George was standing on the foggy Hogwarts Quidditch pitch. He couldn't exactly remember how he got there. The last thing he remembered was Roxanne leaving his room in St. Mungo's in what he called it a long time ago in his youth "the old people ward."
He glanced around and saw a beautiful, dark skinned, tall someone standing there. "Angelina," he breathed. She had died three months ago, right before his kids checked him into the old people ward.
"Hey, Georgie," Angelina smiled.
"Angie," he grabbed her round the waist and spun her around and kissed her.
"He's waiting for you, you know," Angelina said when she finished laughing. She was suddenly serious and staring at him with a knowing look.
"Who is?" George asked, his heart beating faster.
"Fred," she said.
"Fred," he echoed. He smiled, knowing that he'd get to see his brother again.
"Your parents, Bill, Fleur, Percy and Audrey are there as well," Angelina said gently.
"Well then what are we waiting for?"
"Nothing, let's go," Angelina laughed. "Where to?"
"Um… er…" George glanced around uncertainly. Angelina laughed again and George sent her an accusatory glance. "Where do you think we have to go?"
She rolled her eyes and pointed to the change room doors ten yards away. "Alright then, let's go."
"Okay," she grinned. "Let's go."