A/N: Welcome to my random collection of one-shots! This one-shot takes place slightly after the Battle of Hogwarts. I might write a story based off of this concept, but for now it's just a one-shot.
If you don't know what Harry Potter is, I feel no shame and completely mean it when I say this: you suck. Because, honestly, who doesn't know what HARRY POTTER is?!
The Weasley family had been devastated by the loss of the beloved Fred Weasley. Ron felt empty without the constant humor of his brothers at home; Molly barely spoke for a week, mourning the loss of her son; Percy actually missed the minor explosions coming from the twins' room; Arthur spent a lot of time trying to comfort Molly; Bill tried to cheer everyone up and failed, but decided to focus on the fact that he was going to have a child soon; Charlie spent a lot of time sitting silently and remembering; and Ginny had tried to get over it and focus on school. However, none of them was affected nearly as much as George.
George's entire world had been torn apart. He and Fred meant to do so much together; they were going to rise to the top and revolutionize the world of pranking. There seemed to be a part of him missing, as though someone had chopped his arms and legs off. George hadn't even touched an Extendable Ear or apparated around the house since before the battle, and it had been two months.
Right now, George was sitting outside in the garden. He was staring blankly into the sky and thinking about what he would do next. He couldn't possibly close the joke shop; it would change the lives of soon-to-be Hogwarts students and make them so happy.
Shaking, George took out his wand. There were tears in his eyes. He whispered a few small words.
"Expecto Patronum."
George received no result.
He then saw his brother's face in the weeds and abruptly began sobbing.
George heard a voice exactly like his own. "Hey, Georgie."
He looked up and almost screamed.
"FRED?!"
George jumped up and wrapped his arms around his brother. He was still crying, but less. "How the bloody hell—" He stopped midsentence. George held the hug for almost a minute before he finally pulled his arms away. "You died, Fred. I saw it!"
"I had to fake dying. The Death Eaters almost got me and I knew that you needed me, so I came up with a solution. Remember that Copy Charms kit we started on? I made something like that, but it can create the illusion of the Killing Curse." Fred paused for a minute to take a breath and brush some dirt off of his face. "I used some spells and various on-hand prank items to make it seem like I was actually dead. I'm sorry, George. I didn't want to do this to you, but it was better than one of us dying and the other having to live with it."
George was nodding, and the tears had almost stopped. "Wait a minute. MUM! DAD! COME HERE!"
Molly arrived at the back door seconds later. The second she saw Fred, covered in vines and mud, looking as though he had just come out of a hole in the ground, she did one thing.
She fainted.