It was a shock to Gideon Prewett when a lanky, extremely young Arthur Weasley fell out of the sky into the poppy field filled with people. He had been sitting down, enjoying the eternal sunshine with Fabian and Riley, when the boy had fallen right on top of them, shouting at the top of his lungs about ears and Percy being a lovable dick. Strange, Gideon thought, he didn't remember Arthur having Molly's eyes, or having that many freckles. He never thought Arthur would have called his wife's favourite a lovable dick, either.
"What are you on about? I'm Fred!" The boy had shouted, causing a stir in the peaceful field. Fred Weasley, Sirius had shouted at the top of his lungs when the boy showed up, how the Hell did he end up here? Gideon watched as more people fell from the sky, the old inhabitants of the field sobbing with joy at the newfound arrivals. Gideon still could not believe that his nephew was here, of all places. He was young, he was not meant to be here. He had grown. Fabian threw his arm around the boy, who bore a striking similarity to him, ruffling his already ruffled hair.
"Last time I saw you, you were just a little shit! Gid, look, he's almost as tall as me!" Gideon could not see why everyone was so happy; all he could imagine was Molly. Did Molly know that her son was here, with them? Did Molly know that he was in good hands? How was she holding up? Everyone of the new arrivals was swamped, hugged, held, kissed, they were welcomed with a bittersweet joy.
It seemed as if only a day had passed since the huge amount of people falling from the sky. Few had fallen since then, their appearances few and far between. The people in the field were content with their afterlives, Abime Delame had taken to making poppy crowns for his beloved, while the rest of them reclined about like kings and queens. They did not miss food, or water, or any other thing, for that matter. They were in an endless state of bliss. Fred, Fabian and Gideon were in the middle of a mud fight when a woman fell from the sky, shouting about Arthur and grandchildren. Her hair was in white curls, wrinkles curled around her face as she lay in the grass. Standing up slowly, the boys watched as her hair turned a deep red, her skin smoothing and her figure shrinking as her old form seemed to melt from around her. Molly Weasley stood in front of them in a white dress, a shocked expression on her face.
"Hey Molly," Gideon called out, as the inhabitants of the field began to swamp her with questions, with hugs and kisses and tears of joy. Almost seconds after she had fallen, another body came down from the skies, this time an elderly man in a white shirt and deep blue jeans. He bounced up just as fast as she had, his freckles and orange hair strikingly similar to Fred's, but different in a strange sort of way. Arthur and Molly Weasley greeted their old friends, a sense of relief washing over both of them. It was unexplainable, completely strange and out of it, but they felt as if there was nothing more brilliant and carefree than being in the poppy field with their friends and their family.
"Gideon, you bloody prat." Molly moved out of the crowd, tackling her brother and throwing her arms around him. The grin on her face was huge, as was the grin on his. The years of no contact seemed to wash away as they hugged.
"You never change, Molly." He laughed, pulling her close and holding his sister tight. Fabian jumped on her, forcing them into a three-way hug that none of them wanted to break. Fred leaped on the small pile, as did Arthur. They were all a tangle of arms, legs, grins and poppies.
Gideon Prewett had never been happier in his entire afterlife.