Chapter Seven

*******************Two Years Later********************

George rocked a distressed Fred as Angelina slept. She had taken care of him almost every night so George was giving her a break. Many people had been coming by over the cold winter's day to bid them farewell as they left for Christmas holiday. George and Ange had just moved in with his parents because they were having a bit of trouble with death eaters in that area. No one knew what was going on, only that they seemed to be out killing again. And it was especially dangerous for them for several reasons, because the death eaters have a grudge on the Weasley family for helping Harry, Fred was a year old and an easy target, and Angelina was once again with child and eight months pregnant.

Hermione and Ron had gotten married and were trying to have their first child. Harry and Ginny had gotten married a few months prior to Ron's wedding. Harry bought Molly and Arthur a huge mansion in Godric's Hallow. He had it built for them on top of his old parent's house. It was easily spacious enough to house the entire Weasley family and Harry and Ginny Potter, plus more. George and Angelina had bought an owl for Angelina's parents, though it preferred to stay with her. It was a beautiful red owl name Arpanchi. It was also rumored to be one of the luckiest owls that ever existed. Luna Lovegood had gone off and gotten married to Seamus Finnagen of all people, and they were expecting their first child in six months. Neville had gotten himself hitched to Hannah Abbott and was now teaching Herbology at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Angelina had quit her job as an auror and became a stay at home mother instead. George had hired a few more helpers at the joke shop and hired Peeves to haunt the place.

The entirety of the Wealey family, rather separated or joined by marriage, moved back in with Molly and Arthur. Anyone who had fought in the war that took place five years ago at Hogwart's had earned the respect of not only the country but the entire world at large. Once every month all of the Weasley's would gather at Fred's grave site. Many people would come and pay their respects to him, regardless of whether or not they had ever even met him. A few times George had caught Draco kneeling over the burial site crying and apologizing for everything he had done. Once they had even taken Fred Jr. down there and he walked over to the grave stone and hugged it with a smile on his face. Now every time they go he wants to also. He was a mere age of one, but he knew his father loved the man buried there so he decided to love him too. Ange fell apart in tears every time she came, Fred Jr. didn't like that. He wasn't able to understand how that much love for someone had brought such great pain. One of the more recent times they had gone there, Fred Jr. went to a small patch of flowers and plucked one out of the ground. He brought it over saying, "Here da-y, this for Fred." George would smile down at his son and reply with a, "Thank you, baby." before placing it in front of the grave.

"Members of the Order…" Harry said as they gathered round one day. "I have called you here because I have been getting reports of kidnappings and murders right outside of London. Some have been muggle others fellow wizards. The werewolves have split up into two groups: The ones who want us dead. And the ones who want to help us. Unfortunately for us, Fenrir Greyback wasn't killed in the war and he is gathering numbers as well as recruiting more death eaters. No one knows why he is even attempting, but he's trying to start another war."

"Are we going to have enough people to fight in another war? Do we even have a chance of winning this one?" Charlie asked.

"No." Harry said simply. "Not if we don't start preparing for the worst now."

"Harry!" Hermione screamed as she ran into the room. "Harry, you have to read this! Do you remember the diadem of Ravenclaw?" She was shaking all over in what seemed to be fear. "Read it!" She demanded thrusting a book about Horecruxes into his hands.

Harry quietly read the page to himself.

Fiendfyre and Horecruxes:

Fiendfyre is a dangerous, uncontrollable and extremely powerful fire which can take the form of beasts. It has been known to affect Horecruxes by shattering them or breaking them, however it cannot kill them. The Horecrux takes damage from it and as a survival technique appears to be destroyed. After so long of being left alone the Horecrux will begin to regenerate and heal itself. Using a fiend fire on it damages the Horecrux enough to be destroyed by a more simple spell such as 'Defindo' however if it is left alone it will begin healing itself and the soul that was placed inside it. Allowing the person who created it to live once again even if that person has been dead prior to the regeneration.

The regeneration takes anywhere from three to five years to completely heal and is no longer susceptible to lesser curses, charms or spells.

"Harry, when the fiendfyre supposedly destroyed the diadem we just placed it back in the Room of Requirement after the battle. We never did anything else to it. Which means that if it has already completely regenerated it's almost done. And Voldemort is coming back!" She shouted.

Fenrir carried Voldemort's well-preserved body up to a stone structure in the middle of Australia. Voldemort's chest rose and fell as he began breathing once more. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Greyback.

"Where am I?" He asked.

"Home, where you belong. I brought you back, my lord." Fenrir said giving a swift and low bow. He handed Voldemort his wand and chuckled as his plan slowly came back together.

Death looked down from the sky to Voldemort slowly awakening. True, he was death but that didn't mean he was evil. He used his spirit form and glided down to the gravesite. He leaned down and whispered, "Fred, it's time for you to go back now."

Fred awoke in a long dark box. He didn't understand why. Feeling around and finding his wand he used a spell to open the coffin and dig himself out. He stood just as rain began pouring down around him. Putting his hand over his mouth in shock, he studied the tombstone that bore his name. Now he understood. But what he didn't know yet, was that he came back, just not as a human.

Fred slowly walked up the path to the Burrow. It was daylight outside but there wasn't a single sign of life in the tall home. He opened the door and walked into the living room, or what used to be anyway. The furniture was gone as well as the pictures and other various shared memories. He left the house and began walking. Walking anywhere in general, no given direction or speed or distance. Just walking alone. He eventually found Diagon Alley and the shop he and his twin brother had shared. So many things had happened there. The shop was alive with wizards of various statures sifting through the products to find something they wanted. This had always been Fred's dream. To own the joke shop next to his brother.

Tentatively, he walked through the doors and jumped as a loud noise announced his arrival to the other patrons. Everyone stared at him as soon as they saw him. Some people called him George but when they glanced at his firmly attached left ear they began gaping. "Was there a third one?" Some asked. "Was he just faking?" Other voices rang. "He doesn't look like himself." A few said. He paid no attention to any of the statements or questions. Instead he just walked up to the flat in the second floor of the store. He opened it and found everything missing. Everything gone. He ran down the stairs and his body slammed into a few people who loudly protested. Once in the middle of the main floor, Fred caught sight of Lee and Lee looked into his eyes and froze. Fred's name played on his tongue but he wouldn't dare say it. Lee simply walked up and looked at Fred straight in the eyes.

"Ge- G- George?" He whispered.

Fred simply shook his head and tilted it so Lee could see his left ear. He looked down at Lee and posed his question simply. "Where is he?"

"They m-moved to Godrics Hallow. Into Harry's old parents' house. I have the address if-"

"No." Fred said cutting him off and turning away. "I know how to get there." He explained.

"But wait-" Lee said stopping him. "His kid is being born today so he's probably at the hospital with Angelina."

Fred looked confused for a moment and his heart filled with warmth. He missed her so much. Good thing she stuck by my brother and is there for when his wife gives birth. He thought to himself. I can't wait to just kiss her again. Nodding his thanks to Lee, he turned and left the store of dumfounded customers. Once he was in the streets of Diagon Alley he apparated to St. Mungo's and walked up to the visitor's desk in the main lobby.

"Name?" The girl asked, not even bothering to look up. But when she did she gasped aloud and opened the doors. "Room 214." She said as she stared at his features.

The entire hallway smelled like cleaning solution, as most other hospitals did. "210, 212, 213, aaaaahh." He thought aloud. The door was closed and he knocked lightly. "Come in." Molly shouted from inside the room. Fred opened the door to see her holding a toddler and George and Angelina hanging on to a little baby girl. All heads turned to him with eyes wide. George handed the baby to Ange and took out his wand. He slammed Fred into the wall and held his stick of wood at Fred's throat. "YOU'RE DEAD!" He bellowed through the tears slowly etching their way down his face. "YOU'RE DEAD!" He yelled again as though saying it over and over would make it anymore true.

"I came back." Fred said emotionlessly

"NO YOU DIDN'T" George was still shouting.

"I'm standing right here." Fred said still void of his feelings. He sighed deeply. "When we were about to turn seventeen Harry Potter have us is Tri-Wizard winnings. Cedric Diggory died in the tournament. When Ron was a little boy I tried to get him to make an unbreakable vow and dad beat the crap out of me. And the year we left Hogwart's you decided to start drinking and you made Tori Leroy a very happy woman in our flat above the store." He sent a sideways glance at their mother and then looked back into George's eyes. "And after I died you started screwing the only woman I have ever truly loved!" Fred leaned his head back against the wall and smiled angrily at George. "Ring a bell?" He asked.

George stepped away from him and managed to look happy, angry, disgusted and sad all the same time. He wasn't sure whether to throw a punch at his brother, hug him, cry, or apologize. He went with the ones that seemed most adequate for the situation. He hugged his brother and began crying. "I'm so sorry. I love her." He said.

Fred didn't hug his brother back. He didn't move to help his brother dry his tears. But he wrinkled his nose at the apology and glanced at Angelina lying in the hospital bed holding her daughter. "Yeah. I loved her too." He said in an almost exasperated voice. "I loved her too." His voice was dry and cold. Angelina flinched under the glare he gave her. "Get off of me." He growled at his brother. Nothing touched him, not emotionally.

George let go of him and backed away slowly. "Well, this is your nephew, Fred. Well, Fred Junior." Fred scoffed at the name and George looked devastated. "And this is your niece Roxanne." He said almost fearing his brother. Fred smiled at the little girl in Ange's arm. It was the first time he had shown any emotion. He laughed a little when she grasped onto his hand.

"Fre-" A little boy called to him from across the room. Fred turned to see the little boy in his mother's arms. Fred Jr. reached out for Fred to take him and he did. He looked at his father innocently and said, "F-ower? Give Fre- F-ower." He began whimpering slightly.

"Baby, I don't have any flowers." When Fred looked at him questioningly George felt it his obligation to explain. "We visited your grave a lot and he always put a flower down for you."

Fred looked at Fred Jr. lovingly and kissed him on the forehead. "Thank you little guy." He whispered.