An:/ I'm skipping studying to bring you guys this chapter so you best damn well like it! Lol jk. I don't care whether you like it or not. I can't thank you enough for all the feedback I got on the last chapter. I can't tell you how much it means to me that words from my brain that I put down on paper (internet… whatever) can make someone cry or laugh or angry. Wow. Thank you.

This chapter has Fred's thoughts on death in it. I'm one of those people who think that when you're dead you're brain doesn't work so you're just dead. Not like going to sleep but like when you go for surgery and they put you under because you're not responsive and the 'sleep' you're getting isn't restorative so you wake completely unaware of how much time has passed and when they wake you up in a different room it's freaken scary.

But I'm interested in what you think, leave comment or PM me, reply to my blog, send me a telepathic message… I don't care how you do it. I just want to hear your deep thinking. (Please don't say you go to heaven… tell me your idea and thoughts of heaven or reincarnation. Also I don't appreciate being converted… but I don't judge, tell me your thoughts) especially if you're a religion other than "generic…?" Christian. (just the belief that Jesus is your saviour and not like Catholic or Protestant) Like Buddhists, Jews, Catholics… nudists… I want to know your religion… things… because I'm incredibly curious and quite nosey.

Foreword! MARCH!

The early spring sun was rising, casting a pink and orange over-glow in the Weasley kitchen, as Fred quietly sat at the kitchen table, alone. George was still sleeping in his bed. They hadn't shared a bed since Molly and Arthur had a talk with them on their ninth birthday. But there seemed to a be an unspoken agreement in the Weasley household that any and all brotherly intimacy between Fred and George from here on out would be tolerated, accepted and even welcome. George had spent the better part of the night crying and expressing his guilty conscience. Why did he continue living while Fred would never see the light of day again? Fred had spent the better part of the night trying to calm his other half.

"Don't worry about me, Georgie. I'm glad it's me, as shellfish as it is, I wouldn't want to live in a world without a George Weasley."

This had only made George weep harder.

Like a rising tide, sorrow and fear washed over Fred, waving in stronger each time and retreating a little less. As much as Fred wished knew he was in the more favourable outcome, he couldn't help feel sorry for himself. He didn't want to die.

Fred looked at his untouched, and now cold, tea. He would miss tea. He would miss the way it warmed his cold hands. The way a fresh cup would always burned his tongue, and how the last mouthful was always a bit too sweet. He would miss that speck on the table-top. That speck was so perfectly simple, why couldn't he be more like the speck? The speck wouldn't miss tea, because it had never tasted tea. Even if it was removed from the wood grain of the table, it wouldn't miss the table. It was a speck! Was that what being dead felt like? If his brain stopped working then he wouldn't remember what tea was, so therefore, he wouldn't miss it? Right?

But Fred was more than his memories. He was more than just the additions of everything good and bad piece of Fred Weasley. He was greater than the sum of his parts. If a person was to take a perfect replica of Fred's body and add everything about Fred. Including the way he ever so slightly sucks in his lip when nervous. Or how he holds a quill differently for signing his name and taking notes. You still wouldn't have Fred. There's something else there, like his spirit or his soul. The Extra Stuff.

There was extra stuff. Like the glue that holds his compartments together. Where did that extra stuff go?

Does The Extra Stuff go somewhere, or is it lost forever?

Would he miss tea, or would it be forgotten, along with everything that makes Fred, Fred. Plus The Extra Stuff.

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Harry came down the stairs; he had always been an early riser. He liked to have a cup of tea to himself before his husbandly or fatherly duties called.

"Hi, George." Harry mumbled in passing.

"Not George, 'm Fred" He muttered to his tea mug. Harry did a double take, still not used to having the other twin sitting in the Burrow's kitchen, very much alive.

"Sorry…" Harry pulled a chair opposite him.

…

"It's not as bad as you think." Harry said eventually.

Fred looked at Harry, "How can you be sure, what if being dead is horrible. What if there's nothing there? What if you're just dead?"

Harry sighed, "What I'm about to tell you can never be repeated to anyone, especially not the littler version of me." Fred looked at Harry, interested now, he nodded eagerly. "In the final battle, the one you died in, Voldemort gave an ultimatum. Me alone, or the castle and everyone fighting."

"You didn't! Harry -"

"For reasons I'm not going to get into right now, I had to go. It was crucial to our side winning."

"Harry!" Fred protested.

He held up a patient hand, "It was Dumbledore's plan. I had no choice, if we were to win. Are you going to interrupt again?" Fred shook his head, "So I went out into the forbidden forest and met him there. He killed me on the spot and I ended up in King's Cross Station. I was dead, but for reasons I can't explain to you, I was given a choice, board the train that goes on, or I could go back."

"Where was on?" Fred whispered.

"I don't know. All I can tell you is how badly I wanted to board that train. It was warm and safe and… happy."

"Then why didn't you?"

Harry smiled, "Ginny wasn't there… And I had a war to win!" Harry added hastily.

"You take good care of her, eh?" Fred asked him.

"I try my best. When she lets me."

"Good, because I don't quite know if I approve of you quite yet." Fred eyed Harry suspiciously.

"Oh, you approve more than Molly does, and you know it." Harry shot back. Fred just laughed.

"How does… how does George… deal?"

"He didn't deal for the longest time. I still don't think he ever really got over it. I think he thinks we don't miss you as much as him."

"Angelina Johnson? As in my girlfriend, Angelina?"

"Err… Angelina Weasley now. That's another thing he really strugg-"

"Ata boy!" Fred smiled, "I knew she was going to end up with a Weasley twin."

"Yeah…"

"So why weren't my little niece and nephews surprised to see me?"

Harry sighed, "Last Christmas someone mentioned how sorry they were you could never have Christmas with the family again, like we do every holiday. But that time I think George took that as a challenge and locked himself in the shop for three days… When he came out, he had… another one of you…"

"Really? How'd he manage that?" Fred said, unsure of whether to be impressed or appalled.

"Some complicated transfiguration, we think. It looked exactly like you did, but it didn't move unless George told him to and only said "That's right, George.", "I'm not Fred, I'm George." And "I was there, Forge, I remember." We told the kids to ignore the other Uncle George."

"But they talk to me just fine…"

"Well we actually told them not to talk to the Uncle George that never blinked or stopped smiling."

"Creepy…!"

"Yeah… We all thought so."

"But why'd he do it?"

"To get us to stop missing you I think. Christmas morning, he woke us up at midnight and said "We can spend every holiday with this Fred or we can remember the holidays we got to spend with the real Fred. Stop bringing him up. He's dead and that sucks but I don't want to hear how we miss him so much anymore." Or something like that."

"Harsh."

Harry nodded.

…

"If I gave you something before you left, do you think you'd be able to take it back to George?" Fred asked cautiously

"Fred… I…" Harry bit his lip.

"Please Harry? I can't be happy while he's miserable. Because the George I know would never ever do something like that. I need to make sure he's happy." Fred begged.

"Messing with time never turns out well, you know that."

"But I won't be messing with the past, if you take it to your present, now would it? Fred said.

"I would love to do that, but I don't know if that's what George needs. In my present you've been dead for over a decade."

"But this isn't for George; this is for me, and my peace of mind."

"I'll have to think about it Fred. Let me talk to Hermione and Ginny about it."

"What do they have to do with anything? I'm asking you." Fred knew Hermione would say no, being a stickler for rules. He wasn't sure about Ginny, but he knew Harry was his best bet. He'd been in George's shoes more times than Fred cared to count.

"Because Ginny's my wife, and everything I do has to be approved by her first," Harry joked, "and Hermione is… she's like an omniscient business partner, she always knows what's best."

"What if your parents wanted to do the same for you, but Dumbledore stood in their way?" Fred hated to do it, but he had to take care of George, "Or Sirius?" Fred saw his jaw flinch, and he knew he'd hit a nerve. "What if you were to die tomorrow and you wanted to say good-bye to Ginny, but I said no?"

Harry said nothing.

"Consider it my death wish…" Fred joked, trying to get s smile out of Harry.

…

Harry thought for a long while, trying to sort out his morals. One hand Fred was right… on the other, nothing good ever came from messing with the future.

Except give Sirius two more years… A voice

"Alright, fine I'll do it. What do you want to give him?"

Fred beamed, "Just a letter, I have to write it though. Thank you Harry.

Fred ran up the stairs, leaving Harry alone in the kitchen with his thoughts.

An:/ Sorry for the shortness. I didn't want to add another section too quickly, just a heads up I think the next one or two chapters is just going to be some in time characters having conversations like the one above, but better. There isn't going to be any real advances in the plot, but I'm hoping for a lot of character development (my personal favorite part of writing)

I hope you found Fred's thoughts deep enough, but remember I'm a sixteen year old girl and I don't have the life experience to think all that profoundly. It also doesn't help that I firmly believe there is no after life or "extra stuff" in a person (big thanks to John Green for that idea by the way) but yeah, please don't try to convert me. I don't go around telling people they're dumb for believing in something there's no proof of so don't go around and call me ignorant for not believing in something that there's no proof there isn't.

But seriously, I really,really want to hear your ideas on religion and stuff. Even like the wacky almost philosophical stuff, even if it makes you sound like a meth addict. Type it up!