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Reunited: Chaper 5Chapter Five: Colour
Dumbledore smiled happily and gestured to the cauldron,
"It happens now and then," he said cheerily. Fred gaped like a dying fish and regained enough composure to speak,
"Prof- Profess- Dumbledore?!" he blurted. Dumbledore smiled and stepped beside him, patting his shoulder,
"Yes Fred. How nice to see you. Although, it is a shame, us being dead and all."
"Yeah," Fred nodded, wide-eyed.
"I suppose you're wondering why I'm here," Dumbledore prodded the cauldron with his foot.
"You're dead too," Fred said, matter-of-factly.
The old man chuckled, "Well yes, there's that. But I meant here in Diagon Alley. This is your area not mine."
"My area?" Fred asked, feeling as out of his depth as always when around the Hogwarts' ex headmaster.
"We all have our areas in here," he gestured around with his wrinkled hands, "Mine is Well its not here. Anyway, I'm here because of that," he pointed a crooked finger at the black cauldron. Fred followed his finger and stared at the
Reunited: Chapter 4Chapter Four: Blurred Vision
"F- Fr- Fred?" George stammered as he stared at the two-eared reflection in the water. For a moment Fred didn't respond, he figured it was George talking to himself once again, but then, as he watched his twin's eyes widen, a glimmer of hope touched his heart. He opened his mouth and gasped,
"Ahh!" George fell back onto his bottom, clutching his mouth. He scrambled forwards again and looked cautiously back into the water, "Is that you Freddie?"
Fred nodded silently, completely awestruck. How could this be happening? Wasn't he dead? If not it was some cruel punishment for all those pranks he used to play. He looked up at George, who remained a strange white figure staring down at him, and longed to be able to touch him, just to hug him and feel his presence. George rubbed his eyes as though to make sure what he was seeing was real and then leaned forward,
"How is this- How are you- Are you okay?!" he held his hand out as if to touch the water but
Reunited: Chapter 3Chapter Three: Glimmer
It was hot outside. Beads of sweat covered Ron's forehead as he scrambled around in the garden, searching for gnomes underneath the bushes. He and Harry had agreed to de-gnome the garden for Mrs. Weasley and she'd convinced George that it would be a good idea for him to help too. It had been almost three months since his twin had left him and George felt no different; his throat still tightened whenever he thought about him and the nightmares still came at night. He was starting to think that this was how it would be from now on, no more happiness or practical jokes, just this. But standing in the garden, helping to get rid of the gnomes like they always did, almost felt normal and, for a few brief moments, he was able to think about something other than the lost half of his soul.
"Look out Harry!" Ron yelled as a fat gnome ran at Harry's skinny legs. Harry turned just a little too late and was knocked to the ground with a thud. Ron laughed and George smiled thin
Reunited: Chapter 2Chapter Two: Through the Looking Glass
Almost three weeks had passed since the battle at Hogwarts. Fred's funeral had been four days after and it had been the worst day of George's life. He'd missed almost everything the pastor had said because he couldn't stop thinking about poor Fred lying in that wooden box, wearing such an awful suit. It was a dull blue colour that his mother had picked out and it was possibly the most revolting thing George had ever clapped eyes on. Certainly not something Fred would have chosen for himself. He'd watched as the coffin was lowered magically into the earth and as it was covered with damp soil until it was no longer visible. George's stomach had churned violently when his father told him it was time to leave but he hadn't protested. He'd simply walked, robot-like, with the rest of his family.
Now, three weeks after the day that changed everything, George, Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron sat around the kitchen table in the Burrow eating what remained o
Reunited: Chapter 1This is my own version of what happens after the final Harry Potter film. (Excluding the future bit) Please enjoy and, if you're like me and refuse to see the twins split up, accept this as the true ending to their story.
Chapter One: Gone
"George. George sweetheart," Molly Weasley touched her son's shoulder and he flinched back from her hand. He was kneeling on the dusty floor, his hands limp at his sides and his head hung low above his dead twin. His face was ashen and his eyes looked as cold and empty as Fred's. Tears had left clean tracks down his otherwise dirty face and they still streamed silently down his cheeks as his eyes stared blankly at the empty shell on the floor.
Most of the people who had been in the Great Hall were making their way back to their homes and families; many had been injured in the fight against the Dark Lord and a few had given their lives to save the ones they loved. Like Fred. Harry had fought valiantly alongside Hermione and Ron and even clumsy,
Same Difference: Chapter 5Chapter Five: Different Perspective
"This is going to be great," George whispered to Fred who smiled in response. They were all walking down a very normal street in the centre of London. The sun was just setting but the city showed no sign of slowing down. People were rushing around with small objects pressed to their ears whilst others were chatting quickly to one another and some were even sitting on the side of the path, in shop doorways. One had asked Mr. Weasley if he had any spare change to which he'd given a long-winded explanation. The Weasley's looked pretty odd walking down the street in their strange clothes, carrying their unusual bags. They weren't wearing their robes or anything like that but they weren't exactly in jeans and t-shirts either. Hermione and Harry, however, had opted for less conspicuous outfits. They'd also offered to pay for the meal, with a huge protest from Mrs. Weasley who had to give in eventually after realising she had no muggle money.
A young boy an
Same Difference: Chapter 4Chapter Four: Ginny Sitting
Fred and George stared at the empty fireplace where their family had been just moments before. They looked at one another and grinned from ear to ear,
"So, where'dya think Dad put the keys to that muggle bike?" asked George.
"I don't know," replied Fred, "But we've got plenty of time to find out!"
They started in the kitchen; they opened drawers, looked in cupboards, behind books and mugs and in cauldrons but there were no keys. Fred raised one eyebrow, "Living room?"
"Living room," George nodded. Cushions were strewn about the room as the twins searched manically. Fred managed to knock an ornament off the mantle piece and it smashed loudly against the stone hearth, pieces of porcelain flew off in every direction. He cleaned it up as best he could and continued searching.
After almost an hour the boys slumped onto the couch in the living room. It felt like they'd looked everywhere, the only place left to look was their parents' room and the door was locked w
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