The True Fourth Marauder
Fred groggily opened his eyes. The last thing he remembered was a spell being shot at him and the wall crumbling down. Looking around, he noticed he was in a white room, filled with mist. Why wasn't he at Hogwarts? What had happened? And why he didn't hurt at all? "Hello?" he called out, wondering if there was anyone there to answer him. Silence greeted him.
He pulled himself upright, looking around. "Hello?" he called out again. Where in Merlin's name was he? Looking down, he realized he was dressed in his best suit. Fred was starting to get a bit creeped out.
"If this is some idea of a prank guys, I'm not impressed!" he shouted.
Still, there was silence.
Fred chewed on his bottom lip, and started walking forward. Maybe if he got out of the mist he'd be able to see where he was.
After what felt like hours later, Fred sat down on the floor. He had been walking for ages; why hadn't h found anyone?
"This is just bizarre," he said to himself.
"Yeah, it is," a voice rang out.
Fred turned his head. "Remus?" he asked, surprised to see him there in the mist. "Finally, a familiar face!" He stood, walking over to him.
A flicker of pain crossed Remus' face. "Fred," he said sadly.
Fred didn't hear him. "We should go find the others, maybe if we keep walking, we'll run into him." He started to move forward, stopping when he realized Remus wasn't following him. "What's wrong?"
"Fred, do you know what happened?" Remus asked carefully, gauging his reaction.
Fred shrugged. "I remember the battle, but that's about it. I think we should find the others though…"
Remus sighed. "We won't find them," he whispered, "at least I hope we don't."
"What do you mean?" Fred asked warily. Why was Remus acting so strange?
"Fred, I was hit by the killing curse," Remus said.
Fred was frozen. "What? What do you mean?"
Remus took a deep breath. "Bellatrix killed me Fred. I'm dead, and-"
"No, no, no," Fred said, slowly backing away. "I'm not- you're saying that I'm dead? No, no way Remus."
"Fred, it must be true. There was no way I survived the curse."
Fred shook his head. "No, it's not possible. I can't be dead! There's so much I haven't done yet!"
"It'll be okay Fred," Remus tried to tell him.
"No!" Fred screamed, "You're wrong! You're wrong Remus, you'll see."
"He's not wrong Fred," another voice chimed in.
Turning, he saw Sirius standing there. And besides him was another man. One that was a sitting image of Harry. Or Harry was a spitting image of him.
"No," he whispered, shaking his head in denial.
"It's all right Fred, it'll hurt for a bit, but it'll get easier," Sirius said, stepping forward.
The other man stepped forward. He stuck his hand out towards Fred. "I've heard so much about you, a prankster eh?"
Fred grinned, shaking James' hand. "The map was brilliant mate."
"Thanks, it was a team effort really," James replied, glancing at the other two. "Well Fred, it seems we need a fourth man, and you're just in time."
Fred took a deep breath. It was time for him to leave his old life behind. "I'd be honored," he said, dipping into a little bow.
"Wonderful," Sirius said, clapping Fred on the back.
The four of them walked into the mist, the Marauder's finally united at last.
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