A.N. wish I did own Harry Potter , but I don't. So I won't gripe. P.s. to AzureFalls I know Poltergeists aren't real dead people, but it's a cool Idea so chill. Thanks to AzureFalls and Meals10 for being the first ones to review/ story alert. You rock! If you comment (and sign it)I'll mention your name. Please review.

P.P.S. This chapter is longer right?

-Froginatub.

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"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we will remember Fred Weasley Forever, And He will always Live in our hearts. Fred was-" Percy Weasley Was cut off mid- sentence By A loud (and familiar) voice shouting

"Lets gets this party started!" and dropping a crate of dung bombs on his funeral.

"GRED!" yelled George

'FORGE!" yelled his ghostly counterpart.

"FRED!!!" Yelled every one in the small clearing Yelled.

"It's so good to see you darling." Rambled Mrs. Weasley. "I missed you so much. George was just falling to bits. I can't be live you're back I really hoped you'd come back as a ghost, but I never really tho-"

"Mom?" Fred asked.

"yes darling?"

"Can We just bury that coffin and skedaddle? Me and Forge over there Gotta Re-open The shop."

"You're Still interested in our Store?!" Asked George excitedly. He and Fred ran off to prepare the grand re-opening of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

"Well, I suppose Fred is still dead, so we may as well bury the coffin." Muttered a befuddled Arthur Weasly.

MEANWHILE…

"Hey Fred!" Yelled George, throwing a pillow at His sibling's head.

"Mmmmm?" Fred mumbled

"I found something…" he said picking up a curled piece of dusty paper from the corner of the store.

Why are you worrying about you-know-who?

You should be worrying about

U-NO-POO-

The constipation sensation that's gripping the nation!

Fred floated over to take a look at the paper and laughed.

"I remember writing that. We should make a new Sign." He stretches his arms over his head as if imagining his words in lights.

"Celebrating the fall of Voldemort?

The death eaters aren't.

Voldie's death put 100s of

Foul criminal scum out of work. So

Please, support your local

Ex- eaters today."

"Excellent Fred!" George held up a bright blue sign with a red border. It had Fred's exact words spelled out in bold black text. "Wait…" George grabbed a can beside the cash and tapped it with his wand. Now it was also blue and red. He put a slit in the top and tossed it to Fred. "what do ya' think?" he asked.

"Cool. It needs something else though… I know! The pale twin tapped the can with his wand. The words "donate now" blossomed in black ink across the paper.

"SICK!" yelled George. Let's hang it up.

"Hey, we should call Verity. She'll probably need a job. And we'll definitely need an extra hand." Fred hovered over to the phone, picking it up and yelling U NO POO into it. 'Password verified' a mechanical voice said and a clockwork owl emerged from the muggle phone. "Verity Lake, tell her Weasley's Wizard Wheezes wants her back." The metal owl beeped and flew off, leaving the two boys to work on their pride and joy. They took the boards off the windows and door. Fred grabbed a "paint bomb" Disguised as a quill and threw it at George. George threw one at Fred (witch went right through him) and Pretty soon the room looked like it had been attacked by a home hardware.

"Cool paint job!" George said. Now the store looks good, but we still need to stock the shelves, replace the windows, paint the door and fix the awning."

"Great. I'll get the shelves and door, you get the windows and awning." Fred looked really suspicious. "Alright, see you soon!" Fred floated to the basement and took a pygmy puff. (oddly still alive) And put it in the mouth of a drinking fountain that served pumpkin juice. It squealed and struggled. Fred gave it a daydream potion and it shut up and began to drool. Then, he carried a box of decoy detonators upstairs. "Oi, George, did You know we have a drinking fountain in the basement?"

"Really? That's great, I'm thirsty." George walked down stairs and shrieked. "FRED!!! What…is…this!?!?!?"

"oh, that's Merlin the pygmy puff. I guess he crawled into the drain. Bad Merlin. Bad." Fred scolded the pygmy puff. Then he handed George the bruise cream for his black eye where Merlin had shot out of the fountain and hit him in the face.

"So, Poltergeist huh. What's that like? Kinda' weird to have a ghost for a brother. Gonna' be cool to see their faces though." George looked dreamy. "all the people that thought you were dead."

"uhhhh…George, we really need to work on the store. Ya' know? I'll get some more supplies from the basement if you fix the broken window and hang up our new poster."

"Fred, we can do this tomorrow but I really need some sleep." George said.

"Oh, ummm, sure George. Lets go upstairs and get some shut-eye."

"Thanks Fred." George ran upstairs and Fred floated after him. He waited until George was asleep and then went back downstairs, he mended the window and hung up their support the death eater's sign. He Tapped the awning with his wand so it turned green and the words Weasley's Wizard Wheezes replaced eas ey' W zAd Whzes. Some of the letters had come off during the war when they hadn't been managing their store. The door was soon green to match the awning. Fred made multiple trips down into the basement and brought up all the merchandise. Then he went to Gringots and changed some wizard money into $100 muggle money. Then he aperated to toys R us and bought a toy for $5. He than aperated to a Loblaws and bought $75.68 worth of marsh mallows. He had a great plan. He snickered and aperated back home.

END OF CHAPTER!

So, how was that? Chapter #2. If anyone guesses what he bought at the toy store, and signs with initials, nick name, whatever, I'll mention them in the story. Somehow.

-Froginatub.