I really couldn't think of a better introduction to going back in time. But we're there, and Fred is alive, and George is a happy Weasley once more!
Don't get too comfy in the happiness, Georgie, I promise it won't last very long. ^^'
Oops foreshadowing in my A/N~~

Leave your thoughts! I'm getting seriously amped while writing these! :)

The world settled down again after a few minutes of nauseating rewinding; funny, really, how long it takes to erase a full year. Everything looked the same, and for the most part, it felt the same - I did feel like I hadn't gone through a war, though, like I hadn't seen families torn apart by Voldemort, even though the memories of the Battle were as vivid as ever.

The night had shifted into day, and I left George on the couch to inspect the rest of the house; Mrs. Weasley had porridge going on the stove, stirring itself as she read a cookbook, and Mr. Weasley read the Daily Prophet, with a Muggle newspaper open on the table in front of him. Ginny sat beside him, falling asleep on her hand as he talked about Muggle politics, occasionally opening her eyes to politely appear interested. The person I was most concerned with seeing sat across from his younger brother, playing a rather dull game of Wizard's chess, and I was never so happy to see Fred's disinterest in the world around him early in the morning. Initial confusion washed away when I got a good look at Fred's shirt - he wore the same god-awful yellowish paisley...disaster the day Mad-Eye brought the remaining members of the Order to discuss his plans to transport Harry to the Burrow without Death Eater interference. It's amazing, really, the things I manage to remember. I thought I heard Fred saying 'I'm so bored I'm considering turning this board into a textbook' when a voice behind me said,

"What the bloody hell is this?"

I turned around to see George, strangely different than I had left him, pointing to the left side of his head, where he had an ear that he shouldn't.

"It's an ear, George."

"Funny. Did you forget that I lost this one in..."

"...in an event that hasn't yet happened?"

He lowered his hand, regarding me with raised eyebrows. "It happened over a year ago. Are you feeling okay?"

I brought George to the bannister where I stood, and he scanned over his family before his eyes locked on his twin; his expression went from confusion to shock to complete and utter euphoria in a matter of seconds.

"Freddie!"

With the unexpected and frankly unnecessary exclamation of his name, Fred started and nearly fell out of his chair; once he regained his composure, he stared back at his copy with a smile a mixture of enthusiasm equal to George' and slight surprise. After all, to Fred, it had only be a few hours since he'd last seen his twin.

"Now why don't the rest of you greet me like that?"

Without wasting another precious second, George flew down the stairs and latched himself onto Fred, who now looked completely confused, hesitantly patting his brother's back. The rest of the Weasleys stared curiously at the two, wondering why George held to Fred like he'd disappear where he sat.

"Are you all right, George?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Mum, I've never felt better."