"I use to stargaze with my brother. We would joke that one day we would buy one. Guess I didn't have to buy one after all.."
"Why not?" She laughs and looks at me.
"We are the stars."
~
On May 2nd, 1998; Fred Weasley died while fighting for what he knew was for the best.
On May 3rd, he woke up, surrounded by people, some familiar faces, others not. He knew where he was, but battled and guilt himself for leaving his brother and his family to continue fighting, without him being there. With the help of those he looked up too and the help of Anissa, he struggles to get the routine, and the idea of never being able to live what he had planned for so long.