George Weasley X Reader (Harry Potter) Fred Weasley X Reader

How it all ends

Y/n P.O.V.

I stared at Dumbledore, keeping my voice level. "So what you're telling me is that I cannot return to the future."

"Yes," Dumbledore clasped his hands together. 

"You're also telling me that I imprinted on Max's body and the golden eyes are like- my ghost signature." I floated uncertainly in the room. A slight breeze blew in through his window, pushing me back. 

"Yes," Dumbledore said, standing up. He closed the window and returned to his previous position. He was oddly calm about this entire situation. "That's not the end of it though. You cannot use ANY other bodies because your spirit has already imprinted on Max." 

I shook my head, my hair floating and swirling around me. "Can I ever go back to my body?" I asked quietly. 

Dumbledore shook his head. "Your spirit has imprinted on Max's body. You cannot enter any other bodies without repercussions. If you enter any other vessels, you will have a maximum of 30 seconds before your spirit spontaneously combusts and you disappear from existence entirely."

I sighed, bringing a ghostly hand through my hair. Without trying, I tilted forward, my butt now facing Dumbledore. Max sat below me, looking at the ground. 

"Y/n, you are to stay near Max. You are to stay out of sight of your old self. If you were to see yourself, the younger- still alive- you would see their own death- and thus immediately become able to see Thestrals. Max has graciously decided to allow you to use his body on occasion for your purposes. I must warn you though, every time you use his body, you shorten your ghostly lifespan. Disembodied spirits typically only last 4 years without the use of a vessel. Using Max will take at least a year off your life." Dumbledore pinched the brim of his nose. He sighed deeply. "I'm sorry we cannot change this. Perhaps the letters you will write will influence your younger-self to make different decisions and change the course of your future."

I sighed, looking down at the boy below me. He looked frightened. I floated down to him. "Hey, sorry about this whole mess. I can stay in the shadows, you know, ninja style, if you don't want your friends to know." 

He laughed slightly, looking at the floor. "Ghost style, you mean. You can barely float, much less be a ninja. Besides, it doesn't matter. I have no friends. My entire house hates me. They think I was sorted wrong." 

I looked at the boy. He was completely different from the Maxwell I had come to know over the last year. Maybe I could become his friend and give him a confidence boost. "Well then, Max, I'll be your first friend here!" I exclaimed, tumbling in multiple flips. "If I can ever control where my ghostly body goes." 

Max laughed. "Do you want your scarf back?" 

I shook my head. "I pass right through it. Keep it. It'll be easier for me to find you! Think of it as a gift from your first friend!" 

Max tucked his head into the scarf, looking shy. "Um, thanks, Y/n. I look forward to getting to know you over the next few years." 

Ok back to the past- or is it the future? Um, we're going back to the moment you disappeared after touching the time turner and switching perspectives.  

Fred P.O.V.

"Y/n?" I asked, taking a step toward the limp body. 

"Fred, the Y/n look-alike-ghost is still here," George warned. I looked at Max. Above him floated a very vague ghost. She resembled Y/n in every aspect. She was Y/n.

"Y/n, you should get back to your body." George knelt next to Y/n's limp form. Ghost Y/n shook her head. 

Her voice was faint as she spoke. "Fred- I can't go back to that body. I am Y/n, but not the Y/n you know. That hasn't been my body for years."

 I shook my head at her, not understanding. Tears formed in my eyes. "If you're not Y/n, who are you? Why do you look like her?"

"I- Fred, Y/n was sent 3 years into the past. She's gone, Fred. This is the last time you'll see her. 

George began shaking Y/n. "Come back to me, Y/n! You need to come back to me!" He looked at the ghost in furiousness. "Go inter her body! Bring her back!" 

Dumbledore walked into the room, his eyes downcast in sorrow. "Oh, how we've tried to stop this day, Y/n." He glanced at the ghost. She sighed deeply. 

"Dumbledore, I'm going to fade in a few minutes. My spirit has held on this long. I'm afraid it can't hold on any longer." She said quietly. She looked at Dumbledore, her eyes pleading. "You know what to do."

She floated to Y/n's body. Fred and I looked at her in disbelief. If she was Y/n, but wasn't Y/n, why was she about to enter Y/n's body? She touched the body, her entire ghostly figure shaking. The body seemed to pull her inside like a black hole. Y/n's body sat up, eyes opening. She blinked at George and me, pulling us into a giant hug. 

"You have no idea how long I've waited to pull you two into a hug." She whispered in our ears. She lingered in the hug, examining our faces. "Fred, I love you. George, I love you. Gosh, I love you both." 

A small white orb lifted from Y/n's body. Y/n returned to her limp state. The body's lips were pale, skin sunken in slightly. George cradled her head in his hand. I pulled her hand into my own. It was strangely cold. The orb spun lazily a few moments. Dumbledore Grabbed George and I roughly by the shoulder. He pulled us fiercely away from Y/n. I scrambled forward, wanting to touch her. I needed to be near her. A loud pop resounding in the room. My insides felt as if they were being sucked through a straw. Suddenly, we were in Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore swiftly disappeared, immediately returning with Max. 

A loud explosion violently rocked the school. Pictures fell from the walls, books falling from shelves. 

"Y/n," George and I voiced our concern. We looked at Dumbledore. "We need to go back. She is still back there!" 

Dumbledore shook his head, waving his wand. All doors and windows slammed shut, locking into place."No. She didn't want you to see her body." 

I ran towards the door, hurling my shoulder into it. I bounced off, the door unharmed. George joined me, running at the door. 

"You monster! You should have saved her!" George yelled, staring at Dumbledore with seething hatred. "She was alive!" 

"NO! She was possessed by her own spirit! She was not alive! She gave her last moments to tell you two that she loved you! She's dead!" Dumbledore roared. His face was red and angry. 

"No," I half sobbed, leaning against the door. George stood protectively over me. 

"DAMMIT DUMBLEDORE! YOU SHOULD HAVE SAVED HER!" George roared. Our eyes fell on Max, his form huddled in a corner. "You! Max! This is your fault!"

"Yes! This is my fault! Y/n was dying! Didn't you see how pale she was? She needed her body! She needed her own vessel! I just wanted my best friend to get her body back," Max started out loud, his voice lowering as he spoke. A fat tear rolled down his face. "Y/n was my best friend. I thought- I thought that maybe if we could get her a body- her own body- maybe it'd all be OK. She'd become whole again. I thought- well maybe- I thought that I'd be able to keep my friend from those three long years. I thought that maybe if she got a body and I'd actually be able to hold her. I just- I just wanted my friend."

Dumbledore stood between us. Perhaps he was protecting us. Perhaps he was protecting Max. Perhaps we'll never know. But what we did know was that we were mad. Seething anger pulsed through our veins. A chunk seemed to be missing from our hearts. Breathing became as difficult as a tripple backflip. 

Somehow in the depths of our hearts, we knew Y/n wasn't coming back.