Disclaimer: Don't own Potter.

A/N: I have decided I hate this story because I messed up the plot too much. so this is the last chapter even though this could go on for years and years and years.

Chapter Six: Final Peace

It felt weird to be lying there, looking up at the ceiling but not seeing it. Well, I could see it, but more than just seeing it I could see other things too, I could see a blue green haze that I knew was nothing to do with the ceiling, that was something outside. And I didn't know what it was, only that it was different, and it had and amazingly calming effect on me. I finally felt that life was going right, for the first time since I'd lost George. George, it all came flooding back to me now, how I had lost my twin when I was only nineteen, and how much it had hurt. And the years between, when I had forgotten about his existence, and about dad too. All those memories of happy times before he died, of playing quidditch in the orchard with Harry and Ron and Ginny. I knew it was weird, but as I lay there the only thing I could really think was that I could really do with a game of Quidditch just about now, that I hadn't played in years. And even more strangely, it seemed to make sense, it seemed to be the first and possibly only thing to make sense in years and it was about a sport.

I sat up in my bed and smiled around me, at the gathered people who were there because they knew what was to come.

"Why you all so down?" I asked, grinning at them cheekily. "Come on, do you think that's what George would have wanted." I smiled.

"George?" My mother asked, and her voice shook. "You remember George? And your father? You remember him too?"

"Yea, I remember them both." I grinned. "I don't know what's happened to me over the past few years mum, but I don't think I ever really forgot them, they were just hidden in my mind. George was my twin, and Dad looked like an older version of Charlie."

"Yes…" Ron smiled to himself. "Hey Fred?" he looked over at me.

"Yea?"

"Give Harry a smack from me for being such an ass will you."

I grinned, of course I would. And I'd hug him too, because it'd been so long since I'd seen him. I could almost see the questioning looks on my mother and families faces, and I realised that when I sat up and spoke they hoped I was coming back, that they didn't know what Ron was talking about. But for me it was obvious, my time was over and this was just my chance to say goodbye to everyone while I had a clear mind. Just one last few minutes with a clear mind, that was all I needed.

"Mum." I smiled, and she came close to me and bent down.

"Don't leave me Fred. I've already lost your brother and your father. Don't let me loose you too."

"I have to mum, I have to go and find George. I've missed him too much." she nodded, even though I could tell it hurt her.

"Go then, my son. Go and have the time of your life."

"Thank you mum." I smiled at her. "Hey mum?"

"Yea?"

"Tell everyone I love them."

I lent my head back on the pillows, and my last vision was of my mother and family standing in a circle around me with their arms around each other, and a shining tear in my baby sisters eye.

How I Miss You, 03 April 2005 – 14 November 2005.

In loving memory of all those lost, and all those we will soon loose.