A/N this is just the opening page, the story begins on the next page. I'll write a quick opening paragragh here.
The Weasley family was gathered in the Great Hall. Fred was laying, motionless, before their feet. He was smiling, as if he'd just been laughing. Ron was kneeling beside his brother, who was just a few years older than himself, crying his eyes out. Harry was standing by the entrance. He couldn't help but feel that it was his fault that Fred had died. He felt all the death that took place during this war was his fault. He knew it wasn't, he just felt it was. He couldn't face the Weasleys right now, so he wrote a quick letter to them, saying he was sorry for Fred's death, and how if he'd never have been known to the wizarding world as 'The Boy Who Lived', Fred would be alive. How, if he'd never have survived the killing curse, none of this happened. Harry walked away, knowing Fred died doing what he loved to do. The ghost of his last laugh would forever be etched on his face.
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Harry Potter and The Return Of Fred Weasley
FanfictionWhat if, nineteen years after Fred's death, the Weasley family was still falling apart? What if, a week after Albus headed off to Hogwarts, Fred, Remus and Tonks turned up again? Back from the dead? Is that even possible? Read to find out.
