10. Fred.
Fred Weasley opened his eyes slowly, and glanced around. "Where am I?"
"You are in a wonderful place, Mr Weasley. I myself love it here, tea and biscuits every night. Without fail." A familiar voice laughed.
Fred sat up, and looked into the face of Albus Dumbledore, he looked more youthful than he had ever looked before.
"Does this mean… am I… Oh.. If I wasn't already dead. George would kill me". The red head smiled eagerly as he stood up and looked around.
Cedric Diggory and Alastor Moody were sat playing a game of wizards chess.
Sirius Black and Dobby sat reading the daily prophet.
"Wow, this place is like an old peoples home. Needs livening up a bit doesn't it?" Fred reached into his bag and pulled out some wildfire whiz-bangs. " I wish George could see this…".
