Green flames lit up in the fireplace and seconds later, two wizards stepped out of it. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson looked up, surprised.

"Hello young men. Can we help you with anything?" Mr. Johnson said.

"We're looking for Angelina, actually," one of the two identical boys replied.

"She's up in her room. But I don't think this is the best time to visit her. She's… well, she was pretty shocked when she came home earlier."

"We know sir, we know," the other twin answered. "We came here to comfort her. Can we go up?"

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson looked at each other, and Mrs. Johnson nodded slightly to her husband. Then she looked back to the boys. "Her room is up the stairs, it's the first door on your right. I'm not sure if she's asleep by now, but I would like to ask you not to wake her in that case."

The boys nodded, thanked her and went upstairs.

They found Angelina's room quickly, for a plate on one of the doors said Angie's room. They could hear her sobbing inside, so they knocked silently.

"Come in," Angelina said after a few seconds of making sure she was able to speak.

Fred opened the door and walked in hesitantly, not sure what she would say to his appearance. Angelina obviously hadn't expected him. If she'd known someone else than her parents had knocked her door, she would have never let him in.

"George? What are you doing here?" she said, trying to wipe away her tears.

Fred sat down on the bed next to her, making sure his left ear was hidden in his hair. "I miss him so much, Angie," he said while hiding his face in his hands. "I thought you of all persons would understand." He looked at her with tears in his eyes. "I don't know what to do."

She laid her head on his shoulder and started crying again. Fred too, couldn't hold back his tears; apparently the crying-charm George had casted on him outside her room had worked.

"If he could just come back…" Fred started.

"He won't, George, he'll never come back," Angelina retorted, sadness noticeable in her voice. "I would give up anything for him to come back, I would give up my best race broom, but there is no hope."

Fred started to cry inconsolably. Angelina rubbed his back slightly. Then he started to cough, and Angelina looked at him quite worried.

"Could you *cough* Angie, could you perhaps get me *cough* a glass of water?" he choked.

She jumped up from her bed and went downstairs. She herself could use some water now too, she felt like there were no tears left in her eyes.

But when she reached the living room, she stopped dead. A redheaded boy was sitting on one of the sofas, talking to her parents. But, it couldn't be. She'd just left him in her bedroom.

"George? Did you apparate down here?" she asked utterly confused.

Her parents looked up as they heard her voice. "Angie! Are you feeling a bit better? George here has just told us what has happened at Hogwarts. Why didn't you tell us you were heading towards a war, darling? You could have died!"

But Angelina didn't answer her parents' questions. "How can he have told you? He was up in my room all the time," she said while looking straight at George. He couldn't have been down here while being up in her room at the same time. It couldn't be, unless there was a clone of him walking around. And that was impossible. Unless… no, that was even more impossible.

"George here wasn't up in with you, dear. He came down as the other boy entered your room. He told us his brother could take care of you by his own. So we asked him why you were crying and he told us about the battle."

Angelina looked at her mother unbelievingly. "You say there were two -?"

"SURPRISE!" Fred and George yelled together, as Fred came running down the stairs.

Angelina turned around in shock. "Fred? But… but that's impossible! One can't come back from death."

"Unless he was never dead, Angie," Fred said while winking at her.

She looked at him incredulously for a few seconds, before she lunged herself at him and caught him in a big hug. "Fred, you're back!" she cried.

"You're not rid of me yet," Fred grinned.

"Fred, I hate you for tricking me like that! I can't believe I was actually crying for you on your own bloody shoulder!"

The twins laughed and Angelina kept hugging Fred. "Er, Angie," Fred started, "I know of course how much you love and adore me, but aren't there other ways to express it?" Angelina laughed and let go of him reluctantly. She still held one of his hands, though.

George felt a stitch in his stomach as he watched them. Never before had he envied his brother. But there was only one Angelina and there were two of them…

"Come on, Freddie," he said, trying to forget his thoughts, "we still need to tell Lee, Katie and Alicia."

"Right," Fred asked, as he dropped Angelina's hand. She pouted. "Are you going to leave me already? Can't I come?"

"Well, that's up to your parents, I guess," Fred said, eyeing her Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, who were still sitting on the couch.

"She can go," Mrs. Johnson replied. "Thank you for making her feel better. We owe you."

"Mum! You will never owe these two idiots anything!" Angelina said at the same moment as Fred said: "No thanks, miss. But Angelina, you owe us your best race broom."

He winked and started to walk back to the fire place. His twin brother and Angelina followed suit, and they flooed to Lee's home.