

"How do you feel about time travel?"

*SSB*

Though not many knew this, George Weasley was the older one out of the twins.

Molly Weasley told that tidbit of fact when George was very young, with Arthur being the witness. The father had seen the dawning comprehension on the boy's face, and had worried that his son would use this to his own advantage.

Thankfully, that was not the case.

After that, the older twin made it his personal mission to take care of his twin, doing everything he could to be the best older brother he could. He took his responsibilities very seriously, without the other twin ever knowing.

When Fred wanted to play with his toys or eat his snacks, George let him. When he got sick, George was the one who was at his bedside, making sure to entertain him by reading books and telling jokes and stories that made the other laugh. Whenever his twin needed help, George was there in an instant, a constant companion and friend.

Most people assume it's because they're twins, automatically making them have a special bond. To some degree, that's true. But that reasoning was only close to the real reason.

The only people who knew the truth were George's parents, and his brother Bill. Charlie had been a bit too young then to have paid attention when Fred and George were born.

For years, they were partners. They did everything together, from their love of pranking and having fun to having a particular taste to brunettes (both discovered this when they were thirteen as crushes began to take root).

But that did not mean they were identical in every way, like most presume.

George, out of the twins, was the more level headed one. He was the one who made sure both wouldn't get caught (well, not as often, but still) and stop his other half from doing anything too reckless. Fred was the more creative one, coming up with the craziest ideas that worked half the time when they experimented products for their joke shop. To George, Fred was the one who kept them together like glue. His insane behavior is what made his other twin stay sane.

When both were together, their mischief could rival the Norse god Loki, colorful chaos splattering everywhere they went. Quite literally and figuratively at times.

So when he saw his brother drop dead on the ground, laughing expression carved in, he wanted to kill himself then and there. All the good things in life faded as he stared into his brother's faraway gaze, seeing something he didn't.

The only thing that held him back was his older brother Percy, ironically enough. The bespectacled red head had yelled in his face when they got to be alone, telling him there was no way in hell he would ever let him die.

The twin without his twin had wanted to laugh and cry at his words, both actions due to hysterics.

So he continued to fight, revenge pumping in his veins as he slashed and killed like never before, a raging demon taking on anything that came his way. He just honestly didn't care anymore if he died on the battlefield. He just wanted it to end.

Didn't care who died because his other half had been ripped away from him.

So the minute the crazy woman said time travel, hope flared up like a bag full of exploding snap, a bit of life coming back to him.

"I'll do it."

She blinked.

"Well, that was fast." She noted dryly, but was smiling happily when she said it.

George took a deep breath in order not to strangle her, looking at her square in the eyes with more severity than anyone would've ever seen him.

"How do I do it?" he demanded. His hand twitched for his wand again in impatience when the claimed to be deity merely stoked her chin, as if jokingly imitating Albus Dumbledore. If the situation wasn't so serious, he definitely would've teased her by that action.

She gave a resolute nod before giving a cheshire grin. "Not so fast little grasshopper. There are rules, much as I hate to admit it." He jerked back a bit when her hand was suddenly in his face, only her index finger raised.

"Rule number one, you obviously can't tell anyone the truth. You lie, you mislead, anything but the real story. Got it?" she said sternly semi-jestingly. At his nod, she continued. "Rule number two, this particular time travel will begin at the beginning of your life. Capiche?"

He was about to nod before he halted. "Wait, when you say beginning..."

She smirked. "Yes, I mean the very beginning of your life. As in, the time you are born."

This thought tilted his world upside down a bit. The implication that he's going to have to relive his whole life was unfathomable to him. He could only imagine how that would work out.

On second thought, he wouldn't need to imagine it if this was the case.

He hung his head, resigned. "Fine fine. Bloody hell this is weird." he muttered out the last part. She snorted.

"Tell me about it." she paused. "Actually, don't."

"Anyway, the final rule is very important." he was thrown off by the suddenly piercing stare she was giving, her expression graver than he had ever seen. "Do not try to change too much of Harry Potter's life."

He frowned, puzzled by her intensity. Harry was admittedly important (he was the bloody Boy Who Lived, duh), but he didn't seem so important that even Fate was interested in him. Yes, he beat the crap out of Voldypants, but he was still just a kid. A bit of dread began to creep in as well as suspicion, a vague idea in mind. "Why would I interfere?" he said slowly.

Fate glanced away, scowling with displeasure. "You could say his home life isn't... well, golden standard."

"Yeah, I figured that." he shot back sarcastically. It didn't take a genius to figure out having bars on windows screamed of abuse. "So you basically don't want me to get involved with his home life? Is that it?"

"Of course I want you to." she snapped, causing George to jump a bit. "Unfortunately, it's not 'allowed.'" she quoted the word by dubbing it with her fingers, annoyance clear in her tone. "Honestly, if he hadn't had such a crappy childhood, he wouldn't have become such an angst driven teenager. Jeez."

While her ranting was a bit humorous to George, he stayed on topic. "Aren't you already breaking the rules by sending me to the past? How's having a better childhood going to change anything?"

She shrugged. "Well, it could or it couldn't. It could go either way to be honest." a sudden, calculative look entered her eyes. "However, there's a better chance of the future not destroying itself if you befriend Potter in his first year of Hogwarts. You could save your brother and save Potter from a lot of pain. It's a win win situation."

George mulled this over before finally nodding. "In other words, help Harry when he needs it." the irony of him, Weasley prankster extraordinaire helping someone not get into too much trouble didn't escape him. Fate bobbed her head.

"Yup. Pretty much." she looked around the infirmary before raising an eyebrow. "You going to say good bye to your family?"

"No." he replied immediately. He knew it sounded heartless, but he wanted to see his twin as soon as possible. "No, that's not necessary."

In just that one second, the deity actually looked understanding. The moment passed and she rubbed her hands together diabolically and smiled.

"Alright. Let's get this show on the road then." she said cheerfully. Before she could do anything though, George just had to ask one question.

"Why are you doing this?"

She paused in her mid gleefulness and quirked up an eyebrow, looking at him as if he was stupid. "For fun. It's been a while since I've seen someone so desperate." she grinned when he bristled at the underhand insult. "Then again, I guess that's why humans have outlived even us immortals."

George frowned. "What do you-"

"Ta ta!~" she interrupted him, reaching out one hand to touch his forehead. The moment she did, he vanished into thin air.

When he was gone, she plopped herself on Fred Weasley's bed and grinned manically at the corpse. "You have one scary brother Mr. Weasley. You're very lucky to have that man at your side."

She grinned. "Who knows? He might actually succeed this dangerous task to bring you back."

*SSB*

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