"Mum! Dad!"

Molly looked up at her son's shouting. She heard him rushing down the stairs. "What is it, George?" she called towards the doorpost.

Her son came in the living room and eyed the mourning family. "I'm not George. I'm Fred," he told his mother. "Really mum, can't you tell?"

Charlie was the only one who was able to speak through his sobs. "George, this is not the time to pull out that joke again," he said, while looking at his younger brother.

"It's not a joke, Charlie. He is Fred," said someone who entered the room. He went to stand next to Fred, and it was as if a mirror had been placed between them.

Various gasps were to be heard from the family.

Arthur was the one to recover first. "Fred? Is that really you?" he asked in a small voice.

"It can't be," said Percy. "That's impossible."

"Are we all starting to hallucinate, now?" Ginny asked.

"We aren't," Harry said. He'd seen people return from death before, and Fred certainly didn't look as if he just had. He didn't look as one of the beloved people Harry had brought back for a while with the Resurrection Stone. "He can't be dead. He looks way to solid for that."

"We found your finger," Bill objected. "You were blasted in pieces." But his eyes reflected that he wanted this to be true. As did the whole family gathered together in the small living room.

Fred showed them his hand, which had one finger missing. "I splinched when apparating here."

His words took a moment to sink in. Then, at once, everyone in the room got out of their chairs and ran towards Fred to pull him in a group hug. Only Harry remained in his seat; he didn't want to ruin the family's luck.

Sobs of joy were to be heard, together with shouts of Fred' name.

George, who didn't want to be crushed in the struggle, sat down next to Harry. Harry smiled at him; he couldn't find words to express how glad he was for him.

For a second, Harry even felt the hope that Remus and Tonks could be still alive too, but the hope quickly disappeared. Remus had come back with the Resurrection Stone. If he hadn't been dead, that wouldn't have been possible.

Suddenly, Molly pulled out of the group hug.

"Fred Weasley, how dare you to leave us in distress and not show yourself immediately!"

"I fainted, mum," he objected. "I just recovered when George came into our room."

This, of course, worried Molly. "Let me see your hand! If you fainted, then it must be grave. Give me your hand! Now!"

Fred reluctantly held his hand out to her.

"Your other hand, Fred. Honestly, will you never change?"

Grinning, Fred held out his other hand. His mother examined it intently. "I think I can fix this," she said. "Arthur, go back to Hogwarts and find Fred's finger. I can't believe we left it."

"Don't worry, mum," George said, "I – I took it." He reached in his pocket to reveal a finger.

"Bloody hell," Ron exclaimed. "Put that away!"

"Hey, Ickle Ronniekins, that's my finger you're insulting!"

"It would be fair if you wouldn't get it back," George said smiling, while pointing at his missing ear.

"Sorry, Georgie, I love my dear finger to much for that."

Then, Molly took both Fred and his finger and left for the kitchen, leaving the rest of the family in their joy. Harry tried to catch Ginny's eye, but couldn't seem to find her anywhere. She must have left in the fuss about Fred.

Frowning, to see if she were alright, he followed her upstairs.