DISCLAIMER: THE WEASLEY TWINS AND ALL OTHER HP CHARACTERS BELONG TO JK ROWLING.
mjatwalsh once again helped me write this, but we're actually writing this one together. I write some, she writes some. We would both really like reviews. (:
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George Weasley tapped his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently, fast food was inappropriately named, as this sure hell was not fast.
Let's back up- why is George in a car in a fast food line?
Ten years ago- Fred Weasley died in the Battle for Hogwarts. That day, George lost his other half, his friend, his partner and most importantly his brother. He couldn't manage to do the simplest spells, without Fred it lost all of its joy. After a few agonizing months George gave up magic all together and, vowed to live as a Muggle and moved out of the Borrow, not telling a soul where he went. As the years went on he let his hair grow out and got lazy on shaving. He lived alone in a small apartment and worked as a construction worker.
At the moment his red hair was pulled in a loose ponytail that ran down his back. He dug out the money needed and paid for his food. He thanked the lady as he grabbed his bag and drove off to his apartment where he'd eat a late dinner and go to bed. He was tired from working all day.
He got home, sat on his cheap couch and flipped on a local news channel. He watched it for a while, then finished his food and turned in for the night. Him being so exhausted, he fell asleep quickly.
Dreams are a magical thing in themselves, are they not? And that was the only type of magic George allowed himself to have. However, tonights dreams were different. George's mind grew fuzzy, all reality becoming just a dream, and his dreams becoming reality.
Soon, George Weasley found himself in the kitchen of the borrow, Mum was there, cooking breakfeast like usual, Ginny, Dad, Ron Percy and even Fred were seated around the old wood table. Instead of tthe usual clinking of plates and sizzling food, the air was silent. No one seemed to notice George's presence. They all just continued on with their daily routine. The only one who seemed to be paying any attention to the new addition to the room was Fred.
Pulling his wand from his pocket, the deceased Weasley twin spun it between his long fingers. "George. What are you doing?" Fred asked, slowly getting to his feet. George opened his mouth to reply, but Fred silenced his twin with a wave of his hand, "Not here Georgie. Your life. Don't let me die in vain. Make something of yourself. You were born a wizard George. A wizard." The wand was passed from Fred's fingers into George's. "Don't pretend to be something you're not."
The whole kitchen seemed to explode in a poof of smoke, Mum, Dad, Ginny, Ron... Fred. One moment they were there, and the next... they were gone.
George jerked awake, his heart beating wildly against his ribs, as though it was trying to jump right out of his chest.