George Weasley was still moping.
He was at The Burrow.
Alone.
Without him.
Without his other half.
Molly watched as he suddenly stood up and walked out the Door.
He apparated there and took in its half beauty.
It was still being repaired.
"Fred?" He called.
"Freddie?"
He knew the body wasn't there. But was the spirit - the soul?
George searched the whole castle before looking in the Great Hall. The place he saw Freddie last...
He looked up at the unenchanted ceiling. Clearly they hadn't got round to that.
But he saw a ghostly, translucent figure - the unmistakeable figure of Fred Weasley.
"Fred! Freddie!" George cried.
"George."
"Fred."
"Look. I love you. I wish I could've said it in real life, but now I can't. So I have to say it now. Live life. Get married. Carry on the shop. Have children. But first you carry on like this, you might kill Mum. And I can't forgive you for that. So please, please, live life."
"Freddie, why are you taking like you are going to go somewhere?"
"I...have to go to the afterlife. This ghost life isn't for me, I have to go otherwise I get stuck in This life." Fred told George.
"No...no!"
"Yes."
"George, I love you. Mischief Managed." And Fred, still smiling, flew off into the sky.
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Harry Potter Next Generation Headcanons
FanfictionHarry Potter next generation headcanons - what I think should/will happen. I have read cursed child and will not be using all of the stuff from it; it is just my ideas with also some other people's mixed in there.
