Dead? How can this be? This can't be! I have to be dreaming. There is no way George would die before me. No way!

It honestly makes no bloody sense! How could traveling to the past and kissing Lily cause George to disappear off the face of this planet? "What?" I finally said when I was able to form words.

'Take a deep breath, Fred!' I told myself.

My practical joke theory could still work. After all, who's to say that Josiah wasn't hired by Snape to shake me up?

My stomach felt like it was being twisted in knots not to mention my head was spinning. I think that all this thinking is making me go half-crazy. Before I knew it everything went black.

"What happened?" I heard a voice say.

"He had another episode!"

"I can't imagine what it would be like to lose a twin at such a young age."

"Traumatic, I'd imagine."

I opened my eyes to find myself in the hospital wing. I looked around for the owners of the voices I heard but, alas, I couldn't find them. "Ah, Mr. Weasley, your awake. Feeling better?" Madam Pomfry asked.

"Mmm-hmm," I replied.

"Good."

Pomfry then whipped out her wand and ran it across my forehead. "You're normal."

She thought I had a fever? Ha! So apparently in this world I occasionally get crazy and I think my brother's alive and Pomfry thinks I have a fever! "Fred?"

I looked towards the door and saw Ron along with Ginny and Hermione. "Ronnie what's up?" I asked.

"Nothin'," he replied as they walked over to my bed.

"Has Mum came to visit?" I asked.

'Please let her still be here!' I begged.

"Yeah along with Bill and Charlie," Ron said.

"It's been a long time since Mum's had to come because of you having an episode," Ginny stated.

"So Percy didn't come? That's so typical of him!" I exclaimed.

I expected to get some type of answer. Ron or Ginny defending Percy or even agreeing. Instead they both gave me a strange look of contempt. "So where's Harry?" I asked trying to change the subject.

"Who's Harry?" Ron asked.

"Fred are you sure you're okay?" Hermione asked gently, speaking for the first time.

Great now I've really messed up 1995. I've killed two of brother's obviously and now Harry Potter doesn't exist. Not bad for a day's work. "He's fine," Ginny stated.

Good at least there's one person in here that'll say I'm not totally off my rocker. "Really?" Ron asked skeptically.

"He's playing a joke. Trying to scare us into believing we know who Harry is or that he's still a little out of it. You can stop now Fred! You've got our attention so quit!" she yelled.

Geez! When did she become so snooty? "You don't have to yell," I replied.

This is what I get for messing with time. "Miss Weasley, you're disturbing my patient. Please leave!" Pomfry said.

"Fine!" she replied as she turned around and left.

"Don't minder here," Ron informed me. "She's been a bit grumpy lately."

"Yeah what with the there being new threats all the time!" Hermione said.

Threats? What threats? I'm getting more and more confused by the minute. Which really isn't a good thing. "Huh?" I questioned.

"Don't play stupid Fred. You know what I'm talking about," Hermione replied.

This is the problem with being a prankster. People always assume that you're playing a prank when you act like you don't know what they're talking about. They believe any weird behavior they can't explain that comes from you is some big elaborate prank. It's a bit annoying really. "And if I don't?" I countered.

Oh come on! You know exactly why none of us go home on Christmas vacation and why every student dreads being called into Dumbledore's office," Hermione explained vaguely.

I think I'm starting to get an idea what she's talking about and I don't like it one bit. All I can do now is hope I'm wrong and things aren't as bad as I think they are.