I would like to dedicate this chapter to my friend Katherine – whom without I would never have gotten the curiosity to read Harry Potter.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot and that little golden butterfly, along with the description of Wizarding Heaven. Although I bet J. K. Rowling's would be cooler.

Fred walked the pristine white hallways, following the golden butterfly as it fluttered along ahead of him. As they turned a corner, they came to a stop at a white painted wooden door. The butterfly vanished with a loud 'pop!' and he knocked on the door before entering. Something he'd picked up a while ago.

"Ahh, Mister Weasley," said Dumbledore, smiling at him as he leaned forward in his seat, resting his elbows against the table and interlocking his fingers, "Nice to see you once again."

"Hi Pr – Dumbledore," he said, catching himself from calling him 'Professor.' The older wizard had constantly reminded him that they were not at Hogwarts, so he really had no reason to be calling him that. It was still hard to drill into his head, but he was getting there.

"Was there something you needed, sir?" he asked. 'Sir' had never been omitted from his Teacher vocabulary.

"Yes, would you please take a seat?" he gestured towards the area in front of the white table, a white chair matching his shooting up from the ground. Fred sat down and looked expectantly at his older headmaster.

"Now, Mister Weasley," he sighed and his eyebrows furrowed a little, looking down at a golden swirl in the table, "As you obviously know, the world down there has been a terrible place."

"Yes," Fred nodded, waiting patiently for him to continue. Patience was another thing he'd picked up there. George would've snorted at him and shook his head for such a thing, but it just can't be helped. And, really, he could literally wait forever anyway, so patience would eventually have to be learned.

"Some things didn't exactly go according to plan," he brushed a few invisible specks off the surface of the table, avoiding looking the redhead in the eyes.

"Yes, sir?" he questioned.

Dumbledore took a deep breath and sighed, finally looking at him a little sadly, "You may return to Earth, with a party of two that can either be living or non, and fix it from the point where you had been sent. And only you and your party will have an recollection of these events, save for those who will have been informed in their latest dream."

"I can go back?" he perked up, grinning at the thought of seeing his family again – pranking with George, laughing with Ginny, picking on little Ron and Prefect Percy, playing with the niece he'd only seen once, hugging Mum and Dad with one that she would certainly approve of. And they wouldn't realize that he'd been gone. He'd have his life back – he'd have everything back once more.

"Yes," he smiled a little, "But I have not been given the task to assign you to which time, so whichever the two beings you chose to be are will need forewarning."

"Sir?" he asked, tilting his head, "What does that mean?"

"It means," he flicked a pencil on the desk, only to have it roll back to him, "That the two of your party will have to die – peacefully, in their sleep – in order to be informed."

He froze. George had already been part of his party of three. But did he want his twin to die? He wouldn't wish that on anyone – except for Bellatrix and Voldemort of course, which he hadn't seen up there at all and probably never would – but George?

"He will feel nothing, Mister Weasley," Dumbledore reassured with a soft smile.

Fred took a deep breath and nodded before bringing his hand to his chin, thinking. George was a given, but who else would be of use? Who else would be able to help with this impossible mission?

"Hermione," he murmured, blinking, "Hermione and George are my group."

Dumbledore nodded before waving his hand over his shoulder so quickly, that Fred thought it was just a twitch. But then the butterfly reappeared and he stood up to follow it, arching an eyebrow at the grandfather-like figure, who only smiled as an answer before he was waved good-bye to.

He followed the butterfly until he reached a set of doors. Pushing on open, his feet touched the soft green grass and his eyes met the light blue sky, clouds filled with other people viewing their loved ones dotting in. On one of those clouds was Lily and James Potter, who always watched their son from above. The butterfly lead him to the golden gate before vanishing once more with the 'pop!' Fred frowned, pushing it open and standing there.

What was he going to do?

He heard two gasps before a female voice asked "George?" and a male one – the one that made his stomach flop in excitement – not that Hermione's didn't, it was just that she wasn't his twin – asked "Hermione?"

"George! Hermione!" Fred cheered from his spot just outside the gate. George's gaze met his and his mouth dropped open before it fitted with a grin, rushing towards him to envelope him in a hug. Fred laughed and hug him just as forcefully before pulling away and grinning at Hermione. He reached over and pulled her into the hug as well, feeling the need to hug his adopted sister.

"Merlin, you two look great!" he said as he pulled back once more, looking over the two. George's hair was mussed up, his most recent Weasley sweater wrinkled and the collar of his white t-shirt poking through a little at the top. There were a few unidentifiable stains on his jeans, white Converse appearing on his once socked feet. His missing ear had been returned to him, whether he knew it or not. Hermione's hair was pulled into a haphazard ponytail, slipping down her back. She had on a white tank top underneath an overly large periwinkle colored sweater – which was slipping a little off her shoulder and trying to swallow her hand – her dark skinny jeans a little wrinkled but otherwise perfect, grey Converse adorning her own feet.

George and Hermione exchanged glances but said nothing. He looked too happy to see them for them to tell him that they, in fact, looked terrible, seeing as they had both felt the desperate need to fall asleep on their respective couches.

"C'mon – there's a lot of explaining to do," Fred told them as he opened the gate for them.

"We're dead? Just like that, dead?" George asked as he and Hermione gaped at Dumbledore. "I mean, I get it, we'd have to be dead to see you and Fred, but we're so young! Who will believe this? There'd be investigations, not to mention how much this will hurt our families! We just lost Fred – do you think they'd really be happy to see that they lost the other twin?"

"George, calm down," Hermione soothed, rubbing his shoulder, "There has to be a reasonable explanation for this. Right, Professor?"

"Yes, Miss Granger. And, while we are outside of Hogwarts, I would take great delight if you would kindly call me 'Dumbledore' or 'Albus,'" he told her, not unkindly.

"Yes…Albus," she winced a little at the name. It sounded weird on her tongue.

"Well, now…as you have observed, the world has been in great stress for many years. This was not originally planned. So, you and the two Mister Weasleys are going to be sent back to fix what went wrong. You may stay if you wish if you complete the mission – but if you fail, you will return here. Fred has chosen both of you to accompany him on his 'return trip,' if you will."

"Better have," George smirked over at his twin, "I am your twin, after all."

"Uhh, Fred?" Hermione questioned, "Why did you pick me?"

Fred blinked at her before snorting, rolling his blue eyes at her, "Hermione. Honestly! You are the brightest witch of our age and an amazing fighter! Of course I would pick you!"

"You could've picked Ginny, or Angelina," she reminded him.

"Ginny and Angelina aren't Hermione Granger," George interjected. Hermione blushed at the compliment, sinking lower into her seat.

"And with that, I am afraid that we must say good-bye, until we meet once again," Dumbledore rose, making the rest of them rise too to say farewell to their old Headmaster.

"Good-bye, Dumbledore – it was great seeing you again," George said as he shook his hand.

"Good-bye, sir," Hermione smiled politely before shaking his other hand, "We really missed you down there."

"Thank you, Miss Granger. And I have missed all of you," he smiled kindly at them before finally turning to Fred, "And to you, Mister Weasley, I hope that you shall find happiness once again down on Earth. And to all of you, I must say – I hope to see you once again, although at ages where your own hair is grey and you have sagging skin. Take care."

"Thank you, Professor," the three chorused before walking out of the room and heading down the hall.

They were hardly prepared, however, when there was a loud pop – louder than the butterfly's had been – and the three disappeared, leaving Wizarding Heaven and heading back to Earth, although when and where they did not know.

Although, in Fred and George's case, they didn't quite care. They had their other half back, and couldn't have been happier.

Alright, so, I promise that the Marauders will come in next chapter…or at least Lily or Dumbledore.

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