Disclaimerrrrr: I don't own Harry Potter!! That's a shock...
I am back, everyone!! Sorry for the delay in writing. School is a...bad word. Nywho, so this fic is just to make fun of all those "George-is-emo-and-kills-himself-post-DH" fics. I've nothing against them, buuuut...I can't see Fred being okay with it, so I wrote my own...and then got carried away and made a second chapter.
Oh and I was so reading Lord of the Rings right before I wrote this, so in the second chapter, if you think of the whole, "Even the trees resenting his happiness" like the Old Forest, that's because I was just reading about it...and some of the speaking and, Death is more like a Ringwraith than a dementor...and yah, OH and so then, the way that George goes back to life is like...okay you know that Pokemon episode from the first season where Ash and Pikachu die and become ghosts, then just lay in their bodies and come back to life at the end of the episode? Well, imagine that's how George goes back to life.
haha anyway, so...not sure what else to say but have fun? XD
well, read on!
He was reaching into the cabinet to grab something, his fingers had just closed around something that felt suspiciously like parchment. He was about to pull it out, knowing Filch could return any moment...
Suddenly a loud knocking sound was heard at the door of his small appartment. Grumbling, Fred wandered over to the door and yanked it open, only to come face to face with his deceased uncles, Gideon and Fabian.
"Fred! You're awake, finally!" Gideon said testily, he had panic written all over his face.
"What took you so long?" Fabian declared, but before Fred could answer, he grabbed the younger boys shoulder and dragged him roughly from the appartment. Gideon grasped Fred's arm and began to pull him down toward the Window that let the deceased look at the living. Fabian let go of his shoulder and instead began pushing him.
"Wait, what's going on?" Fred demanded, not entirely sure if he should resist or go along with these obviously crazy people.
"George is--" Gideon began, but upon hearing his twin's name, Fred didn't wait a moment longer to hear the rest of the sentance, and instead began sprinting down to the Window, quite forgetting that even in the Afterlife he had the ability to Apparate.
When he reached the Window, slightly breathless, the faces around him were looking grim. Fred pushed his way over to the Window and peered through it. Upon seeing what it was focused on, he swore so badly that Tonks smacked him very hard on the side of the head.
Fred, however, didn't care. He began pacing, keeping one eye on the screen in front of him, waiting for George to make his move. The moment he did, Fred would be at King's Cross, waiting for him.
The others watched him anxiously. Finally Sirius broke the silence, "Fred, maybe you should sit down. I don't know if he's going to go through with it, I mean...He's kind of unsure about whether or not he wants to do it..."
"Doesn't matter. There's a possiblity. As long as there's a possibility, I'll wait." Fred answered without looking away from the Window.
In that moment, there was a flash of green light and the dull sound of a body hitting the ground. The next sound to shatter the silence was a loud CRACK as Fred, finally remembering that he was a wizard, Apparated to King's Cross to greet his brother.
The others shared looks of dismay and mingling curiousity. On an unspoken agreement, they all rose and followed the Weasley twin.
"GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY" Fred shouted the moment he arrived at the barrier. He didn't even wait for his twin to recognize what was going on. "HOW DARE YOU DO WHAT YOU JUST DID! DID YOU STOP TO THINK ABOUT HOW THAT WOULD EFFECT OUR FAMILY? NO, I DON'T THINK SO. MUM ALREADY LOST ONE OF US, I DON'T THINK SHE'LL TAKE KINDLY TO LOSING ANOTHER --"
"Fred!" George exclaimed, finally coming to himself, "What--?"
"No. You be quiet, and you listen to me!" Fred said in a deadly voice, "Did you not just hear me? I asked you if you thought about what you just did. Then I answered myself, clearly you did not. Mum and Dad are already in so much pain, HOW could you go and selfishly add more? What about Bill and Charlie? We're their little brothers, they were supposed to protect us, and they'll have failed us! That's how they'll feel! What about Percy? Percy was THERE, George. He was THERE. He'll feel like this was ALL HIS FAULT and NEVER get over it and probably NEVER get back to living properly. And Ron? We're his older brothers! We're supposed to take care of him, and how can we do that if we're dead! He'll have to run the shop for you now instead of doing what he wants. Who's going to give him advice about girls and tell him to just suck it up and marry Hermione? Percy? Ginny? Speaking of Ginny, I've already hurt her something terrible, and now you've gone and ripped her heart AGAIN." he paused to take a breath.
"But I couldn't --" George tried again, but was yet again cut off.
"I don't want to hear about how you bloody well couldn't. It's not just our family. What about Lee, eh? We're his BEST FRIENDS, we're supposed to be there for him! HE was there for YOU. Did it ever occur to you that he might be hurting too?! What about Angelina, Alicia, Katie, Oliver, Harry, Hermione? They care about us and they're our friends too! Don't you see the enormity of what you just did?" Fred demanded.
"N-no...I guess I didn't..." George said feebly.
Fred looked even more furious at that, he took another deep breath, and began shouting again at his twin. Fred seemed to tower over George. He clenched his fists in anger, to stop himself from hexing his twin right then and there. George cowered before Fred's anger as if it was their mother bellowing at him and not Fred. Then again, maybe he was more afraid of Fred than he was of their mother. Really, Fred was quite scary when he was mad.
Meanwhile, the others who had been hiding behind the pillars at the Station were having a very hard time not laughing. They needn't worry, however, Fred was shouting so loudly that he probably wouldn't have heard them anyway...
"Merlin, I knew Molly had passed on the ranting-gene to Percy, Ron, Bill, Charlie, and Ginny, but I thought it missed the twins." Gideon commented, his face red from contained laughter.
"I know! Me too! I guess it was just buried, waiting for an appropriate time to come out." Fabian agreed.
"I've only seen her rant like this a couple times, and I dare say Fred could give her a run for her money..." Sirius said, voice muffled by a hand over his mouth trying to cover up his fierce chuckling.
"This does reminde me of a time in the Great Hall when I saw young Percy yelling at them for some prank or another. I never thought the twins could be so reminicent of him." Dumbledore commented very quietly. He had come along because he had nothing better to do, and this had guaranteed to be faintly amusing at the least.
Lily, however, did not find this amusing in any sense, "I don't think it's funny at all. The fact that George would even do this..." she let her sentance trail.
James shrugged kind of guiltily, but Lupin nodded his head although he agreed with Lily. The smiles became smaller and almost non-exsistant on the others' faces.
They turned their attention back to the twins, where Fred was still shouting. Suddenly he fell silent.
"Now then, go back to life." Fred ordered, his voice sounded hoarse and raspy.
"What?" George was shocked. Why had he stopped shouting so abruptly?
"Go. Back. To. Life...Now." Fred said, knowing that the longer he delayed, the more chance of someone discovering George was increased.
"But...I'm...dead?" George offered.
"Of this I am aware. But you're going back to life. I don't care if you used Avada Kedavra or cut your wrists or something, just go back to life. No dying for you, mister." Fred answered.
"Fred. I am dead. I can't just go back to life!" George cried out, suddenly realizing his mistake.
"I'm glad you've figured out what you did wrong. So. Go back to life. I don't want to hear any compaining. GO BACK TO YOUR DAMN BODY!" Fred shouted that last part.
"I CAN'T" It was George's turn to shout.
"THEN I'LL MAKE YOU!" Fred hollered. He grabbed his twin and forcebly began to stear him toward the gate to the living world where he would make George live again, no matter what.
Back behind the pillar, all the smiles were gone.
"Should we go after him? Make him stop? I don't think even he can make George live again..." Fabian asked anxiously.
"No. Let him be. It is for him to realize and understand on his own, and if he does succeed, then he will have learned something from all of this. He will understand that not everything is possible, even with enough nerve, and it is time that he, and George as well, learned that." Dumbledore replied gravely. He began to move away, "Come now, there is nothing more to see, and there is nothing we can do for either of them."
"H...How about we play some Quidditch?" Sirius suggested. Everyone stared at him. "Look! I don't know how to deal with akward situations!"
"I agree." James said, "Let's just go do something 'til he get's back, then we can prank old Snivillus." With that he, Sirius, Lupin, Gideon, and Fabian all moved away to indeed play some Quidditch.
"I love how seriously you're taking this." Lily grumbled in an undertone to Tonks, who smirked and patted her on the back saying, "Well, you're the one who married him..." before running after the guys to join their Quidditch match.
It took many hours for Fred to come back to the Afterlife, and when he did, he came back alone. The others stared in amazement as he walked up to them without his twin by his side.
"Hello, all." Fred said cheerily, taking a seat and propping his feet up on the table.
Colin and Cedric had heard about the adventerous morning and demanded to know what happened.
"I'm not too sure," Fred began, "But George is definatly alive again. I don't now how it happened. It took us forever, too. By the time it happened, the whole family plus Lee, Harry, and Hermione (who are techincally family, I guess) were there and mourning. George was moaning about being sorry and not thinking his actions through, and I just got mad at him and pushed him. He kind of fell through Ron and landed in his own body and then...woke up."
Everyone looked at him strangely, then James asked, "That's possible?"
Fred shrugged his shoulders, "Yeah, I guess so. If you don't believe me, check the Window. It's focused on Harry anyway, and George is in his presense."
They all turned to look at the Window where George was standing in the center of the room making a joke and laughing like nothing had ever happened. They also noticed everyone else in the room wasn't laughing openly, instead they were smiling nervously.
"Well..." Lily began, unsure of what to say. She wanted to be happy for the boy, but she couldn't help but feel it was a bit unfair that George got to come back to life and no one else did.
James didn't say anything, he was feeling just the same way. So were most of the others gathered around the table. Perhaps only Dumbledore did not share those feelings.
Strangely enough, Fred seemed to sense these perfectly rational thoughts and emotions going through the minds of the others. He got to his feet and said, "Well, I think that's enough adventure for today. I'm off to bed!" and before anyone could call him back, he walked off toward his little apartment alone.
Fred noticed the door was still open from that morning but ignored it and walked straight in, only pausing to kick it closed again. He made his way over to the bed and flopped down on it, not bothering to change clothes or remove his shoes. He closed his eyes, and curled up slightly, waiting for sleep to overcome him so he could return to his memories. Even if he told George to go back to life because that's where he belonged, Fred wished he hadn't done so. He wished he could have been selfish and told George to stay, but that wouldn't have been right.
He spent the next couple minutes trying to rationalize with the part of him that ached for his brother to be at his side, trying to convice himself that what he had done was the right thing to do, that really, they're time apart wouldn't be so bad. It wouldn't last too long, and he had the Marauders there, and his uncles, and everyone else. Yes, he would be fine until George came...
Fred decided that with these thoughts buzzing around in his head, he wouldn't get to sleep. As he felt conciousness leave him, his last thought was that he hoped the memory he was going to dream of would be a good one...
"I haven't heard you joke since you were --" Fred heard himself say. Then there was the explosion and he felt pain all over his body, mostly on the right side of his head, but he didn't have time to even change his expression, it all went black though the pain still lingured.
Quite suddenly he heard an impatient knocking on the door of his apartment...again. He opened his eyes, realizing he had only relived his memories, and that he wasn't dying all over again. He sat up stiffly and reached the door. Fred stared at it for a moment before pulling it open.
Instead of seeing his uncles or any of the Marauders at his doorstep, it was Severus Snape who was standing there with a triumphant expression on his face. He smiled nastily and said, "Well, Weasley, you're adventures from yesterday have reached the ears of Death. He would like a word with you."
Fred opened his mouth to say something, knowing that if Snape looked that happy nothing good could come from the meeting, but he promptly shut it again. He decided it would be no good to argue, so he might as well just go along with it and try to talk his way out of it with Death, not his messenger.
Obligingly, Fred stepped out of the apartment, again leaving the door open, and smiled cheekily at Snape, "I've been meaning to have a chat with good ol' Death. Been wondering if those Deathly Hallows were really from him."
"No doubt you were." Snape said, still smiling. He began to walk Fred to where Death's abode lay in the Afterlife, for Fred knew not the way.
As he went, people stared at him. Fred felt like he was on Death Row, except for the fact that he was already dead. He tried not to focus on what was going to happen next, and instead focused on what tactic would be best to get himself out of whatever trouble he (and George) had gotten himself into. It was so much harder without George to confer with. Should he try flattery? Distraction? Logic? A combination of all three?
They reached the heafty black gates that lead to where Death lived when he wasn't reaping souls. Snape gave Fred a bit of a push and said, "Oh, do enjoy yourself, Mr. Weasley."
Fred didn't look back but said, "Thanks for the help, Professor! You know, just looking at this place, I would guess that it belonged to you, not Death. But then, you're both depressing enough to be the same person."
Snape scowled, then he spun around and stalked off, leaving Fred alone in front of the gates.
He took a deep breath and pushed open the gates, ready to see for the first (but not last) time the home of Death.