Disclaimer: I do not own Fred or George. JK Rowling does. If i did own them, Fred would not have died in the DH.

Summary: (Post DH) Be careful what you wish for. When George makes a wish to have Fred back, it impacts the whole HP timeline that the twins were involved in. An impact that may involve Fred and Sirius not dying. But what does that mean? For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. That means Death is two souls short. Either he takes Fred and Sirius some other way or he takes two other souls in their place. Although, can Death be evaded altogether?

Prologue

George shot awake after another dream about Fred. No, not another dream, the same dream. The nightmares had plagued him since the death of his twin. He couldn't take it. He wanted it to end. All he wanted was to have Fred back by his side.

Since the death of his twin, it felt like a part of his being, part of his essence was missing.

Since Fred's death, he had been waking up in the middle of the night shaky and in a cold sweat. Sometimes he'd wake up to someone screaming in the middle of the night. At first he thought it was the ghoul in the attic, but then he'd realize it was himself.

He was living back at the burrow now. He thought it would be better to be around family. He didn't know if it was or not though. All he knew was that he could hardly cope with what happened.

Lightning crashed through the night sky, lighting up the room he and Fred used to share together. Per his request, everything was as Fred left his side of the room. Nobody had touched a thing. There was even a box from Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. It contained some joke inventions that he and Fred were going to de-bug after Bill and Fleur's wedding, before—

Lightning lit up the room again, wrenching George from his thoughts. He was thankful for that, because he didn't want to finish his last thought. Instead, he got up and walked to the window and stared out at the rain.

He walked away from the window and started to change from his pajamas to jeans, a shirt, and a jacket. He put on his boots and walked down stairs. He made his way to the front door and ran out into the rain. It seemed to be thundering quite a lot so he took this as his chance to scream.

"DAMMIT FRED! DAMMIT! WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIE! I NEED YOU HERE!" He screamed out in frustration. He broke down in tears and crumpled to the ground. "Why aren't you here? I need you now! You have no idea what kind of hell I'm in without you." He punched the ground in anger. "It shouldn't have been you. I need you here," he sobbed. "Damn it, Fred! ANSWER ME!" he shouted toward the sky.

There was a chuckle, quiet but familiar.

George looked around frantically. "Fred?" he gasped.

"Yeah, it's me Georgie," came Fred's voice again.

George kept looking around frantically. "But where are you?"

"Open your eyes. I'm right in front of you."

George looked in front of him. There before him stood a shimmering outline of Fred. "But…how?" he asked. "You're dead."

"I am dead, George. I'm not really here right now. What you see is just a creation of your imagination. But I am still here. I'm inside of you."

George just stared at him.

The creation of George's imagination took a step toward him. He took a few more steps until they were right next to each other. Fred took George's hand. "I am and always will he right here," he said, putting his hand over George's heart. "That's all you need to know."

They both looked up at the sky to see a shooting star. "Make a wish, dear brother," Fred whispered into George's ear.

"I wish that you were really standing here with me. I wish we could go back and start things over. I wish I knew that you and Sirius and Hedwig and Mad-Eye were going to die. I wish that there was a way to go back and stop it from happening."