They turned their attention back to the teacher's table in front of them. Until now, none of the teachers had said a word. It seemed like they were in the same mood as Ginny. Fred shook his head and looked annoyed.

"Once you can listen to them talk, they find it amusing to keep their mouths shut. That's pissing me off right now, you know?", he complained. George grinned, they had always tried to listen to the teachers' talks. They had even considered learning to read lips just to understand what they were talking about. In the end, they never did it and they were never able to listen to them.

"Let's check the dormitories. I wonder who's got our room, right?", George suggested to light up his brother's mood. Fred nodded and tried to float to the doors. He had problems to keep his direction. George seemed to be a natural in floating, he went straight through the hall and waited at the doors, watching Fred with a wide grin.

After some moments, Fred reached him and folded his arms. George shrugged and grabbed his arm, then he floated upstairs to the Gryffindor dorms. Fred didn't seem very happy to be dragged along but this was way faster than trying on his own.

When they reached the fat lady, the portrait wasn't able to see them either. It wasn't really surprising because the other portraits on the hallways couldn't see them, either, but it was pretty disappointing.

"So, she can't hear us and we don't know the password. How do we enter?", George asked. They hadn't thought about this earlier, he noticed, rolling his eyes.

„We're ghosts, remember? If we're real ghosts, then we should be able to enter it anyway, right?", Fred grinned. George gave him a confused look.

„George, think about it. What does Peeves do if there's a locked door in front of him and he wants to enter?"

„Peeves doesn't need doors to enter, since he's a gho-..", Fred laughed, „Oh. Ah well, then I suggest you try first", George said blushing a little.

„Alright then, but don't laugh if I crash into the wall and it doesn't work", Fred said, „This is a little creepy. I wonder how it feels. But actually.. Grabbing through Ginny's body didn't feel weird."

„But it sounds weird!", George mumbled.

„Well, then I'll leave now. See you inside, right?!", Fred waved, smiling a little.

„Just go already!"

„Alright, alright.", Fred floated towards the wall, although he had to correct his direction once - floating was really hard - and after hesitating a little, he slipped through the wall head-first. George watched him pretty stunned and stood still in the air. Then Fred's head appeared through the wall once again, saying: „This is totally fun! Didn't feel anything, come in now!" and then he disappeared again.

George sighed and floated through the wall himself, although he did it with his hands first. Fred was right, he couldn't feel anything, it was as if there was no wall at all.

Then they were inside the Gryffindor Common Room. It looked exactly like it looked three years ago, when they had last entered it.

"I will try something", Fred announced and floated towards the fireplace. George wondered if that was where he wanted to go, since there wasn't really anything interesting around it, but then Fred just floated headfirst into the fire. George's eyes widened with shock, but Fred came back out of the flames without a scratch or burn.

"Have you gone insane? Couldn't you first use your hand instead of your head?", George called.

"George, I think nothing can harm us anymore", Fred said calmly.

"Oh, I think I can still harm you, you idiot!", George shouted and hit his twin in the head.

"Ouch!", Fred shouted back and rubbed his head, "This really works. That's cool. Would've been boring without being able to slap you here and then, right?", he grinned.

"Yeah, totally."

George floated upstairs and into the room he once lived in for more than six years. It still looked the same, but of course there were some things missing and some things that didn't really fit in.

"Who put a pot of flowers in here? This isn't a girl's dorm! Pathetic!", Fred complained, "And what is this? Ew, worn underwear. Nice manners, this little guy, really."

"Ah, seems to be first or second years. These robes are really small", George said, ignoring Fred's complains.

"Should be third years, right? And I wonder if there were even worse guys in here before we came. And we never really cleaned this place, ew..", Fred mumbled.

"The elves do that, remember?"

"Oh yeah. Then it was always clean in here, right?"

"Yep.", George reassured him, "They cleaned it every day."

"Right, they told us while we were in the kitchens", Fred remembered.

After some minutes, their old room got boring because they couldn't touch anything. Fred tried to throw the flowers down all the time, but it just wouldn't work, so his mood wasn't really good when they left.

"If we could touch anything, then we could annoy the hell out of Peeves, right?"

George nodded, "But we can't. And he wouldn't even see us and that would get us really pissed."

Fred nodded, too, "But maybe it will get better. And then we'll be the poltergeists of Hogwarts and Peeves can pack his bags."

"You want to stay here for always and eternity?", George asked, "That would be depressing, wouldn't it? We won't age, but our family will. They will all.. die."

Fred bit his lip, but then he smiled softly, "I think we shouldn't think about that now, Georgie. It will only get us depressed, but we're only dead for some days, not years. We'll think about not aging when our next birthday nears, alright?"

George shrugged, thinking about Ginny with grey hair and about watching their little siblings' grand- and great-grandchildren visit Hogwarts. Their next birthday wasn't very far away.. Maybe they should have just entered heaven. Harry once told them about it, didn't he?

"Fred, didn't Harry once say that he'd never want to be a ghost? That he would go further, like, I don't know - Heaven? Or hell, in our case? He said that becoming a ghost is awful, didn't he?"

"I don't know. Yeah, he said something like that and then we said that we'll rule hell. Don't worry, we will rule hell. We just have to find our way out of here, right?", Fred answered.

"I think we had our chance, Fred. I think that door, that light thing was heaven. No clue why they would put us into heaven and not hell, but I guess it was the same with being in Gryffindor and not Slytherin. I think that door was our ticket to go further, but we wanted Hogwarts. Don't you think that we will be forced to stay like this forever?"

Fred looked at him and George regretted telling him his worries, he looked really scared. George hated to see his twin scared, because it just wasn't Fred's style to be scared. He was the brave one.

"I think that watching people forever without being able to talk to them or touch anything.. That this is hell. Do you think that we not only missed the ticket to heaven, but entered hell because we didn't go through that door? Is this our personal hell?", Fred asked quietly.

George thought about it for a moment, but then he shook his head, "That can't be. If they'd put us into personal hell, then they would seperate us, right? We managed everything until now, as long as we were together. This can't be hell, this is just our own decision. We chose the food in Hogwarts instead of Heaven."

Fred looked at him for a moment, then he grinned, "This sounds so like us, George. We chose the food in Hogwarts instead of Heaven, this is like.. The best thing we ever brought."

George grinned, too. They were such idiots. Being in a nothingness like before and the only thing they worried about was the food in Hogwarts. Well, that would haunt them forever, obviously.

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