Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
George and Angelina Weasley were standing with their kids, when the saw past Fred and George heading their way. When they finally approached the family, they were grinning.
"Really mate? You just had to go after my girlfriend, didn't you?" Fred said to George.
"Well Forge, she did take to the more attractive twin" George teased his late twin, smiling sadly. He had missed this. Their playful banter, pranks, finishing each other's sentences, and the bond that they shared.
"Introduce us to the future family Gred," Fred insisted eagerly.
"Right well, this is my rather attractive wife Angelina."He paused allowing himself to smirk slightly. "This is my mischief maker Fred Lee Weasley, and my beautiful little Roxanne Katie Weasley."He finished with a bow. Fred II looked at Fred and George curiously, before giving a big evil smile. He looked a lot like George, his slightly darker skin the only difference. He held his hands out to his namesake, who took him gladly. Knowing what he was about to do, George chuckled to his wife. As Fred held Fred II, Fred II leaned in to whisper something to him. Fred eagerly bent his head to listen, thinking it could be useful black mail for his twin. Fred II took the opportunity to put a powder in his ear, to make him giggle wildly. Angelina quickly took him back, give her husband a glare.
"GIVE ME ALL THE PRODUCTS NOW!" she yelled.
"But Angie!" George whined, as he handed a dozen products over to her waiting arms.
"Thank you. You aren't getting these back until we get home." she said satisfied. Little did she know George already had back up products. Fred finally stopped giggling, glaring at his older twin.
"I'll get you back," he promised before looking at his nephew, "good one" he said regretfully, not liking to be on the receiving end of a prank. Roxanne was now looking at Fred with a new found curiosity. She was almost a carbon copy of Angelina, except for her pale skin and blue eyes. Otherwise, she was all Angelina. She realized that the boys were being naughty, and lost interest, staring back at her mother with a giggle.
"Wow! Roxanne is-"
"Beautiful" Fred finished for his twin. As he started the next sentence he felt a bone crushing hug that could only be his mother's
"My poor Freddie, I love you so much dear, I'm not letting you out of my sight ever again." she sobbed over again. "All my fault" was all she kept repeating.
Did I die? He thought to himself. Looking to the future people around him, he got his answer. He helped console his mother, but after a while he finally spoke up.
"Alright, enough crying. I have had a good life, and while it may have been short, I don't want you to mope anymore. Got it?"
"Got it" Molly said, and then proceeded to chat with her dead son, while her counter part was eagerly meeting all of her grandchildren, completely oblivious to the death that would occur in just two year's time.