AN: Hey! I got the inspiration for this from a headcanon I saw on Tumblr saying that Fred joined the Marauders in Heaven! It was just so beautiful that I simply HAD to write it up.
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything.
Light burned behind Fred's eyelids. He opened his eyes slowly, only to squint against the harsh brightness of the white room. When his eyes finally adjusted, he noticed that the room seemed to go on forever. He glanced down, and realised that his clothes were crisp, and incredibly white.
Fred took all this in without any real surprise or shock… only when he glanced up again, did he jump and gasp. At the end of the long room, there stood three young men. Even from the distance, Fred could tell they were all very good friends.
Slowly, Fred stood up, his eyes never leaving the group. He walked slowly, careful not to make a sound. He didn't want them to notice him until he was sure they were safe.
As he got closer, he could see that the tallest of the three had sandy coloured hair that fell over his forehead and into his eyes; eyes that seemed to be the colour of honey. He seemed to have faintly pink scars across his face. The man standing beside him was rather tan. He had long black hair that just brushed his broad shoulders. He had piercing light grey eyes that sparkled with mischief. Standing across from this man, was a man with eerily familiar messy black hair. His hazel eyes were hidden behind rectangle shaped glasses that were perched on the bridge of his rather long nose.
Fred ruffled his red hair as he examined the group. They were all quite familiar, yet he couldn't remember where he knew them from.
Suddenly, the man in the glasses swung around and held his arms out wide to Fred.
"Fred, my boy," The man yelled. "So good to see you!"
The man with the sandy coloured hair shook his head affectionately.
"James, he doesn't know who you are," He said with a smile.
"James," Fred murmured. Suddenly, it all clicked. "You're James Potter!" He shrieked, pointing at Harry's father. "And you," He said, turning to the sandy haired man. "You're Remus Lupin! You were my Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher in fifth year!" Finally, he turned to the man with the long black hair. "And you," He yelled, slightly breathless. "You're Sirius Black!"
"See Moony! He does know me after all!" James chuckled, elbowing Remus in the side.
"Wait," Fred breathed hesitantly. "If I'm here with all you, then…" He trailed off, tears sprinkling his blue eyes.
"Yes, Fred," Remus said. "You've died, just as the rest of us."
"Why are you three here, anyway?" Fred questioned moodily, hastily wiping the tears away. "Are you like, what, the bodyguards of Heaven, or something?"
"I think Hell would be more suitable for us," Sirius said, chuckling.
"Actually Fred," James said, suddenly serious. "We Marauders need a fourth man. Care to join us?"
Fred stared at Harry's father. Surely he couldn't be asking what he's seems to be asking… Fred, join the amazing, mysterious pranksters known as the Marauders?
Fred couldn't answer. He couldn't do anything but stare at James.
"Shall we take that as a 'yes'?" Sirius said, examining his nails.
"Only if I get a cool nickname."
At this, the three men chuckled. James motioned for Fred to follow him. He did, and the quartet sauntered off to greet their long-lost loved ones.