I haven't written anything for a while (so bear with me) and after reading some head canons where Harry kept the Resurrection Stone, it got me thinking. There was a reason J.K made Harry drop the stone, but the idea of saying goodbye to loved ones was nice. So, this came to me and, for now, it's a one shot. Let me know what you guys think, please. Thank you and enjoy.
Once the dust had settled and Voldemort's body had been burnt - making extra sure the bastard was definitely dead - it was time for Madam Pomfrey to get to work. She scuttled around the wounded, barking out orders to her helpers, tending to those who needed her.
The Great Hall had become the hospital and the hospital wing had become, a sort of, muggle morgue. Except whereas a morgue is cold and clinical with its metal, the hospital wing was warm and inviting. The huge windows let in the May sunlight, they over-looked the lake and a part of Hogwarts that wasn't badly damaged. It was a pleasant room for the recently deceased to rest until they could be taken home.
It was a nice place to say goodbye.
Many of the deceased became ghosts as they still had business to take care of.
Two of the ghosts were Tonks and Remus, they were waiting for Harry so they could speak with him. Even though they'd been prepared to die, they hadn't made any arrangements. (Who'd blame them?)
"We've decided we want to be buried next to your parents, Harry." Remus says, his ghostly hands holding Tonks'. "Get a headstone for Sirius too, so he won't feel left out." He smiled warmly.
"Tell Teddy we love him and we're always with him." Tonks looks pained for a moment.
"I won't let him starve, Remus." Molly announces behind Harry.
The two ghosts smile, "We know." Peace settles over their features. "We must go now, there's a party waiting for us." Tonks grins madly, turns her nose into that of a duck and waves whilst Remus chuckles and they both fade.
Harry wipes the tears from his eyes as Molly pulls him in for a hug. Mcgonagall rests a hand on his shoulder, "I solemnly swear they're up to no good, Potter."
There are similar conversations around the room, many ghosts move on once they've passed on their messages and have said they're goodbyes.
But some stay behind.
Some ghosts like me.
My family, Harry and Hermione stand before me.
"Fred, are you sure?" My Mother is worrying again.
"I'm sure, Mum. I set out to make a difference in this world, even if it's just making people laugh. We created the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes to bring laughter and joy to everyone in a time of great darkness and things can only go up from here. I don't see why I can't finish what I started, just because I'm dead?"
I looked at the faces of the people I love most, all dusty, bloodied and tear-stained.
Smiling, I turn to my partner in crime, my conscience and my best friend. "Now you're the good looking one." George chuckled. He won't laugh the way he used to anymore, no more belly laughing, no more roaring laughter. Just a wry chuckle for now.
"I'm going to need those human hands, George. We've got some work to do." There's a flicker in his eyes, like the dying embers being stoked to life.
"We need toilet seats." George answers, a grin spreading across his face.
"Lots of them." Fred's grin a mirror image.
Hopefully this reads okay, had some trouble when I first uploaded it. Thanks for reading!