AU! Inspired by a Tumblr prompt.
WRITTEN FOR QLFC, SEASON 9
Prompt:
7. (creature) ghost
George had done a lot of things in his life, but he'd never thought he'd have to research ways to transform his dead twin's body into a zombie. While watching a Muggle moo-vee with Fred's ghost, who'd been haunting him since his death, the idea had taken hold of George's mind and refused to leave.
He had known that if he used Necromancy on Fred, he would be thrown into Azkaban for life. So, their next best option had been to use Muggle science.
It had taken him a few months to figure out the right combination for the potion, but with Fred's help, George had finally managed to make a serum that once injected would allow him to reanimate Fred's corpse. He had made sure to key the potion's ingredients to only work on Fred; he didn't want the entire wizarding world affected by the virus.
But now, as he stood in his kitchen watching Fred's zombie stumble into the table and let out a loud moan, George leaned against the countertop and shook his head. "This was a terrible idea."
"I agree," Fred's ghost said, his dark eyes trained on the zombie repeatedly stumbling into the wall. "What the fuck is he doing? This is embarrassing, Forge! Do something."
"What am I supposed to do? Train it like a child?"
"I don't know—Merlin, stop that moron! He's going to hurt himself!" Fred cried just before the zombie stubbed his toe against the wall and went down with a loud thud. "Too late."
Tears sprung to George's eyes as he doubled over with laughter. "I can watch this all day! This is better than any moo-vee," he choked out, wiping his cheeks.
"No, no, it's not!" Fred exclaimed, drifting towards the zombie. He tried to slide into the body but failed. "Damn it! I can't control the body. Okay, estúpido… Just stand up and… and turn. Turn!"
The zombie, unfortunately, did not understand anything Fred said. He tried to stand up but stumbled over his feet and went down with a soft thump, landing on his face.
Fred covered his eyes and muttered, "It's a trainwreck. I can't watch this anymore."
George, on the other hand, couldn't stop laughing as he watched the zombie flail around to find traction. "He's just like you when you're drunk!"
"I wasn't that bad!" Fred disagreed vehemently. The zombie decided to take the opportunity to roll onto his back and groan loudly. "Get rid of this thing, Forge! What if someone comes by and—"
"No one comes here, Gred," George said with a laugh. "They know we've got the place booby-trapped. No one would dare."
"Still," Fred muttered, glaring at the zombie. "He's ruining my pristine image. I can't have that! What would people say?"
"That this is hilarious?"
"Don't make me float through you."
"Okay, calm down, I'll think of something… but in the meantime…" George grinned as he turned back to watch the zombie's antics, leaving Fred to wail in despair.