The two ghost waited at Dumbledores painting laughing and cracking jokes just waiting for him to wake up.
"And then I was like no I am Fred only joking! Honestly women you call yourself our mother!" Fred laughed along with Emma who was dying.
"Your mother is a saint for dealing with you!"
"No she's a Saint for dealing for all of us, all 6." Fred laughed.
Then the two heard a yawn. They looked up to se Dumbledores portrait waking up. "Oh hello, I don't get many visitors." He said
Fred and Emma grinned. "Hello sir. Hope we didn't disturb your nap." Emma says.
"Yes we do."
"Fred!" She scolds him.
The portrait laughs "oh my you two are quite the pair." Then composes him self. "Now what is it you need?"
"Can ghost like us." Emma points to Fred and her. "Leave the castle and two cross over."
"Nothing is impossible when all one needs to do is try." The portrait says.
"Well I'm confused." Fred says to Emma after they were out of earshot.
"What did you expect? It's Dumbledore, love that man but still." Emma says.
"Good thing I understand what he means. I think."
"Ooh do share do share." Fred pesters like a kid. "If ya knock it off I will." She says trying to hold in her laughter.
"I'll only knock it off if you tell me!" Fred backfired. "Well I made the deal first so knock it off!" Emma laughs.
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The Forgotten Girl
FanfictionEveryone knows about the second wizarding war. Eveyone know that's Fred Weasley lost his life. But no body knew that she did too. Emma Summers the same year as the beloved Harry Potter was the forgotten Hufflepuff. Never loved or known which left he...
