Authors note: Hi guys! I've been wanting to write something about Fred and George ever since Fred's death in Deathly Hallows. Hope you like this one-shot and intimate moment between the two brothers. Please review, even if it is criticism. I'm always open to suggestions :)

Disclaimer: All these characters belong to the illustrious J.K Rowling.

Harry had been waiting for a long time, almost a year for this moment. He had kept the thing for the right time and he had told no one about this, not even Ron and Hermione.

It was the month of January, 1999. Eight months since the Battle of Hogwarts. The memories of May 2nd, 1998 were blurry for him. Maybe he wanted them to be a bit faded. So much loss, so much information to process, so much exhaustion, so much of burden on his shoulders being weighed on and off at the same time. But it didn't matter if he wanted the memories to be faded or not, the stabs of feelings were still very acute. The pain, the thrill, the revelation and most of all – the feeling of being young again. For eight years he always had Voldemort at the back of his mind. All the bloody time. But now he was not under those bonds. He was a free man. He had amidst all the shock and despair after the battle, managed to find some amount of considerable happiness and peace. He had Ginny and of course, Ron and Hermione, who, for 8 years had never, not even once, left his side. He was grateful to everyone for making him feel so warm and loved. But he always felt guilt. The guilt came in tumbling so suddenly at night that he would wake up, face bathed with sweat and his sheets all twisted up. He would pant and try to convince himself that it wasn't, it wasn't his fault. But all the casualties…they died for him didn't they? Because of him didn't they? Was he better than Voldemort? He tried to keep those thoughts away. But they just came back. Every damn night. He needed some solid evidence to console himself. He was frustrated with himself for not being able to escape nightmares even after the war. In fact, it seemed as if the nightmares became more vivid. Green flashes of light and people getting killed, magical creatures being wounded, the walls of his beloved school getting crumbled. It was all so ghastly. That's why he felt so relieved today. Apprehensive, yes, but also relived. He was finally going to give those people who cared for him, who had fought for him, something in return.

On that dark night of May 2nd, 1998, while he was going to the Forbidden Forest, he had that dark stone with him. The stone that had given him the courage to go and face his death. He had never thrown away the resurrection stone. He had neither used it nor forgotten about it. But it was about time that he gave it to someone who needed it…badly. Harry had waited for 8 months because he didn't want the wound of losing someone to become re-opened so soon. He wanted that person to get stabilized, to accept the fact that his brother was gone. He wanted George to feel happy about this and not sad.

Now, as Harry looked at the small stone in his hand, he hoped desperately that it would work out how he wanted it to. But he thought that it was only fair for George to have some alone time with Fred for a while. He called George inside one of the rooms of the house which he was temporarily living in. Harry saw how haggard George looked, much better since May but nonetheless he looked thinner and the customary grin on his face was a bit forced.

"What's up mate? You haven't got another Dark Lord to defeat do ya?" George joked.

Harry didn't say anything. He walked towards George and then opened up his palm and put the stone there.

"I hope you utilize this time." Harry said. And with that he left the room and George was left there with a puzzled look on his face.

And then George saw him. Him. And it was like someone had pushed him back into time. Flashes of memory came flooding to him. Fred and him playing pranks on their mother, pulling Percy's leg, on the Quidditch field together, bunking Snape's classes, scaring Ron with spiders, Weasely's Wizarding Wheezes. The magnitude of the memories hitched George's breath and for a moment he thought that it was all fake. But then Fred came towards him with that goofy grin on his face, and he understood that this silvery, spitting image of his brother, was his brother. They were identical, so much so that even their mother had difficulty sometimes to tell them apart. But it was only now that George realized how much he wanted to memorize every part of Fred's face, every single curve and angle of his face. All those months separated, all those months feeling as if someone had taken his heart and had thrown it away after passing a knife through it. His heart was bleeding, and seeing Fred made his heart bleed even more. When he looked in the mirror, he always saw himself… never Fred. And this was Fred. This ghostly boy waving at him was Fred. And George didn't want to even blink his eyes in case Fred vanished. He wanted to see him even if the hot tears pressing at the back of his eyes threatened to blur his vision.

"Georgie. Long time" Fred said.

"Long? Long?" George whispered after a pause. "It's been ages. Ages since you left me. It's been a living hell."

"C'mon, it couldn't be that bad. You get our room to yourself now."

"Does….does this seem funny to you? I've been trying everything I could to forget you. To erase you, because it's too hard. It's so hard." George's knees shook and he collapsed to the ground, his sobs uncontrollable, and the tears falling hot and fast.

"George." Fred said in a soft voice. "George, look at me."

George looked up painfully.

"You know you couldn't ever forget me. Even if you tried to, you couldn't. I know that."

"Please come back. Just come. I-I can't stand it anymore. P-please. Please." George whispered, barely audible.

"George, this is my spirit form. I am not real."

"You're not even bloody real… WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE? I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOU. GO AWAY! LEAVE!" George's hands shook and his voice trembled with tension and he broke down again.

A silence passed for so long that George thought Fred had actually gone…forever, leaving him shaking and sobbing. But then he looked up and Fred's shimmering form was still there, smiling at him.

"Are you happy about this Fred? Do you not want to be with me?"

"How can I be happy without you?" After a pause Fred continued, "I love you George. That will never change, but I'm dead and it's time you accept it. I already have and it doesn't affect me anymore."

"No….don't leave me." George croaked.

"I'm not. I never have."

"Then why did you?" George whispered softly.

"It wasn't my choice. Any of this. But this was my fate and this is yours. Seeing you like this…it hurts so much. I want you to be happy, not this state that you've worked yourself up too." said Fred and walked closer towards George, looking directly into his eyes. "There is much I want to say. But it can wait. We shall meet one day, again."

George felt like his heart was getting slashed into tiny, fragmented pieces. How could he live? How could he want to live?

"Are you happy Fred?"

"I am. But I will be waiting for our reunion."

George couldn't find words to spill out from his dry mouth.

"Mum's changed so much." He said in a choked voice after some time.

"That cannot be helped. I bet mum's worrying if I have my meals properly in heaven."

A strained smile etched itself on George's face.

"You really are a prat…even in ghost form."

"Who said I changed?"

"I love you Fred."

"I love you too."

A pause.

"What do I do now? George asked, looking at Fred with bloodshot eyes.

"You let go." Fred whispered.

"This is it?"

"I'll be waiting for you. Let go now."

Another pause

"G-goodbye Fred."

"Goodbye."

And with that George dropped the stone from his palm and Fred was gone. He knelt on the ground and the tears kept on falling, washing his face. His shoulders shook and he grabbed his hair with his hands and balled them into fists. And as he closed his eyes he kept on repeating the same thing over and over again- "Fred."