A/N: I've decided that this won't be the last chapter, even though I'm hopeless at updates I've decided I don't want it to end just yet. So enjoy chapter 10.
Fred and George, she thought.
One...
She turned it over once.
Two...
Twice.
Three...
The creature jumped into the air, towards Angelina as she held on tight to the stone. She screamed in pain as the creature dug its claws into her leg. Still, she concentrated on the twins. Picturing their faces...their freckles...their red hair...
"Ooph!"
Their voices?
Angelina almost dropped the stone as the twins materialized in front of her. The pain in her leg and the vicious creature were momentarily forgotten as she and Fred locked eyes.
"Angelina!?" He yelled.
George shot up, alarmed. "Angelina!"
Both twins, tearful, opened their arms expectantly.
"Stupefy!" She yelled, pointing her wand at the creature and sending it flying. "Run!"
"Angie what are you talking about? You stunned...it."
"No, the spells aren't holding!"
No sooner had she said this, the creature lunged towards her again.
"Stupefy!" Yelled George.
The twins ran over to Angelina and the creature rose again, this time lunging at Fred who stood blocking Angelina.
The creature fell back as he ran into Fred, unable to sink his teeth into him. The creature seemed confused and it was then that George and Angelina began to take in Fred's appearance. He was neither a ghost nor truly flesh, unlike George who stood as solid and fleshy as ever.
Fred looked down at his hands and then at George who wiped his eyes.
"Treasure!" Yelled the creature, attempting once again to get at Angelina.
Fred blocked it's path and the creature looked up at him angry.
"Be gone, foul beast," said Fred.
But the creature did not obey Fred's cheesy hero line, instead he lunged at George who stood ready, and as the creature lunged, George ran the creature through with the pointy, lethal-looking object.
"Is he..."
George nodded and he and Fred bent down to help Angelina.
"Do you have the bag?" George asked Angelina.
She nodded and handed it over. George pulled out a small brown bottle and poured it onto Angelina leg. She winced in pain but kept her eyes on Fred.
"So..." began George, when he had finished.
"Having fun without me?"
"What happened? Where did you go?" She asked, blurting out question after question.
"The stop," George said simply.
"What stop?"
"The stop," said Fred.
With the creature laying dead a few feet away from them, George and Fred explained what had happened. It took only five minutes to explain everything and when they were through Angelina eyes resembled something close to Niagra Falls.
"Angie, it's okay! We're going to bring him back! All we have to do is dig up Fred's grave..."
"He's been dead for..."
"But we can bring him back! We can! We can!"
George turned away to wipe his own tears. Fred couldn't see him cry. He wouldn't let him. He was strong and he was going to bring his brother back.
"After everything we've been through there's no way I'm going to not try."
"Okay," said Angelina. "We'll go back. We'll see you in a little while Fred."
"What? I'm not going? I want to make sure you handle my corpse with love and care."
"We will Fred, I promise," said Angelina.
Fred looked into her eyes, nodded, and he began to fade away. Angelina pocketed the stone and she and George headed out of the tunnels, twisting this way and that. When they made it safely to the entrance of the tunnels the centaurs had obviously given up and left, but took out a few plants in frustration.
The two of them walked in silence, following Fang's sparkling dog droppings until they were at the edge of the forest with the sun setting just above Hogwarts.
"It's strange isn't it," said Angelina as they quickly made their way to the gates.
"What is?"
"That no one came looking for us."
"Well that's a good thing," said George as they reached the gates.
On the count of three the both turned on the spot and disapparated back to the Burrow.
"Okay," said George as Angelina appeared at his side. "His grave is just beyond that tree all we have to do is dig him up and bring him back."
"Easier said then done," Angelina muttered as they crept over to Fred's burial site where a fresh mound of dirt was sitting upon it along with a large gravestone.
"Fred Weasley. Beloved son, brother, friend and wizard...George are you sure this is right?"
"Of course I'm sure. We're bringing him back."
"But if it works, how are we going to explain to Wizarding World that he's alive? Obviously they'll want to know how we did it. And what if it causes mass hysteria because someone might believe that Voldemort could come back the way we are trying to bring Fred back and..."
"And you think too much. Look, we've gotten this far without being caught. If you be quiet, maybe we can dig him up without my parents coming out and stopping us from..."
"Grave robbing your twin's grave."
"Exactly."
With no one in sight, George and Angelina began digging, feeling slightly sick with pile of dirt they removed with their wands. Finally they hit the wooden coffin beneath.
A/N: Sorry it took so long, I'll try and update soon.