Wish Granted
By. SadieAnnabethMellark
Summary: He knew it was reckless, but if it made his dad truly happy again he'd do it. For his Dad, he would grant the one wish that he knew his Dad made every year when he blew out the birthday candles. He was going to bring back Fred...permanently.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I am not J.K. Rowling. If I was I would own Harry Potter.
Previously...
'I then stepped back a few feet from her and took out the time turner from where it hung around my neck under the jumper. I fingered the dials and put in the correct date. Looking at Roxy one last time, I gave her a small smile. She returned it with a water one of her own. She waved and called out, "See ya later."
And then I was consumed by swirling sand.'
Chapter Two
And Something Wasn't Quite Right
(Normal POV)
Images and sand whirled past me as I was enveloped into a tempest of sand. I was whipped out of the present from Roxy's room and I suddenly found myself hurtling back through time. Scenes from my life blurred past in such a fast speed, I had to close my eyes otherwise I would've been sick. My head was already pounding; part of the time traveling sickness I had read about in books. I held my fingers to my temples, hoping to soothe the pain that had suddenly come on from being whisked away back into the past, but it didn't really help.
So, I continued to stand with my eyes shut listening to the sounds the images came with. The laughter of children, the yells of a furious Mum, the cries of a baby, the music from somebody's wedding, the booming of fireworks, the sobs of people as they fell to their knees as the mourned their loved ones, the screams of terrified people, the yells of jinxes and spells as people fired them. I opened my eyes when I felt the wind and sand stop blowing my hair. I was standing at the end of the seventh floor corridor. It was empty, but I could still hear the bangs and shouts of people from the floors below me and from around the corridor where Uncle Fred and Uncle Percy would be dueling Thickness.
I looked down at my watch. Three minutes before the wall exploded. Time to get into position. I ran towards the closer end of the corridor, farther away from the tapestry of Barnbas the Barmy. I hid behind the wall and watched as suddenly the doors to the Room of Requirement appeared and out tumbled a younger version of Aunt Hermione, Uncle Ron, and an unconscious Gregory Goyle (a man I had only met once at the ministry when Dad had to run some errands and had to take me with him); all of them coughing and spluttering for fresh air. A second later, a 17 year old version of Uncle Harry came soaring from the room along with a 17 year old version of Draco Malfoy.
The doors to the Room of Requirement, slammed shut quickly, before disappearing. I heard as Malfoy and Ron argued about Crabbe and the trio talked about the room of requirement and whether it would still work while Malfoy continued to panic. And then, I knew it was time to get ready to run and push. Bangs and screams got louder and then suddenly I saw Uncle Percy and who I presumed was Uncle Fred being pushed back into the 7th floor corridor.
Spells started to whiz past me as Thickness and his fellow death eater missed their targets. I saw Ron, Hermione, and Harry duck as spells started whizzing over their heads and I stayed close to the wall in hopes of not getting accidentally hit by dark curses.
"Hello, Minister!" I heard Uncle Percy bellow as he continued to duel with his old boss, "Did I mention I'm resigning?"
"You're joking, Perce!" Uncle Fred yelled happily over the sounds of hexes being fired as he sent three quick stunning spells towards the death eater he was dueling, making the unknown man fall to the ground.
And then I started running. I dodged the spells that Thickness was still throwing off and Uncle Percy's spells that were rebounding off the walls. I ran straight past Uncle Harry and Aunt Hermione and pushed past Uncle Ron roughly, making him lose his balance and practically spin in a circle. I had to hurry.
"You actually are- hey!" I pushed Uncle Fred Roughly, making him tumble into Uncle Percy; both of them stumbling back towards the tapestry of Barnbas the Barmy before falling on top of each other.
I stood there in shock induced by happiness. I had done it. I had done it! I! HAD! DONE! IT! And as I stood there many things happened all at once. I heard Uncle Ron roar the Conjunctivitis curse. Uncle Percy and Uncle Fred where trying to untangle themselves. Thickness was starting to fire spells again, recovering from his shock. I felt the bolt of yellow light hit me straight in the head. My vision started to darken and my eyes started to burn like they had been lit on fire, but I ran the few steps I could, before I felt myself
And then the building shook and the wall came tumbling down...and I was right under it.
(Future George's POV)
As soon as I woke that morning, I knew there was something wrong. It wasn't the blissful calm I was used to now. Something wasn't right. I glanced over at Angie who was still curled up next to he, her brown curls messy from sleep. She was still asleep. Maybe its the kids, I thought. I looked at the alarm clock. It was 6 o'clock. Chances are they're are still sleeping, I told myself.
I turned over onto my side and snuggled back into Angie.
"Happy birthday, George." Angie murmured as she cracked open one of her chocolate brown eyes.
"Thanks, Angie." I whispered to her as I buried my head into her mess of curls. I still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong though. But, what was it? I just couldn't put my finger on it.
(Past Fred's POV)
I watched as the wall came tumbling down on George.
"NO! GEORGE!" I screamed as I pushed myself to my feet and ran towards where I saw a glimpse of George's hand. I ducked as spells flew over my head, whether they were dark magic or not, I didn't know. I was just focused on reaching my twin.
When I reached the pile of ruble I started to immediately dig my twin out. George had to be alive. He just had to be. I could feel it, if I just reached him in time then he would be okay. He would live.
"Fred!" I heard Percy call as he came closer.
"Help me! George is under here." I cried as I continued to pull ruble off of the body of my twin, "George can you hear me? Make some noise for me Georgie."
"Fred, that wasn't-" Percy tried to pull me away. I batted him away and finished pulling the rubble off of my twin.
And that's when I realized it wasn't George. It wasn't my twin, though he did look a lot like him. This guy didn't have the small matching birthmark that I had on the back of his neck that his hair usually covered. I turned the guy that was impersonating my twin so he laid on his back.
"Come on Fred, we need to go." Ron had joined us along with Harry and Hermione. But I was to busy focused on the guys face. He did look a lot like George, but he had some slightly different features. His features were more pointed, his cheeks were a little bit wider, his lips a little bit fuller. And, up close, I could tell he was younger than George and I. Even younger than Ron. He looked about 15 or 16 at the most. But he had the same Weasley red hair and freckles that peppered across his cheeks and nose. He had the same stocky build as Charlie, George, and I. From a distance he could easily pass for George with no problem, but up close you could tell the subtle differences.
"Come on Fred." Ron yanked me to my feet and started dragging down the corridor, away from the guy who lay most likely dead.
"We need to get him out of there." I told Ron, trying to pull my arm away from him.
"He's probably dead Fred. That wall fell on top of him. And how do we know he's not a death eater, anyways?" That was all Ron said, as he chased after Harry and Hermione, dragging me along with him.
"I just have this feeling." I mumbled as I tried to look behind me as Ron continued to pull me through the crowds of fighting people. I felt like I needed to go back and help him. He was a good guy, he was with the light. But, my little brother had a firm grip on my wrist and it seemed like he wasn't going to be letting go anytime soon.
(Future George's POV)
It had taken me a while to fall back asleep this morning, simply because I just had this sudden feeling of dread for no reason. And it wasn't the normal feeling of dread that I normally registered with my birthday; no it was different.
When I did eventually go back to sleep, however, I dreamed of Fred. My brother had lived through the battle, he continued helping me run the store, he attended my wedding, he held my kids after they were born, we continued on with life, reeking havoc and raising hell together. I watched as he aged past 20. And though the dream was blissful, the whole time I had the feeling in the back of my mind that it all wasn't real. That when I woke up, Fred, my brother, would still just be a person from my memories. He would no longer be living anymore.
"Happy Birthday Baby." Angie's voice broke through my dream and brought me into the world of consciousness. I cracked my eyes open to find her straddling me, her hair surrounding us like a curtain.
"Am I dreaming or is this real?" I whispered, "Because a guy could really get use to waking up like this." Angelina smiled before she leaned down and kissed my lips softly.
"We have some time before we have to get up and get ready." she whispered back before she slowly started attacking my neck with her lips.
"What about the kids?" I moaned as I grabbed a hold of her hips as I smiled.
"Roxy is at Jenna's and you know Freddie is at the shop helping Fred in the stock room. They won't be back for a couple hours."
My smile faded, "Our son is helping Fred?"
"Of course. He always does." Angie was still sucking on my neck as she slid her soft hands up my shirt.
"Angie? You mean Fred, our son, is helping out Fred? As in my brother, Fred?" I asked as I pushed her back so I could look her in the eyes.
Angie wasn't to happy about me pushing her away, "Yes, George. Our son is helping your twin at the shop today. Just like he does every other day." She rolled her eyes, "It wouldn't kill you to actually wonder where our son goes for four hours every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday."
"He's working? With Fred, my brother who has been dead for the past 23 years?" I asked as I stared up at Angelina with questioning eyes. How could this possibly be? This couldn't be. This just couldn't be happening.
Angelina rolled off the top of me and sat on the edge of her side of the bed; her back was to me.
"If you didn't want to have sex this morning, you could have just said so." my wife's tone was one I was very familiar with; she was quite annoyed.
I sat up looking at her back with wide eyes, "It's not that Angie. Really, I would love to have sex with you this morning, its just that Fred has been dead for 23 years and now your acting like he's been alive this whole time."
"Dead?" Angie turned to face me with a annoyed face, "Of course Fred is alive. You just saw him yesterday. I know you feel the need to pull more jokes today, but really George, that's pretty low for you."
"It's not a joke." I said abruptly, "Fred really-.
"I know. It's not funny." Angie cut me off.
"No, Angie. You don't understand. Fred has been dead for 23 years. He died in the battle of Hogwarts." She looked at me miffed, before she finally shook her head and held her hands up in 'just stop it' gesture.
"You know what, George," she finally said, "I need to run to Diagon Alley. I was gonna wait until later, but apparently I have time this morning." And then she got up and stalked towards our bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
"Angie?" I called as I got out of bed, "What's going on?" There was no response; that wasn't good.
I sighed and stalked over to our closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. It was time for me to go see if what Angie said was true.
To Be Continued...
A/N: (Alright, so I know this chapter skips around quite a bit in the POVs, but there was a lot I wanted to put in this chapter. I was originally going to put this chapter up yesterday, but I had a ton of homework and didn't get a chance to finish this until today. I'm going to try and see if I can update this story every week on Tuesday or Wednesday. It isn't a guarantee, but I really do like this story and I will not abandon it.
I'll also say that I am a little disappointed that I didn't get any reviews from my first chapter. Your reviews make me want to keep writing and they also help me improve my writing, so the more review the quicker chapters get written and posted.
Tell me what you guys all think of this chapter. R&R and check out my profile page. Thanks. S.A.M.)