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The Weasleys did not have much money but they spent everything they could on a Portrait for their son Fred. Fred was nearly 20 when he died in the battle and every day he was missed. Molly wanted a bit of her son to live on at the place he loved most, but it was hard for the family to afford. It was lucky for her that she stumbled upon a painter who was overwhelmed with gratitued towards Molly. The painter's family had been tortured and killed by Bellatrix Lastrange and loved Molly for killing her. The painter offered her a painting and she gratiously accepted.
Fred Weasley had been hung up sometime in the mid summer. He found himself in a hall with many other fellow Gryffindors. It wasn't long before Fred's company spread around to the other paintings. He even visited the former headmaster once or twice. Overall, he didn't mind being a painting. He could still play jokes and tricks. But he missed George more than anything. He missed having a companion who knew him better than he knew himself. It wasn't uncommon for Fred to be found wondering through the portraits hoping to see his twin. On one occation he could have sworn he saw George, but it turned out to be only his own reflection.