Free At Last

"Sorry, Dad. I forgot something." Fred said, holding up the explosion decorated book. Mr. Weasley grimaced.

"How about we not show that book to your Mum." He asked, turning back to grab Fred's bags. The two red headed boys followed Aurthur out to the rusty teal car. Once the boot was opened, the bags were shoved in and the three slid into the seats up front. The car was started, and Aurthur drove all the way home, the muggle way.

The three red heads were nearly out of their seats with excitement as they made their way home. The passed ponds and towns, though Fred didn't see any of it, as he was imagining the home he had been longing for since he first woke up. What would it be like? How old was that picture George had showed him? Had it changed much from that time?

"Nearly there." Aurthur said as he smiled at his son. Fred's eyes became comically wide as he scanned the horizon for any shape of a house. George chuckled at the brother that sat in between him and his father.

And finally, with a pleasant gasp, The Burrow slid into view.

Fred took in every thing, from the rooms that where haphazardly on top of each other, and most likely held up with magic, to the collection of rubber boots and fat chickens in the front. He could see the garden filled with weeds, and the little potato headed Gnomes as they snuck back into the hedge. He saw the four chimneys on the roof on the building, and in the attic, through a very small window, a mossy green Ghoul eye showed through. He took in the thicket of trees that George had told him was the only place they could play Quidditch without the muggle town seeing.

George scanned everything too, for he had not been here for more than a few hours for at least a year or so.

The threesome parked the car, and many other flaming heads of hair came dashing out from inside the house, also accompanied by a brunette, and blond, and black haired head, and a short, wobbly teal one. They practically flew into the car, dragging Fred out and covering every inch of his body in hugs and tearful kisses. Much gibberish could be heard, but most of it was along the lines of 'Fred!' and 'I'm so happy you're home!' and what not.

Aurthur grabbed Fred's luggage, and they all made their ways into the house, followed by Fred's group of admirers. It took some walking, as Harry's arm was slung around the red head's shoulders, Fred's arm was gripped by Molly, and his leg was being childishly held onto by Ginny, like when they were younger.

Once inside, they could smell sweet potatoes, pot roast, peas, rolls with butter, corn on the cob, and a bunch of other things that were Fred's favorite. He shooed a laughing Ginny off his legs, and pounced on the table.

"It's about time I get a decent meal. That hospital food is horrible!" He crowed. The table was soon surrounded by busy people. Fred was certain his plate was going to snap in half after he was done piling food he wanted on it.

He sat down to eat, Molly on his right, and Ginny on his left. George was on the other side of the table, but Fred was so caught up in his family that he didn't notice the several pees being flung at him. Finally, a little green pee hit him right in the side of head. It bounced off and landed on the table. It started to shimmer, and Fred picked it up, rolling the tiny vegetable around in his palm. Suddenly, the pee swelled until if burst and unfolded into a piece of paper.

"Enjoying your fan club?" It read. Fred grinned at George, who was discreetly holding his wand. George noticed him looking and Fred shrugged his shoulders. He then made a brushing motion on his arms. George immediately understood this as he was tired of being clinged to. George rolled his eyes.

"Dessert!" Molly called, producing a plate stacked his with lemon squares. They were also Fred's favorite, and George knew his mum had made them in the hope of something familiar awakening Fred's memory. George was slightly disappointed too, because a part of him had some hope that his twin would remember something when he came home. George wondered if he would every regain his memory, or if he would just have to learn it all again. But, he pushed that thought out of his head and graciously accepted a lemon bar.

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The Weasley's, with the edition of a few, were crowded into the living room, telling stories. Fred was very focused on them, seated next to an amused George, with Teddy on his lap. The small boy had taken a liking to him right away, and had opted to change his hair into a fiery orange. The only other person he had done this for was his parents, Tonks and Remus, and Harry. Teddy had his attention turned to George from Fred's lap right now, because George kept charming the dragons on the younger boy's Pj's to fly around his round little stomach.

"Remember the time you guys drove the flying car to Harry's window to rescue him?" Ron asked, and Fred looked amazed.

"We have a flying car?" He asked increndously.

"Had a flying car. That was until these two dunder heads," Molly gestured to Ron and Harry. "Decided to fly it to the school. It landed in the Whomping Willow, and was beaten to smithereens. And then, it took off for the Forbidden Forest, never to be seen again. Honestly, I still don't know what you two were thinking..."

Fred laughed. "You guys really did that?" He asked a steadily turning red Harry and a Ron who had puffed his chest out impressively. They nodded. "Well done."

"How about that one time that you two got yourselves lost on broomsticks, and ended up at the police station in the next town over, and not being able to tell any of the muggle where you came from because they don't know there's a house back here. You two were five." Bill said, chuckling.

"Or when you charmed all the objects in my room to be spiders." Ron huffed angrily. Everyone laughed, Fred's rich joyful laugh bouncing all around the room.

"I hear you hate spiders, Ron. And that George and I were the one that made it that way." Fred asked, watching Ron roll his blue eyes.

"Ya, you were." He muttered.

"Or how about that time we got into the potions cabinet when we were two, mixed the wrong potions and turned Percy's hair neon green." George added, laughing at the reddening cheeks of Percy.

"What?" Molly cried. George immediately back peddled.

"Uhh- um, Maybe I was dreaming that. Yeah, I remember now. I dreamed that..." He tried to say.

"No you weren't dreaming. It was that time when Ron was born and they were at St. Mungo's for about five days and they left Charlie to baby sit, big mistake that was." Percy said.

Molly surprisingly laughed, and she walked over to where he twins sat. She plopped herself down in between them, and flung her arms around their shoulders.

"My boys." She crooned.

I have the end for this story already, and I'm so excited to write it, but I have a bunch to fill in. So, I'm kinda sad, but, it's good for you guys because that means quicker updates!

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