Disclaimer: Do I own these cahracters? Nope, nope, nope!

A/n: ok, so...this is the last chapter. Cherish it, please. It was hard to do. Thank you to all the reviewers and your wonderful reviews, and I hope all my other stories are recieved as wonderfully as this was.

The sunlight did not filter. It burst – in through the canopy of enchanted leaves that would never fall. Never would they falter in color. The soft, verdant grass below the two boys smelled as though it had been freshly cut: indeed, it was not as long as it should have been by now, though left to grow on its own.

Fred sighed.

George responded by wrapping an arm around his twin's body affectionately, whispering a single word into his unkempt, ginger hair: "Fred".

"We…we should go home. They're probably missing us." Fred faltered.

"Perhaps." George concurred. He stood up tentatively, and once he had regained his balance – for he was hungry and dizzy – he reached out his hand to his twin.

Fred took it appreciatively and was hoisted up with ease onto his feet. He too was suffering the pangs of hunger. They were too weak to conjure up enough magic out of themselves to whisk themselves home, so they would have to walk back.

Washing their faces in the tinkling stream, they threw on the rest of their clothing: scarves, coats, gloves, hats, etc.

It was cold, and the crunch of their feet in the crisp, clean snow seemed to all but echo across the fields. When they finally found the Burrow to be in sight, they looked at each other, smiled, and rushed on at a sprint. They had practically broken down the door in trying to get in the house; they were so cold and impatient. What greeted them was a worried Molly and a hot meal…and later, some scolding about leaving the house and not being around and all that fuss. But they were able to tune that out, and just appreciate the warmth in their bellies. Food had done them good.

"I'm just so glad you're alright!" said Mrs. Weasley.

Looking over his shoulder, George saw Ron, who was smiling and looking like he had been worried almost as much as their mother.

George poked Fred under the table, and they both smiled back. Seemingly satisfied with this reaction, Ron went back upstairs to whatever he'd been doing before their anticipated arrival.

Epilogue

(aka, the after-the-last-chapter chapter)

Dear Fred and George,

You were right: I was jealous. But only a little bit.

Thanks, I guess.

Ronnie.

"Awww, look!" Fred called George over to the tree just outside their charmed clearing.

George went over to examine the source of Fred's amusement and all-around happiness. "Well, would you look at that!" he exclaimed, a little impressed. "But how did he know where to…" A very "EUREKA!" kind of look took its place amongst George's pretty features. "Oh Fred. He did remember!"

"What does that mean?" Fred asked; this had never happened before.

"It means," said George, stunned and somewhat flattered, "That he cared. He wanted to remember." George took the note off the tree into the copse with him, and while Fred enjoyed a brief swim, he examined it, and then, "Oh, what's this?"

p.s. I love you guys. Thank you for the memory.

The End