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. There are some quotes from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, all of which I did not write.

Previously...

'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 fall to the ground on my hands and knees.

And then the building shook and the wall came tumbling down...and I was right under it'

…

'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.'

Chapter Three

And Fred Was Discovered

(Future Fred's POV)

"It's great to have the help boys." I told my nephews as they brought more boxes from the back room, "I just wonder where Fred is. He should've been here", I looked at my watch, "two hours ago."

"Don't know Uncle Fred. He's probably just got caught up at Jenna's or something." James told me as he started to pull more Weasley Wizbangs out of the box and placing them on the selves. I nodded.

"How many Nosebleed Nougats do we have Louis?"

"13 boxes on the selves. We're gonna be needing more out here." he reported.

"I'll get some."

Walking back into the store room, I pondered about how grateful I really was to have the company of my two nephews. Sadly, they would have to return to school soon and I was not really looking forward to it. The boys seemed to be able to take the edge off of the month of April and May. They helped remind me what all of those people fought for.

Grabbing the box of Nosebleed nougats, I started heading back into the front of the store. Then I head the bell to the front of the shop ring, and I sighed with relief. Fred had finally made it.

(Future George's POV)

After apparating straight to the Leaky Cauldron, I made my way through the bar.

"Ah, George, care for a drink?" Hannah Abbot called out to me from behind the counter.

"Not today, Hannah. Thanks though." I called back over my shoulder as I made my way to the back, letting the door slam behind me. I pulled out my wand from my jeans and started taped the wall, lettign myself into Diagon Alley.

I didn't hesitate to jog through the alley towards Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Fred could be alive. Angelina had never lied to me before, but I wasn't to sure this time. Fred, my twin, had been dead for 23 years. After 23 years, you couldn't just come back from the dead.

I passed Quality Quidditch Supplies and Ollivander's before I finally spotted the bright orange building that I knew to be the store that my brother and I had opened 24 almost 25 years ago, and I bolted for it almost knocking over an elderly witch on my way. If I hadn't been slowed down by the witch who I stopped to steady before she accidentally fell over, I would've most likely ran straight into the shop door.

Thankfully, I was able to stop myself, before wrenching the door to the shop open and stumbling inside.

"Hey, Uncle George!" James called from where he was balanced on a rickety ladder counting Weasley Wildfire Wiz-bangs.

"What're you doing here?" Louis asked as he poked his head around a shelf to look at me.

"Where's Fred?" I asked just in time to see, lone behold, a complete replica of me. The only difference being that this George had two ears instead of one.

"Who are you?!" I yelled as I drew my wand and pointed it right to my replica's chest.

"George? Is that you?" Fred asked as he dropped a box of Nosebleed Nougats, causing the contents to spill from the box and onto the floor.

"Who are you and What are you doing impersonating my twin?" I asked in a deadly tone.

"Uncle George?" Louis asked timidly. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. Both he and James were staring at me as if I had gone mental.

"What's going on?" James asked as he started towards us.

"James, Louis, you go into my office and lock the door. Don't open up for anyone besides me, Bill, or Harry." I told them, "Do you understand me?"

"Uncle George, what-" James started.

"Don't start with me James Sirius Potter. I mean it."

"Come on, James." Louis grabbed James' arm and pulled him towards the back of the store to the stairs that led up to my office. At least Louis knew how to follow orders.

Once the boys were safely out of sight and I heard the sound of a closing door, I glared at the person impersonating my brother.

"Who the hell do you work for? And why are you here?" I asked.

"George, really, what has gotten into you?" the Fred impostor asked.

"I mean it." My voice conveyed my fury. How dare they impersonate my twin. How dare they!

"Listen, George, I'm your brother. Your twin. We've done everything-"

"What was the first product we made for the joke shop?" I asked cutting him off.

"We made the Headless hats first. Well, a really old version. We got the idea from the cursed hat that Bill's penfriend sent him." I stared at him. We had kept those just between us. Not even Mum knew what our first ever product was. Most of the wizarding world believed it to be the skiving snack-boxes, but they were actually or seventh invention.

"Now, do you believe who I am?" Fred asked. I slowly lowered my wand, still continuing to gawk at him in shock. Fred was alive, that much was sure.

(James' POV)

Meanwhile Upstairs...

"Uncle George, has gone absolutely nutters!" I told Louis as he pulled me up the stairs.

"Maybe its a joke?"

I stared at him like he had suddenly grown a second head, "No. He really means it. Uncle George has never used that tone with us before. That tone is usually reserved for Mum and Dad. Besides, he said to only open up for Dad or Uncle Bill, he usually only tells us that when there is real danger."

"Well, then we better stay in here, huh?" Louis asked as he pushed open the door to Uncle George's office.

I rolled my eyes, "Of course not. Where's the fun in listening to-" And that's when I spotted Roxy, sitting behind Uncle George's desk. Her head was buried in her arms and I noticed that she was quietly shaking with sobs. I glanced at Louis, he seemed just as shocked as I was to see her there.

Quietly, Louis and I made our way into the office and shut the door behind us.

"Roxy?" Louis asked softly as he went closer to our cousin. Roxy didn't answer.

"Hey, Rox, you alright?" I asked as moved so I was right next to her, kneeling on the floor next to her.

"I told him not to do it. I told him." she sobbed as she looked up at me. Her brown eyes were red and puffy and her normal perfect brown ringlets were not in frizzy mangled knots.

"What?" I asked confused as I kept eye contact with her.

"I told him not to. I told him, but he didn't listen to me. He's gonna get killed." she sobbed.

"Who are you talking about, Rox?" I asked her.

"Isn't it obvious?" she hiccuped, "Freddie. He's gonna get himself killed."

"What?" I asked, grabbing a hold of both sides of Roxy's face gently, "What do you mean?"

"God, James its all my fault. It's all my fault he's dead." Roxy was slowly working herself up even more.

"Fred's dead?" Louis asked

"No. Yes. Not Yet. I don't know." Roxy was becoming more hysterical with every word. I pulled her closer to me and wrapped her in a hug.

"Hey, calm down, okay?" I tried to soothe, "I don't understand what's going on?"

"Oh, James. I'm so scared."

"Roxy, what are you talking about?" Louis asked her as he came to stand beside us. She pulled away slightly. Out of the back pocket of her jeans she pulled out an envelope and handed it to him.

"He made me promise to give you at the burrow this afternoon, but I just need to tell some one."

(Past Fred's POV)

"You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured." I heard the frighteningly cold voice of Voldemort boom through the castle. I looked towards Percy, who's face was set in a firm line.

"I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour."

"Don't you dare give yourself up Harry." I mumbled to myself, before I nudged Percy, "Come on. Lets go." Percy nodded and together we started towards the grand stair case. There were bodies that needed to be found.

"Let's start at the top and work our way down." Percy told me as we climbed.

"Percy, Fred!" a voice called. We turned to find Bill and George making their way towards us.

"You two alright?" Bill asked as he came to halt in front of us, checking for possible damage.

"Yeah, I think so. Almost had a wall fall on top of me earlier, but someone-" and then I was running. I had almost completely forgotten about the stranger who saved me from what I was pretty sure was suppose to be my death.

"Fred! Where are you going?!" George called as I heard him, Bill, and Percy scramble up the stairs behind me.

"7th floor corridor." I called over my shoulder.

"Fred! Wait up!" Bill called, "What's this all about?"

"There was a kid who pushed me out of the way before that wall fell."

"Fred, the guy's probably dead!" Percy told me though I wasn't listening. We were running up the 6thfloor staircase now.

"I don't care. He died saving me and I want to at least get his body if anything."

That made me run faster. If anything, I at least wanted to take his body back to his family and tell them how sorry and how thankful I was for their son's courage and bravery. Once up to the seventh floor, I didn't hesitate to bolt towards the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy.

And then I saw the pile of ruble again and the slight hint of red hair. He was still there.

"Please be alive." I murmured to myself as I stalked over there, seeing the body of my savior. He still looked like I had left him. He laid on his back, his eyes closed, a little blood dripping from his head onto the floor. I knelt next to him and held my fingers to his neck, checking for a pulse. There was none.

I swallowed a sob, "God, I'm so sorry."

"Fred? Why are there two of you?" Bill knelt next to me on one side, George on the other.

"This is the kid who saved you?" George asked. I nodded as I felt tears come to my eyes.

"He doesn't even look of age yet and he's gone." I mumbled as I stared at the body.

"Fred-" George started.

"I know. I thought he was you at first."

"Uh, Fred-"

"But, there are differences see. He's got slightly different cheeks and his nose and chin are a little different to."

"Fred, he's breathing." George told me. And sure enough, as I looked down at the body of the guy, his chest rose and fell, and then rose and fell weakly once more.

He was alive for now and I planned on keeping him that way.

TO BE CONTINUED...

A/N: ( Okay, so here is the third chapter. Personally, I had some trouble writing this chapter, because I was worried about how the reunion of the present twins would sound (that's why I released it today instead of two days ago on Tuesday). I think so far I did okay, but I'm not really sure. Tell me what you all think. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you all for the reviews. I really love reading your comments and advice and I really appreciate the support. So, please, keep it up.

Other news, I released a little companion one-shot for this story called'The Headstone' which you can find on my profile page along with all sorts of other one-shots that really don't have anything to do with this story. Don't forget to check that out, because I think it's pretty awesome.

Again, thank you so much my lovely viewers. I will be back next week with Chapter 4. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Don't forget to R&R! Thanks. S.A.M. )