Hello everyone and welcome to my new fanfiction. I never wrote one in English before, so if you see any mistakes, please tell me. I'm still learning. ;)

This story is mostly about Fred and George Weasley after Deathly Hallows. I started writing this before I heard of what happened to George after the war.

I also have some problems with Peeves. If you find him doing something he would never do, please tell me.

Well, that's everything for the first chapter. Now the formal stuff:

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to J.K. Rowling, but if you see someone you don't recognize then it's most likely mine. Since those are unnecessary minor characters, feel free to steel them. The storyline itself is mine and if there are any similarities to other fanfictions, then they aren't wanted and you can send me a link to the story you think I 'stole' from, so I can check it.

Pairing: None. At least not yet and I'm pretty sure there won't be any.

Summary: The war is over and took many innocent lives. Fred Weasley's life is one of those. He didn't only leave a loving family, but a twin who can hardly manage to live on his own. Unfortunately they made a deal just in case one of them dies and after this deal is over, the real adventure starts and instead of "ruling the afterlife" as they planned, they make a final decision without thinking enough into it.

Chapter 1

Everything was dark around him. He couldn't feel any pain, he didn't know if his surroundings were cold or hot, if he was inside or outside - Was he alive? Did he die in the battle?

His head was empty. The only thing he knew for sure was, that he was alone. He couldn't hear, see, smell or feel another person. Where was his twin? Where was George? He was supposed to be there with him, wherever "there" was.

But wait.. Weren't they seperated in the battle? Of course they were! He had been sent to protect a hallway with Percy. But what happened then? The minister was there. Yes, that was sure. The minister was there and then Percy said he wanted to quit.. Or something like that. So, what happened after that? He would've noticed if he died, right? Was he in a hospital? But where were the doctors?

Why couldn't he see anything?

Fred was scared. Honestly, purely scared like he'd never been before. He wasn't someone you could scare easily, he was brave and strong and optimistic. Normally, he would've laughed about being blind.

What scared him the most was, that he was alone. Fred wasn't used to being alone, he'd never been alone, there was always someone besides him. George was always beside him! So where was he? Did he leave him? No way, no way, George was the last person to leave him alone. Fred sighed, but no sound escaped him. He would just wait. He would wait for his twin - No matter how long it needed.

Suddenly there was a small light in front of him. He didn't have time to wonder why he could see again until the light was right in front of him, only inches away from his face. It was shaped like a door, big enough for him to enter it and it looked warm. Warm and comfortable, he wanted to feel it.

Fred realized that he had stretched his arm out to enter the door and hastily took it back. He wouldn't leave the scary place he was in, he had decided to wait for George. It was his final decision.

When they were younger and his mom dared to take them out – she was always worried to lose them, especially Fred and George – she always told them what to do in case they got lost.

"Always stay where you are! Stay where you are and wait until your Mommy or Daddy come to take you. Don't go with anyone else, no matter what they tell or give you. Just wait.", he could picture her face clearly. Strict and worried, but also smiling after they all nodded quietly. Their mom was such a nice woman, Fred wondered where she was. He would just wait for her.

Slowly he brought more space between the door and himself, just in case it would try to eat him.. or something like that. He noticed that there were no walls around him, he retreated further and further until he stopped and looked around. The door was far enough and he didn't want to go to far, otherwise he could miss George when he'd come and get him.

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George sat still at their – at his – desk in the twins' – in his – room in the Burrow. He ordered some papers in front of him, having tears in his eyes but still smiling. There were three letters in front of him. With an easy spell, he set two on them on fire. The third stayed at the middle of the desk, next to some photos. The photos all showed the twins, of course.

George sighed and decided that he wouldn't need any of the papers about Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and set all of them on fire without hesitating. The same happened to the essays on the far end of the desk. Nobody needed their bad marks anymore, they quit school anyway.

Without all the papers, the desk looked abnormally empty. There were just the letter, the photos and a big brown book. George looked at the book. Should he burn it? Keep it? Hide it? Bury it? Just leave it there for the others to read it? Yes, he decided. Then he took a piece of paper out of the overflowing bin and scribbled some names on it.

To Mom, Dad, Bill and Lee. Others, keep your hands off this.

He nodded and turned around. The room was clean and tidied up like it hadn't been ever since he could remember. He had got rid of all the inventions and finished products that were normally sprayed on the floor. Nothing was left.

Their trunks were under the beds, school robes still inside of them. He had destroyed almost everything, all their personal belongings – At least those his family couldn't sell to get some money or use for their siblings.

He hesitated before setting a big black note book on fire, like so many things before. There were their ideas, their formulas, everything they needed to reproduce the products for the shop. No one would need them anymore.

Just when he decided that the room was perfect to leave it, he heard his mother calling from downstairs. Dinner. The 31st dinner without Fred.

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See you around!