The Haunting of Judith Wagner{George Weasley}

Chapter Twenty Eight

"I'm still finding this all rather weird." George admitted from where he sat on his bed.

"Oh you too?" Judith replied.

"Sorry." George said looking down to his feet. "I understand this can't be easy for you either. Is Fred and you-know-who the only ones that have contacted you?"

"So far yes. Well, with the exception of Renna, or I would assume it was Renna. I heard her voice but I never saw her. It could have just been me hearing what I wanted to hear."

"But you see Fred? You can actually see him?"

"Yes. Clear as day."

"What does he look like?" George asked.

"Well for starters, he looks an awful lot like you..." Judith chuckled.

George grinned. "Right, stupid idea."

"I know what you meant, George." she said. "Fred looks like Fred, but it's slightly weird because he's transparent, especially in the light."

"If I wasn't dead, I would take offense to being called transparent." Fred told her.

"And you can hear him? You can hear everything he says?" George continued.

"Yes." Judith answered. "That's how I knew about those childhood memories. Fred shared those with me in hopes that you would believe me."

"I'm sorry I didn't." George replied. "It's just-"

"You don't have to explain and you don't have to apologize, George. This entire situation is completely bonkers. Trust me, I was the first that believed I was going mental."

"I didn't think you were crazy, I thought perhaps you were suffering from some sort of post traumatic situation due to the war."

"Well, it is pretty traumatic seeing dead people and it is post war, so you weren't off."

"But Voldemort...he was actually inside of you?" George whispered.

"Let's rephrase that, shall we?" Fred said.

Judith bit back her smile trying to remain serious for George.

"Yes, he was, but not for long, he just got to me in a weak moment. From the lack of sleep and missing Renna so bloody damn much, he preyed on me in the right moment."

"But you said Fred saved you?"

"Yes, he saved me along with Renna, I just needed to think of positive, happy memories."

"So even in death, Voldemort's weakness is still the same..." George said.

"What's that?" Judith asked confused.

"Love." He and Fred said together.

It seemed every time a Weasley returned to the Burrow and found Judith, she found herself trying her best to convince the Weasley that she was a fraud. Each time she had Fred select a personal memory to share that eventually convinced, while also reducing the Weasley to tears.

Arthur Weasley had near caused Judith to cry as he held onto Judith and allowed himself to cry, while talking to Fred.

He continued to thank her for being there over and over. He was so happy that there was a communication link between Fred and his family.

Judith didn't have the heart to mention that while she had the communication open now, once Fred had completed what he had set to do, he would most likely return back to the other side for good.

Fred would finally be able to rest in peace.

Ron was the most skeptical of the Weasley's and needed much convincing, even after his parents scolded him profusely for being stubborn.

Fred paced back and forth in the kitchen

"He's being a real arse right now." Fred growled as he stopped behind Ron.

"It's not his fault, Fred." Judith sighed.

Ron looked across the way at her with a dirty look. He believed Judith had everyone else fooled including his family and Harry, but he didn't believe, he believed the woman was playing some sort of sick joke on the family.

"I swear if I could just get a swipe at him..." Fred said going to smack the back of Ron's head. 

Suddenly, Ron's hair moved from the swipe causing Judith to gasp.

Everyone in the kitchen froze.

"D-did I do that?" Fred asked looking at his hand in disbelief.

Judith arose slowly and walked over to Ron who was paler than usual and beginning to turn green.

She knelt down before him.

"Believe me now?"

"How did he do that?" George asked later that evening after Ron freaked out and locked himself in his room. Molly and Arthur were still trying to coax him out.

Fred and Judith exchanged looks.

"I-I don't know really." Judith answered. "I'm not familiar the limitations of spirits and what they're able to do. What I noticed was, Fred was going incredibly frustrated with Ron, which made him emotional."

"I was not emotional!" Fred protested but Judith ignored him continuing on.

"He really wanted to knock Ron in the back of the head for being stubborn."

"Okay that part is true." Fred settled.

"So maybe..and just maybe, when a spirit exerts enough of themselves, they are able to touch or move something. Maybe not a lot but just enough to get their point across." she rested her chin in her palm. "Come to think of it, I remember when I was a little girl and something similar happened. A man had come to ask my grandmother to contact his late wife. But when my grandmother did, the woman spirit was furious with her husband. Apparently, she had found him in bed with another woman shortly after her death. Like we're talking days later...she was so angry, and I remember the vase behind Nana breaking."

"So it only works out of anger then?" George asked.

"That may not be fully true." Judith said. "It could just be very strong emotion. Or sheer will power. I don't know, I guess that's something I have to ask Nana..when..."

Her voice trailed off and both the twins frowned.

Suddenly, she felt coolness on one shoulder, where Fred rested his head and warmth on the other where George rested his.

"It's okay Judith." they said.

Judith couldn't help but laugh in the moment.

"What?" George said.

"Even now you two still do everything together."