A/N: Sorry it's taken so long!!

The hall seemed endless, as George decided to point out every few hundred feet. The twins had been walking for what George felt was hours. He slumped onto the ground to catch his breath as Fred leaned up against the wall.

"We'll stop for a few minutes and the go, okay?"

George agreed and after a few minutes, the twins resumed their walking. It wasn't even two minutes later when George called for another break.

"Okay we're stopping," he said, flopping onto the ground with a loud thump.

"What now?"

"I can't catch my breath."

"We're only walking, or at this rate it seems as though we're merely crawling to our destination. I could do this for hours."

"How long have I been here?" Asked George.

"Um, an hour. Two? Why?"

George just looked at him and Fred caught on immediately.

"You're not dying brother, Trelawney is a looney."

"But this has to be the stretch she was talking about. That means that if this part of her...prediction was true then..."

"No, no, no! Look, just transfigure...this rock...into a broom and we'll fly the rest of the way."

With what little strength George had left, he managed to produce a broom.

"A comet? A Comet? You produced this 1960 piece of Merlin's..."

Well, not a very good one...

Fred signed and pulled his twin onto the broom with him and soon they were flying down the hallway at a record-breaking 35 mph. George held on and the twins continued to fly despite Fred's complaining that they could go faster on foot because this particular broom was going slower than Ron's seven year pursuit of Hermione.

Twenty minutes later there seemed to be a bright light not far ahead.

"I see a light!" Yelled Fred as they flew closer and closer.

"Don't fly into the light!"

"What?"

"People see bright lights when they die, right?"

Fred ignored him and as they got closer, they could see that it wasn't really a light at all, but a large...

"Veil! That's the veil Lupin said Sirius fell through!"

"That's it! That's how you get out!"

George looked at his twin, unsure.

"Sirius fell through and ended on this side. If I go through this side I'll end up on—"

"—that side!"

"The Ministry side! What's it going to look like if I show up where the Death Eaters battled Harry and the Order?"

"Because you know, you're a Death Eater and all."

"Okay, well, what if it kills me?"

"Trelawney said..."

"So now you believe what the looney said?"

"How about we throw the broom through and see what happens," suggested Fred.

"Because you know, a broom is just like human flesh and soul!"

"Let's just see."

Fred picked up the broom and threw it into the veil. It floated, seemingly weightless in the veil before it fell onto the other side.

"Perfectly fine," said Fred, before the broom burst into flames before their very eyes.

"Well, there goes our ride."

George sat down on the ground again and closed his eyes.

"Maybe I am stuck here," he said sadly.

"You're not stuck here. You're going to go back to the Wizarding World, grave rob my resting place and bring, me, Freddy, back."

"Okay then if this is the stretch Trelawney was talking about, then it must be a bit further!"

"You just destroyed our ride."

"No, the drapery did that."

George shook his head. There was no way he could walk on any longer. Maybe this was his time. Maybe this place, the place with his brother, was his final stop. He wiped his eyes and Fred sat down beside him, wiping his own tears.

"Does it hurt?"

"What?"

"Dying."

"No, and I'll be right here with you."

Fred pulled George into a brotherly hug and at his touch George began to feel tired and slightly dizzy. Suddenly he could no longer breathe and every trace of oxygen was leaving his body and everything slowly began to fade. He saw nothing, but felt his brother close beside him.

A/N: Let me know what your thoughts.