The spirits arise

Chapter 2

The smell of mollys delicious cooking wafted up to George, as he slept by his doorpost. deciding that he had nothing better to do, he slowly walked down stairs.

"Come here George dear, have some breakfast!"

As his mother loaded a plate with fresh scrambled eggs, spicy sausages and otter delicious stuff, George couldn't help feeling disgusted. how could he sit here and eat like a pig while Fred was... well up there.

"Im going for a quick fly on my broom mum. Ill be back whenever."

George went out back to the broom shed. as he opened the door, he saw boxes and boxes of merchandise. his merchandise. His and Fred's merchandise. he sank down onto his knees and started to look through it. extendable ears. puking pastils. love potions. fainting fancies. thousands of items, most of them were Fred's idea. Fred..... he picks up the cleansweep that was Fred's and shook off the dust and cobwebs. out fell a letter, looking remotely new, and addressed to him. who was this from?! suddenly outraged George was ready to kill whoever was touching his brothers broom. but then he realized, the handwriting, the messy scrawl, Fred had written it. he decided to go back to his room to read it. as he walked down the windy path back to the burrow, he saw a bright orange head. it wasn't Ron. no Ron was at his house. it wasn't ginny, she lived at Harry's after all they are married. It wasn't anyone else except... could it be? No.. but Fred's... gone! but nevertheless it was him!

"FRED!" he shouted desparetly, "FRED! WAIT!"

Fred turned around and said something inaudible and then started to disappear.

"WAIT FRED NO! DONT GO! PLEASE! I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE! FRED!"

"listen to my warning." Fred said and just like that he was gone.

"no... Fred... George broke down crying. as he opened the letter, he let out a shocked gasp, "my dear brother" it read, "i have to warn you..."