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...

' "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.'

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'"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."'

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'"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.'

Chapter Four

And I Told Them What Happened

(Future George's POV)

"This can't be happening." I muttered as I slid down a nearby wall and pulled my knees to my chest, "This can't be happening. Merlin, this really can't be happening."

"Uh, George? You okay? What's wrong with you?" He was looking at me with worry. Merlin, this isn't real. This can't be real. I felt breaths come in and out in quick pants as my heart hammered against my chest.

Having him back was always a dream that was to far out of reach. It was the wish I always made on a shooting star, on birthday candles, on lucky galleons to have my twin brother, my other half back, but I had accepted that it would never happen almost 18 years ago. And now...

Well, now he was standing in front of me, looking at me with concern.

"George, you need to calm down." Fred told me as he knelt down and put a hand on my shoulder, "You're starting to hyperventilate."

"You're- You're-" I realized he was right my chest was starting to feel tight.

"Hey, just calm down, alright? Look at me and just take some deep breaths. If you don't you're gonna pass out." Fred soothed before he started taking deep breaths, setting a rhythm for me to try and match.

"Just in and out, mate." he instructed as I tried to slow my quick pants. In and out. In and out. In and out.

Once my breathing had slowed and I didn't feel so dizzy, I was able to get out a semi-coherent sentence.

"But you were- and- and we- we buried you. Headstone."

Fred looked confused, "What?" That one word seemed to clear my head. Fred didn't know he had died.

"You were dead. I saw you. I held your body. You were like ice and you had this really creepy kinda smile on your face and your eyes were dead. FRED, YOU WERE DEAD! I BURIED YOU! HOW-?" I was sobbing by now. All of those deep breaths were wasted as I started shaking with sobs. My chest was tightening up and I felt sick.

"George, what are you-" but he didn't get to finish, because right then I keeled over onto my side and started vomiting, right on the floor as I continued to sob. I felt a soft warm hand rubbing calming circles on my back as I started dry heaving after vomiting up the little that was in my stomach.

"Do you want me to call Angie, Georgie?" Fred asked softly, already starting to stand up to leave.

"NO!" I practically yelled in between heaves. I just got Fred back. I didn't want to lose him again so quickly.

"Okay. Okay. How about a healer?" said in the same gentle tone. I shook my head as I was finally able to catch a few breaths. My vomiting spell seemed to becoming to an end.

"Just-" I panted, "Just don't leave me." My voice was weak and shaky. The tears were still flowing from my eyes. Fred was alive!

"I won't. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." Fred told me.

(Normal POV)

I was surrounded by black and silence. There were no other words for it. It was so dark, I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. This darkness was ringing with silence; I couldn't even here my own soft weak breaths or my own heart beat in my ears. I simply seemed to be floating in an empty dark void of nothingness.

That last thing I remembered was thinking that I had done it. I had saved Uncle Fred. Dad got his wish. And then there was more curses flying. Some had hit me; I can't remember which ones though. And then the loud BANG! And then- What? What happened? Was the loud banging noise the reason I was here? Was that it?

And then a thought came to me; Was this death? Was this what it was like to die? Was this what I had to endure for eternity? But deep in the back of my mind somehow, I knew that I wasn't dead. No, I was alive. I was still breathing, I could feel my chest rising and falling and I could feel the air on my lips as I exhaled. No, I was diffidently alive, after all dead people didn't breath.

And then the screaming started and so did the pain. Blood curdling screams of men and women and children rang in my ears with a deafening volume. It felt like my head was being cleaved in two. My eyes were burning and my body was aching. And the screams were getting louder and louder with each breath. And the pain was getting worse and worse. And soon, I felt my voice start in with the others, screaming bloody murder at the top of my lungs as I was engulfed in the pain.

(Roxy's POV)

I had cried myself to sleep last night. I had been a train wreck for the hours before Freddie's departure back into the past. I had been in a state when he came to say goodbye. But those were mild instances compared to the mess I was in when he was gone.

Fred and I were very close growing up. We played together. We worked together. We plotted together. We spent almost everyday together, even up into our Hogwarts years. Though we didn't spend as much time together, we sat together during breakfast, lunch, and dinner and often did homework together in the common room despite our different years. And he always invited me to tag along with him and James and Louis when they went down to Hogsmeade (unless he was on a date with Jenna).

Fred knew about all of my fears and my doubts and he silenced them simply by being there. He was my big brother after all and I knew that he would never let anything bad happen to me.

And after he left, all I could picture was the shell of the person who chased away my fears and made me laugh.

I couldn't picture Fred laughing or smiling. I couldn't picture him happy. I couldn't picture the boy who had a dream to be a professional beater on England's National Mens Qudditch team or the boy who would have his arm around one of my best friend's shoulders as they walked to class, smiling and laughing. I couldn't remember the boy who had made all of the 5th year Slytherins' tea cups bite them every time they tried to touch them.

No, all I could picture was an empty shell of a red haired, freckled boy with bright blue eyes, laying dead on the floor in the middle of Hogwarts. I pictured Fred's eyes wide in fear and his shinning blue orbs dull with the blackness of death. There'd be blood flowing in streams from his body or he'd be crushed to death. There'd be no warm and comforting smile on his face that looked so much like my Dad's.

And I couldn't get the images out of my head as I cried myself to sleep, trying to be semi-quiet so I wouldn't wake my parents.

By this morning, after waking up and worrying myself to the point of feeling ill, I decided that I just had to tell someone. I couldn't keep it to myself anymore. So, I headed to Jenna's thinking that maybe she would be home, but after an hour of flying to her house, her Mum told me that she was out and wouldn't be back for another few hours. So, I flew to Nate's house hoping I could talk to him. Sadly, the same results, but at least his Mum let me use their floo so I wouldn't have to take another long broom ride.

And that's when I had decided to floo over to the shop. Maybe Dad had gone in and if not, well then maybe I could snag Lou away for a few minutes to talk. But, once I got to my Dad's personal office, all I wanted to do was take the picture of the family, sit in Dad's comfy office chair (which Freddie use to love) and sob for the hundredth time that day. Dad, if he was in, must've been down stairs either in the shop or in the lab. I knew he'd have to come up sometime to get something, so I just sat and cried and stared at the family picture of Mum, Dad, Freddie and I all smiling and waving without a care in the world.

And then James and Louis was there and suddenly, I didn't want to talk to Lou as much as I wanted to talk to James, somebody who I really didn't want to have to tell personally before. That had all flown out the window as soon as he made me look into his hazel brown eyes, the same ones that had the same mischievous glint that Fred's had and the same soothing tone as my Dad's.

James had always been more like a second older brother than a cousin to me. He and Louis and Fred had been best friends and partners in crime since birth. James was always around the house or we were always around the Potters'. James worked in the shop with Fred and I since Dad allowed us to. And though James and I were close, we were never as close as he and Fred were and I could never tell him all my troubles and fears like I could tell Louis or Fred.

But now, I wanted to tell him everything and I trusted him to understand, so I handed James the small pale yellow envelope with my Dad's name on it. I knew it would be the only envelope with the full truth written inside. All of the others would say he tried to off himself somehow, and I was dreading having to give the four of the five (keeping the fifth for myself to read) to other people.

James took the letter carefully and glanced up at Louis for a second before tearing open the letter and unfolding it; reading it carefully. Louis came to stand behind him reading over his shoulder. I continued to watch James face as he read. At first it was confused and then it turned to a small smile and then it turned into a face of fearful and worried anger.

"That bastard is gonna get himself killed." James growled with fury.

"What is it talking about going to rescue Uncle Fred?" Louis asked. I looked towards him. He seemed more worried than angry.

"It's a long story, but basically in the Final Battle at Hogwarts, originally Uncle Fred had died. A wall fell on top of him and hit him just right. Dad was so upset. So, Fred came up with the idea to go back and, ya know, change what happened. I don't know the full details, he wouldn't tell me, but that's the gist of it." I sniffled.

"How is he able to do all of these things anyways?" Louis asked, "Time-turners are only issued to those with licenses and are also very rare. How'd he get one?"

I gave Lou the, 'How do you think he got it?' look as James glared at Louis, "He probably nicked it off Ted. But, it doesn't matter about how he nicked it, all that matters is how we are gonna nick the one from my Dad."

TO BE CONTINUED...

A/N: (Okay, so I have had such a busy week this week it isn't even funny. The good thing is next week is Spring Break! Woo Hoo! The bad news, is that my parents are shoving me in a car next to four little kids and are taking us on a vacation to Idaho Falls for three days and my Mom has already vetoed my request to take my laptop with me on the trip. She think I spend to much time on the computer and not enough out in the sun. I tried to reason with her by saying that I would sit outside and use my laptop, but she just laughed and said, "No." anyways. So, I don't know if you all will be getting a chapter next week. I'll try and get one out, but so far, chances are not looking so good sadly. :(

In other news, I just wanted to make a few things clear.

1. J.R. Lewis: I total understand your confusion with all of the different Fred's and George's. It is hard to write myself actually, so to help you and my other readers here is kind of a list of which POV is which.

Normal POV – Fred Weasley II (Freddie)

Future Fred/Future George – Present George for Fred Weasley II, James, Louis, and Roxy

Past Fred / Past George – Fred and George during/directly after the Final Battle has happened.

James' POV – James Sirius Potter (sometimes known as Jamie)

Roxy's POV – Roxanne Weasley (Rox, Roxy)

Louis' POV – Louis Weasley (Lou)

2. Who are Jenna and Nate?

Jenna Dewsnup – Jenna is an OC that I created. She is a muggleborn and she is the same year as Roxy (5th year) and is in Gryffindor house. She is Roxy's best friend and she dates Fred Weasley II. You'll learn more about her as the story continues.

Nate McHenry – Nate is another OC of mine. He is half-blood (his mother is a witch). He is in the same year as Roxy and Jenna (5th year) and he was sorted into Hufflepuff, but he mostly hangs out with the Gryffindors. He is Roxy's boyfriend.

3. Why are Fred/James/Louis/Roxy/etc. not at school?

Okay, so I know that the Final Battle technically ended May 2nd and normally I would be all against anybody changing that...so I'm not. Around April in the Harry Potter books is when a lot of people die (not that there hasn't been a lot of people dying the rest of the year, but I always picture more people dying this time than before), so I thought that since al lot of people lost relatives that McGonagall would give them like two weeks off school before exams to mourn their loved ones and to study for their up coming exams. Kinda weird, but I guess it didn't really cross my mind until later.

I hope that cleared up some of your questions. If you have any more put them in your reviews or PM me and I'll do my best to answer them. I really look forward to your reviews and I really do enjoy reading them so please, please, PLEASE, keep reviewing. It makes me want to write more. Thanks. S.A.M. :))