The Wonderful Undead Life of Fred Weasley

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Thanks for the reviews, the favorites, and the follows they make me happy every time they pop up in my email. If you got the notification more than once for this chapter sorry but I didn't get a notification that it went up so I deleted it and re-uploaded it today.

I have an idea for a second pairing, but I want to know if you guys reading this would mind the second pairing being a slash aka boyxboy one, if that bothers anyone then I won't add it in the story just let me know (said pairing would not have a huge part or be graphic if that helps your decision) The main pairing will still be Fred/Hermione!

Chapter 2: Hello Undeath

Fred woke up.

He blinked at that realization, he was awake and confused about being so… he remembers being attacked and bleeding out while George was screaming something at him while he faded out of consciousness at that thought he shot up.

Fred looked around, "George?" No response came forth.

The twin was alone in a dark room with stone walls and sitting atop a bed with a canopy, it was eerily similar to the Slytherin dorms that he and George had once snuck into for a massive Slytherin prank but at the same time felt both darker and colder than the dungeons.

Where was he and what had happened, slowly he moves off of the bed and his bare feet touch the cold stone ground bringing attention to the fact that his shoes were removed and not only that his clothes had been changed.

The shirt and pants are obviously night clothes but also way more expensive than even his and George's business suits as the two would never waste that much money on clothes especially ones to sleep in. Also, they were black not a color that the Weasley would ever pick for himself if given the choice too dark, too depressing.

Why change his clothes, was it just for comfort, the redhead didn't think that was the case otherwise why wouldn't his clothes be laying somewhere around the room for when he awoke?

Suddenly he recalls the attack and his hand shoots up to his neck and feels for the wound that he knows should be there but there's nothing. He was at a loss even if it had been healed there's no way it wouldn't have left some sort of scar or at least a slight amount of pain from the previously injured muscle and tissue.

"This isn't normal." He whispers but it sounds loud and clear in the empty room, also was it just him or could he see way too clearly in such a dark room. Shouldn't he not be able to tell the difference between his black clothes and the deep red of the bed he had previously been laying on.

Removing his hand from his neck he glanced around once more only to find that the room was pretty much bare aside from the bed and an unlit and unused candle sitting on a small nightstand beside said bed.

Wait a minute he pats himself down quickly and finds no trace of his wand, but it wasn't on the bed with him or on the nightstand, his brown eyes scan the stone floor and find nothing no sign of his wand.

He runs back over to the bed and kneels down to look under it and once more finds nothing and is at this point freaking out mentally about his missing wand and not even paying attention to the fact that he could see perfectly underneath the bed in the dark.

"Okay… don't freak out it's fine… George probably has it with him."

But where was George?

"Guess I need to find him…" Standing back up he thinks that everything will make much more sense once he finds his brother, so the twin goes over to the door and turns the door nob to find that to his relief it's unlocked, he lets out his breath that he wasn't even aware that he'd been holding before slightly scolding his self.

"It's not like I can't cast a wandless Alohomora… so what was I so worried about."

That said he leaves the room and the hallway is just as welcoming as the room he woke up in he thinks to himself sarcastically, "If this place doesn't belong to someone who was once a Slytherin I'll eat my non-existent hat." He mutters looking down the dark, cold, stone hall with unlit candle lining the walls.

"Creepy…"

The redhead looks left and right and decides that both ways pretty much look the exact same, so it really shouldn't matter which way he goes, however, something inside him seems to be saying he should go left so he does.

After several minutes of walking Fred wonders if maybe he chose wrong, the doors he's come across all look to be empty rooms some resembling the room he had been in and others just cluttered with junk and a few had absolutely nothing in them at all.

It didn't help that his throat was becoming more and more dry as time passed, he really wished that he'd had a glass of water or something who knows how long he was unconscious for.

Right as he thinks that he senses something or more like someone, he can hear their footsteps approaching and not knowing if they're friend or foe he ducks into the nearest room but leaves it cracked enough to peek out of.

As the figure gets closer a voice calls out, "I know you're there." The woman's voice lets out a sigh, "I was sent to come get you."

Warily he comes out of the room and sees a small pale blonde girl, it's like more than Malfoy blonde and pale which once again is weird that he can tell in the dark he's beginning to wonder if someone cast an unknown eyesight spell on him. That's hardly the most important thing though.

"Who sent you to come get me?"

"It's not my job to answer your questions, now follow me." With that, the girl no older looking than Fred turns back the way she came and starts to walk but he doesn't follow and the short blonde notices right away, "Well are you coming?"

"Where are we going?" As curious as the twin is he doesn't make a habit of following weird Malfoy like girls in strange Slytherin like castles because he's pretty sure this is a castle or manor of some sort.

Glancing back over her shoulder and looking completely put out at having to keep talking to him she speaks, "Did you not just hear me it's not my job to answer you so get moving." He gives her an 'or what' look and crosses his arms at the bossy girl in front of him, "…Fine stay here if you want to!"

She starts walking again before throwing out a, "Oh I almost forgot you have a brother right Jeff or something?"

Fred's eyes narrow, "George." He takes a few steps after her before stopping.

Snorting the girl just continues on, "Whatever, guess you must not what to see him."

"Where is he?" Fred demands but gets nothing but a shrug in response as the girl just keeps on walking forward the Weasley boy has no choice but to trail along after her.

The silence is maddening as the wizard wants to ask her questions but just knows that the possible Malfoy in front of him won't talk in fact he gets the distinct feeling that she has some sort of personal dislike for him though that would be ridiculous given that the two had never meet… at least he was pretty sure that they hadn't.

Though if she really is a Malfoy then the immediate dislike would make some sense.

All of a sudden, the girl stops moving and Fred notices the door in front of them, turning she looks him dead in the eye before speaking, "This is as far as I go," Motioning towards the closed doors, "Good luck." The tone is so sarcastic that he almost asks what her problem is but just then the door opens by its self and the girl is gone and he's alone.

Well not completely as the room before him has several people in it and he knows before even entering that none of them are his brother.

"Fred Weasley enter." A commanding voice calls and almost as if under compulsion he does as it orders. Not a second later the tall stone doors close behind him leaving him trapped in a room with a group of people he's never seen but briefly wonders if they could be Death Eaters given their fondness for black and Slytherin like decor.

With all eyes on him he feels like he's on trial and the next few words pretty much confirm that feeling, "Seymour Collins will now defend the existence of this unauthorized fledgling." It was said by an intimidating man that looked to be in his 40s but that hardly stopped Fred from interrupting whoever this Seymour guy was from speaking up.

"Wait hold up what's going on? What is… who's an unauthorized fledgling?" Most of the eyes looked a lot less friendly at his question and one of the more agitated men spoke, "Quiet! You will hold your tongue fledgling this does not concern you!" It was said with an 'I'm better than you are' tone that many other purebloods over the years had used when speaking to him or his family, so it wasn't as intimidating as it would have been otherwise.

"Yeah well, I'm feeling pretty concerned." The frown on his face was starting to feel like it was becoming a new feature and he didn't like it one bit.

A laugh came from behind him at that, "That's good you should be concerned these old men are trying to decide whether or not to let you continue to exist."

Fred whipped around to see another man only this one he recognized, "Sirius!?"

The young man shakes his head and Fred can now see that it's not who he thought after all Sirius was older… and dead, "Were you acquainted with my brother?"

"Your brother…?"

"That's right I'm Sirius younger brother." Before he can say any more the interrupter from before speaks again, "Regulus Black what are you doing here this does not concern you!"

"Actually, it does." He says smugly, oh yeah Fred can see the family resemblance alright.

Another voice joins in this time, "And how exactly does it? You are not his sire."

The annoying interrupter agrees, "Seymour is right you have no say here!"

"You'll find that I do."

At this point, Fred is too confused but trying to come to terms with the fact that Sirius has a brother and he's helping him with whatever trial he's found himself on for some reason… and just when he thought that he couldn't feel any more lost by the night's events another person appears this time with a bang as the doors fly open.

"Thanks for stalling them Reg." That face; it's impossible Fred thinks while he practically feels the blood drain out of his face, "…You… you're dead…"

"Undead actually." The man smiles, "Welcome to the first night of your new unlife Fred."

"Unlife…?" The redhead wonders if this is what shock feels like.

"You're a vampire." Regulus supplies helpfully.

"…" Everything goes black for the twin for the second time within twenty-four hours.

"I didn't know that vampires could faint." The mysterious vampire quirks his eyebrow looking down at Fred Weasley's collapsed form.

"First time for everything I suppose." The only remaining Black shrugs with an amused grin, "So shall we get this trail started or are we going to wait for him to wake back up."

So, the trial continues with Fred none the wiser of the outcome.

Author's Note: Yup I brought Regulus back and no I had no idea that would happen until I wrote it I mean the other mysterious previously thought dead person was in my plans, but Reggie just decided he was going to show up too… speaking of does anyone have a guess as to who it is that had Fred so freaked out?

Anybody see what I did there with 'Collins'? I'll give you a hint it's the last name of a certain vampire from an old series. Yes, Seymour was the vampire from chapter one him and the blonde vamp girl in this chapter are pretty much the only OC vamps that will get more than mentions at least that's the plan right now as I don't want OCs to take over the story.