A/N: Thank you to those who reviewed. Here's chapter 11.
George and Angelina both held their breaths. It didn't exactly process in their minds fully that they were about to see Fred's corpse again.
"This feels so wrong," said Angelina nervously.
"But we have his permission," said George, feeling slightly sick.
"On the count of three..."
"Which has worked out so well for us..."
When Angelina shouted "three", they both lifted the lid of Fred's coffin which turned out to be quite easy.
"You'd think it would be magically sealed or something," said Angelina.
"I don't think anyone thought his grave would be dug up."
"I guess so... OH MERLIN!"
"I know, I know but as soon as he gets back into his body he won't look so..."
"Gone!"
"What?"
George turned from Angelina and looked into Fred's coffin, which was completely unoccupied.
"Where the bloody hell is he!?" He screamed.
A light went on in the Burrow and Angelina slapped her hand over his mouth.
"Get in," she whispered and pushed George into the coffin and jumped in with him.
She shut the lid and within a few seconds all the dirt they had removed was being put back into place, right above them.
"You buried us alive!?" Asked George, finding that he was extremely cramped in Fred's coffin.
"If your mother found his coffin buried up..."
"Okay, okay but how do we tell when they're gone?"
Suddenly the bottom of the coffin collapsed and George and Angelina landed on a hard, stone floor.
"What just happened?" Asked George.
"We fell through."
"On what?"
"I'm not sure exactly."
"Lumos."
They were sitting in the middle of what looked to be a large vacant room made of stone and the walls were dirty and covered in cobwebs. Fred's body was no where to be found.
"Look! There's a door," said Angelina pushing back cobwebs to grasp the handle.
"You can go through the creepy, cobwebby door first then Angie," said George hoping he sounded chivalrous and not scared out of his wits.
Angelina walked through the door and stopped. "George, why aren't you following?"
"I've just never explored any dark, creepy place without Fred. And knowing that his dead body could be anywhere in here..."
"Just light your wand and follow me," she said grabbing his arm.
George allowed himself to be pulled through the semidarkness and cobwebs focusing his mind on Fred and how they were going to bring him back to life. The thought comforted him, that is until he opened his eyes and saw something move in the shadows.
"There!"
At once five wands were pointed this way and that.
"Show yourselves!" Yelled a voice.
Harry.
"Harry?"
Obviously he'd be the one to yell in the dark surrounded by cobwebs and who knew what else that lurked in the dark.
"George?"
Five wands were lit again and now George saw Ron, Harry and Hermione. Harry and Ron, who looked terrified, were dressed whereas Hermione was still in her night clothes. She had probably followed them, disapproving but still following.
"So you killed the worst wizard of them all and you still feel the need for dark, midnight wanderings through...um..."
"The Weasley Tomb," said Hermione.
"Tomb? We have a tomb?" Asked George.
"Yes you do," said Hermione simply. "All the old Pureblood families have them."
George held his wand to the walls and now he saw, names of his Weasley ancestors engraved in the stone.
"But...we came through Fred's coffin...how?"
"That was just one opening. Every Wealsey coffin leads to the Weasley Tomb."
"So the coffin doesn't hold the body?" Asked George.
"No. All the bodies are here in the walls."
George nodded, trying to figure out how Hermione knew this about his family and he didn't, but then again Hermione knew a lot of things other people didn't.
"Why are you in here?" Asked George.
"Why are you?" Asked Ron.
"I asked you first little brother."
"I..."
"Ron wanted to visit Fred and Harry went along and I tried to tell them that it was too late and we probably shouldn't be wandering about..."
"We're not at Hogwarts anymore Hermione and we're of age. We can wander about as much as we like," said Ron.
Hermione shook her head, making her bushy hair bushier.
"I suppose you're in here for the same reason," said Harry.
"Yes we are," said Angelina, putting a hand over her pocket, where the stone rested.
"Where have you been all day?" Asked Ron.
"At the shop," lied George.
"No you weren't, we went there," said Ron.
"You went looking for me?"
"No, we just went to the shop. Why would we go looking for you?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"Because who wouldn't want to go looking for me?"
Harry and Angelina laughed.
"Where's Fred's body?"
The trio led George and Angelina further into tomb and finally came into another stone room. This one looked less cobwebby.
"There," pointed Angelina.
George looked up and saw Fred's name engraved into the wall. His birth and death were written underneath. He ran his fingers across them and his heart beat quickly.
"Are you okay?" Asked Hermione.
"Of course he's not 'Mione, it's Fred," said Ron.
"I know that! I mean he had a look in his eyes."
Hermione walked closer to George and stared at him.
"George, what are you doing?" She asked quietly.
"What? I-I'm not doing anything. I touched his name..."
"But you had that look!" She shouted. "The look that all you Weasley boys have when you're up to something! The look you had when you were hiding the snackboxes from me and the look Ron has when..."
"Maybe we should leave them alone with...Fred," said Harry.
Hermione backed off and the trio walked away with Hermione looking back one last time.
George turned to Angelina when the trio was out of sight.
"She's going to make a perfect Mrs. Wealsey," said George.
Angelina agreed and looked at Fred's name.
"How do we go about doing this?" Asked Angelina.
George looked at the wall and saw a few inches of stone sticking out. The stone case that contained the body of his dead brother. He put both hands on the stone plaque that said Fred's name on it and pulled.
A/N: Still not the last chapter...Please review and let me know what you think!!!