A/N: So this idea hit me when I was watching Just Like Heaven (one of my favorite movies), and then I started thinking about my friend Joe, and how much I wish I could see him again. So this idea hit me, and once I started writing, I couldn't stop. Please let me know what you think! I hope you enjoy it!

David Abbott: Get out of my house!

Elizabeth Masterson: You get out!

[She tries to shove him, but passes through him and falls through the wall]

David Abbott: Rest in peace!

[He turns around to see her standing there]

Elizabeth Masterson: I'm not leaving!

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"Get out!"

"No! I'm not leaving, George! You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself and start living again!" Hermione yelled back with compassion and desperation.

"How can you ask me to start living again, when my main purpose for living is dead?" George cried in anguish. He hadn't broken down to crying yet, but Hermione knew he was close to it.

Hermione cringed but not from fear, but from the strong odor of Firewhiskey on his breathe. She gulped before speaking softly to him. "George, please. We are all worried about you. I understand how-"

"Don't you dare tell me you understand how I feel!" George growled deeply, while pointing his finger in her face. "Don't. You. Dare!"

"But-"

"Get. Out!"

"Fine! Be the stupid, stubborn prick you are and cause your family even more heartbreak! I don't care anymore! I'm washing my hands of you because I can't watch you do this to yourself anymore!" Hermione yelled through her falling tears, before apparating away.

Hermione was surprised she didn't splinch herself when she arrived in her flat. She mentally reprimanded herself while throwing her jacket on the floor and walking into the kitchen. Her tears were still running down her face, but she didn't care. No one would see you. No one was there to judge her.

Taking a deep breath to cease her crying, she leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor. She put her arms around her knees and brought them close to her chest. "How can I possibly help him if he won't try? He needs Fred." She looked up at the ceiling as if Fred would be there. "Fred, I don't know what to do. He needs you." She pleaded for Fred or someone to give her a sign, but none came.

Hermione wiped her tears off her cheeks and sighed heavily, before standing up. She was mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted after her confrontation with George, and all she wanted to do was go to sleep and never wake up. Never have to worry about what George was doing to ruin his life. Not have to watch the Weasley's suffer while their son ruined his life.

She threw herself on her bed, and pulled the blanket around her. She whispered to no one in particular, "I wish you could be here Fred. You'd know how to help George." A lone tear escaped her as she fell asleep.

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Hermione stretched her arms above her head as she awoke from her sleep. She glanced out the window and saw that the sun was just coming up. Surprisingly, she had slept through the entire night peacefully. She sat up and continued to stretch out her tired muscles before she started to take her top off take a shower.

"Whoa, Granger! We haven't even gone on a proper date!"

Hermione squealed and fell off the side of the bed twisted up in her sheets. She peeked over the edge of her bed towards where the voice came from. What she saw was the very last thing she would have ever expected. Lying there was none other than George Weasley. "Wh-what…George Weasley!" Hermione stood up and untangled herself from the sheets. She sent a death glare towards George and put her hands on her hips. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing in my bed?" She screamed.

George gave her a hurt look. "Hey now! First of all, I am not George, and secondly, I can't believe you actually cursed! You, of all people! I expected better of you Hermione," he said before lying back casually as if he had slept there on a day to day basis.

Hermione's eyes widened. That's not George? Was it a Death Eater who had taken polyjuice potion to look like George? But why hadn't he killed her while she was sleeping? She reached for her wand on the bedside table and pointed it at the person on the bed.

"If you're not George Weasley, then who are you?" She said menacingly, glaring at him.

He opened his eyes and glanced at her and her wand. He appeared to be calm and unfazed by her actions, but she wouldn't let that distract her. "You know, for the brightest witch of our age, you'd think you'd know the answer to that question."

She gave him a confused look but before she could reply, he sat up and continued talking. "Actually, you wouldn't have even asked that question, because you are the brightest witch of our age, and you know exactly who I am." He jumped off the bed onto the opposite side of Hermione and gave her a knowing look.

Hermione stood there dumbstruck. I know him? If it's not a Death Eater, and it's not George, then who? Her eyes widened in recognition and she gaped at him. It couldn't possibly be…

"Fred?" she whispered, tears forming in her eyes.

He swung his arms open wide and said, "The one and only!"

"B-but how?" She dropped her wand arm and started walking towards him around the bed. "How is this possible?"

"Hey, I didn't ask questions. I was just asked if I would help you out and I quickly accepted!" He said excitedly, smiling at her.

"Help me out?" she asked, confused yet again. How could Fred possibly be here?

"Hermione," he said softly and motioned for her to sit. After she sat, he continued, "Your pleas were heard, and I've been sent here to help you. I'm here to help you set George straight."

"What? But, why come to me? Why not just go to George?"

"Because Hermione, he isn't the one who asked for me. You are. And it's because of you, that I'm here now."

Hermione took a moment to wrap her head around this. Fred was here! He was actually here!

She shook her head and looked at Fred. "Are you for real?" She started to reach towards him to touch him, but when she should have touched his cheek, her hand passed right through him. She gasped. "You're a ghost!"

"Err, yes and no. I'm not a ghost like Nearly Headless Nick, but I'm not exactly alive either," he clarified as if it was no big deal that her hand went right through him.

"So, you're..?"

"I'm an angel," he said simply.

"An angel? You are far from being an angel, Fred," she chuckled, remembering how much of a trouble maker he used to be...along with George.

"Yes, well I must have done something right, because I am indeed an angel," he said standing up and spinning around.

Hermione stood up and said, "Okay, so you're an angel that was sent here because I asked for your help with George, correct?" He nodded while smiling at her with a cheesy smile. "Okay, so let's go see George! Once he sees you, you can talk to him and explain to him-"

"Hermione, you don't understand," he interrupted her. "You are the one who asked for me. You are the only one who can see me."

Hermione felt the wind leave her lungs. Brilliant!