This story originated as "Greatly Exaggerated," but it started too slow and wasn't going where I intended. So I had to restart it. I hope you enjoy.

Angelina Weasley's day had started so pleasant. The children had easily been dropped off at their grandparents. The Department of Magical Games and Sports was preparing for England playing in the Quidditch World Cup, and it was going as smoothly as it possibly could. And she had miraculously finished all she needed for her last day before starting leave.

But all that had been shattered and made all the more precious with one single phrase.

"Fred is alive."

Arthur had sent her a memo to stay in her office. Hermionie had come and informed her of the mere rumor then waited with her before Percy delivered the confirming blow.

They were now at the Burrow waiting on the rest of the family to arrive. Hermionie was holding their mother-in-law's hand as she tried to grasp the situation while Percy gave a very vague rendition of what transpired earlier in the day. In fact, all he did say was that Fred was alive and that Arthur had gone with him to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

Angelina had her hands protectively on her large belly as she watched the children chasing garden gnomes outside. There were so many thoughts running through her head, but their sweet smiling faces confirmed the fact that no matter the circumstances, they were all that really mattered.

Every time the fireplace whooshed, or a loud crack went off, she looked wantonly for her husband. The first to arrive was Bill and Fleur and their children. Then Ginny, alone since Harry was abroad and the children were at Andromeda Tonks home while she was working. Finally, Ron and George, who were dusting off their robes from renovating the new shop, followed. Every single Weasley that entered that room did so in silence waiting for someone to say something.

"So?" Ginny finally broke the silence after Victoire, Dominique, and Louis were safely outside. "What is it?" she looked to her mother, who was now sobbing, for an explanation.

"Oh, Fred," Molly wept.

"Fred is right there, Mum," George assured his mother and Angelina pointing to his son who at that moment was swinging a garden gnome over the hedge.

"Your brother, Fred, love," Angelina gently took his hand and in a single look swore to him it was serious.

"Yes," Percy loudly cleared his voice and took a breath, "Fred disapparated into Hogsmeade late this afternoon in front of several witnesses including Aberforth. He believed he had just come from The Battle. With no other memory. And he looked it too," Percy looked to a spot on the floor. "The same clothes, and as if he were still twenty years old."

"'Ow iz zis possib'e?" Fleur asked quietly for everyone.

"I have set an inquiry," Percy answered in his politician tone.

"Is it possible to apparate through time?" Ron looked to Hermionie for the answer.

"In theory," she searched her memory, "it is possible. But I have never heard of it happening. Surely it would be mentioned somewhere. Wizards traveling through time by apparation."

"Time travel is possible, though," Bill pointed out.

"Yes," Hermionie was still filtering her files of information, "by means of a time turner or some other magical device."

Bill, Hermionie, and Percy continued to debate the logic and evidence of such a thing happening. All Angelina could do was meet the tight grip of her husband's hand. She could feel the tension in his body. She could also see it in Ron and Ginny's.

Their brother that has been dead for twelve years suddenly wasn't anymore. He was alive.

It was a very strange thing to accept.

"Is he alright?" Ginny asked when she couldn't listen to them ramble on anymore.

"Yes, he seems to be. Dad is with him at St. Mungo's to be sure. They will be arriving as soon as he gets the all clear."

"Blimey..." was all Ron said.

"That's it?" George started in angrily. "'He apparated into Hogsmeade? There will be an Inquiry?' What about his body? We buried him. He is dead!"

Angelina eyed him sympathetically hoping he wouldn't go too far and upset his mother even further.

"I saw him, George," Percy said bleakly. "I heard his voice," Molly stopped weeping. "His walk, his eyes...it's him."

"Then you're barking mad, mate!" George shouted before storming out of the house.