Weasley's Return

by No Holds

Fred and george come back as polter geits and continue to run thier shop. Others decide too follow suit, both good and bad. THIS IS OLD, AND WILL LIKELY STAY UNFINISHED. This fic isn't very good. you've been warned. This was pretty much the first writing project I ever took on, and it is BAD. I've improved a LOT since writing this.

6. Hello afterlife

A.N. heloooo. I started this chapter as soon as I finished the other. Same as chapter five's author's note. Review, please, whimper, ya know…

-Froginatub

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George P.O.V.

Were am I? a huge marble cavern… An old man at a desk… doors at the back… I'm sure I've never been here before… then…why does it seem so familler? Oh! This is the place fred described to me the place he went when he…when he died. So it must be a dream. I won't remrmber anything of this in the morning. I can't....i'm not….. I shouldn't be… dead… but now the line's going forewords. I'm at the desk. The old man is telling me I am dead. I want to be a poltergeist. I need to be! I tell him. He directs me to a door. My hand is killing me. So…it can't be a dream. Hello afterlife. Suddenly, I'm hovering over my bed in the store. Fred is crying. Over my dead body. Litteraly. I swoop down, and tell him it's okay. I'm here. He hugs me, and the embrace seems solid and warm. Huh. He tells me my hand got really infected from the pygmy puff bite. It got into my blood, then into me heart, stopping it instantly. I look at the corpse's hand. My hand. It is swollen and gross. I am dead. I shall go tell mom and dad. They may worry.

A.N.

This one's short too, but if you put it and chapter five together, you get a decently sized chapter. Please please please please review.