A/N: So this idea actually came to K15, but she didn't want to do, and I wanted to do something less depressing. So I was hoping this would suffice. I do requests in case you're curious. Enjoy the fic and don't forget to review. Thank you. ZutaraFWHG4eva

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter; all characters belong to the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling.

Summary: They thought he was dead; they thought he was murdered. Every Weasley, Potter, Granger, the Professors at Hogwarts, friends, family from Molly's side saw him buried under ground. So what happens when Fredrick Gideon Weasley returns two years later?

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Two years, two long years of going in and out of depression. George thought he would never find himself this far, still alive and still running the shop that him and his twin were working on. Everything was still fresh in his head. When they were gathering up the dead bodies before Harry's final moments with Lord Voldemort. He never thought he would see his twin inner mixed with the mangled bodies.

George had secluded himself from the world. He wouldn't talk to his friends; Lee was even working at the shop now to help out George with things (Ron's idea). Katie had started to date Ron, though not for longer than three or four months. Oliver even started to send free tickets Puddlemere United Quidditch games. It was almost impossible for George to be social during the first year of missing his twin.

The second year was a lot better. He went on dates, went to the pub with his friends and laughed at some of Oliver's jokes. He even created some of the best joke items, like the Dismembering potion, during that year. Everyone was glad to see George Fabian Weasley laughing and being himself again.

George now found himself standing in front of his twin's grave once again. It wasn't the first or second time that he'd went to Fred's grave. It was like the nine-hundredth time in the past two years, if not more than that. A few times he would see a hooded figure sometimes hovering over there and find fresh flowers on the grave. It was a nice gesture, but it left George wondering how the mysterious character knew his brother.

Two years had passed since Voldemort's defeat. Harry was dating Ginny freely for the second year and counting every day that his scar wasn't hurting. The Ministry had been going great; Kingsley was the best Minster of Magic that anyone had seen in a long time. Even Ron and Hermione were becoming great in their line of work.

Ron had joined Harry in training to become an Auror. They were working on becoming great in the world. Sadly they had to take their N.E.W.Ts, which Ron had thrown a fit over. Hermione wasn't nearly as depressed when told she had to take the N.E.W.Ts for entering the Ministry of Magic. She had entered into the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, which was almost expected with her work with S.P.E.W. during her fourth year and up.

Ginny had joined the Hollyhead Harpies, and George hadn't missed a single match that she was in. She was always sending her family free tickets. And needless to say the matches were good now that she was on the team. Not that they weren't good before, its just Ginny added something more, spunk if you will.

Percy still worked at the ministry, but not until four or five months after Fred's death. He was just as depressed as George when it came to Fred missing from pictures. Fred seemed to hold Percy together, but now that he was gone Percy was a mess, literally.

George held on day after day. He hoped that Fred was happy, because something told him the Final Battle was good to his brother. He didn't have to deal with a lot of the things that were going on in the world. Molly was practically planning Harry and Ginny's wedding, and Charlie was going to get married to someone in Romania and Molly was going nuts.

George was calmer than normal. He joked around and laughed and had fun, but he wasn't like he was while Fred was living. Two years without his brother had changed him. George was missing his twin, his partner in crime, his teammate, his best friend, and most importantly George was missing his number one fan. It was really hard on that person.

"What are you doing?" a deep voice asked.

"It's been two years since my brother died, and I want to pay him respects. Today has been the day," answered George.

"George Weasley, the sole owner of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?"

George turned around and came face to face with the hooded figure. He had seen him many times before but was unable to talk to him. Every time the only Weasley twin had tried the figure had Disapparated.

"The one and only." He laughed. "Can I help you?"

"Can you bring me to Harry, Hermione and home?" The hooded figure asked.

"Excuse me?"

"Can you bring me home brother?"

"Do I know you?" George asked. "Because all my brothers are somewhere else, like at the Burrow. Or in Fred's case six feet underground."

"C'mon Gred, you don't recognize your Forge?"

George took a step closer. "Take off your hood, Forge."

Forge flipped back his hood. His vivid red hair was now a darker red, from mud and such. His eyes were still the same color, a bright blue-green. However, he did have a scar right across his right cheek.

"Oh. My. God." And George passed out.

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A/N: Please review. Thank you. ZutaraFWHG4eva