Meeting Their Death

by BellaBlack1746

We see beloved characters dying, and we presume they move On. A series of OneShots showing, sometimes, the last minutes of life and the first minutes of death. Kplus because I curse and don't always notice. WARNING: This story is SPOILERIFIC (dealing with deaths) and might be SAD at times. Read with caution, but do still read.

3. Fred Weasley

"You're joking, Perce, you're actually joking! I don't think I've heard you joke since—" Fred heard the noise all around him as he was cut off, felt an indescribable pain coming from every direction, and then his vision clouded over and he was gone.

Fred found himself to be lying on the floor of a rundown flat. His head was killing him, and the last thing he could remember was dueling alongside Percy, Ron, Harry, and Hermione.

He could hear footsteps behind him, and sprung up immediately, reaching for his wand—which wasn't there. Fred was startled, and his eyes scanned the room, finally resting on a man who resembled Bill. Fred had no idea who this Bill-look-a-like was, where he was, or what the heck happened to his wand.

"Oi, mister, who are you?" He asked.

The other man smiled slightly. "My name is Fabian. Fabian Prewett, nice to meet—"

Fred interrupted him. "You're JOKING, right? Fabian Prewett—my Uncle Fabian—my mom's brother—he's been dead ages! I must be dreaming!"

Fabian slowly approached him. "No, Fred…you aren't dreaming…you are…you've died."

Fred scoffed. "Now you're just screwing with my head. I can't be dead. Now, where's my wand? I really must get back to the Battle at hand."

Fabian stared at him. It was the kind of look Fred knew Albus Dumbledore to give, the kind that sort of scanned your soul in a very particular sort of way, as though weeding some sort of secret out. It frightened Fred to an extent, and Fabian finally said, "Fred, I know it's hard. It was for me too. But…you've died, mate."

And then there was that look. The same look Fred had seen in his mother time and time again. The look that said, very clearly, that the words of the speaker were true. And that he ought to believe them, or else the consequences that were attached would be very serious.

And that's when Fred knew.

Knew that he wasn't dreaming.

Knew that that really was his dead uncle Fabian.

And he knew he was really dead.

A few minutes passed in an extremely awkward silence. Finally, Fred said, "So where's Georgie's ear, eh? Maybe I can scream some sense into him from this here Afterlife, right?"

I couldn't help it…I needed that bit of comic relief there at the end.