A story! A fandom post!
The ending of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows made me... kinda upset. I mean, it made everyone cry, didn't it? I'm a documentary filmmaker specifically because I suck at writing fiction. Nonetheless, I wrote this story. Based on events in the story, so don't read it unless you want spoilers!
Fred Weasley stood up and rubbed his head. His first thought was, Where's George?
His twin was nowhere in sight. Come to think of it... where was he? He looked around. He seemed to be in the middle of some sort of fog, and tried to make out the different shapes around him. "George?" he yelled. "GEORGE?"
There was no answer still.
He walked a few steps, still looking around, until he came upon an oddly familiar sight - a turquoise, somewhat battered, Ford Anglia. "Hey," he whispered, patting the front of the car. "What are you doing here?"
It didn't answer. It was, after all, a car.
As he stared at it, he began to realize that it wasn't quite... solid. Come to think of it, neither was he. "I'm dead," he muttered to himself. "No, that can't be right. Where the fuck is George?"
The car was humming softly, and looked as though it wanted to move. Fred turned away from it, shaking his head. He knew, somehow, that he couldn't go into the car. Not without George. It was as though somehow, by entering the car, he'd leave George, and the two wouldn't be reunited for a long time. He had no logical basis for that line of thought, but he couldn't help thinking it all the same.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to the car. "I can't."
His covered his hand with his face and tried not to cry, even though no one would have seen him. And then... he heard sounds. Footsteps. Sobbing. He looked around.
And walking alone was his twin. Fred moved over to him, not quite walking... gliding, maybe. "George?"
George looked up, his face streaked with tears. "Fred!"
Fred tried to think of some joke, some clever remark to lighten the situation. "So... I'm dead."
"So is You-Know-Who."
Fred grinned. "So I died heroically, then?"
George glared at him. "If you weren't dead already, I'd kill you."
"That's what they all say. So isn't there supposed to be some sort of celebration going on?"
"Yeah... in the Great Hall. Everyone will be surprised to see you, of course. Maybe you should come in through a wall... I can't believe you're here..."
Fred glanced at him as they walked down the hall. "And leave you all alone? I could never."
Fred Weasley stood up and rubbed his head. His first thought was, Where's George?
His twin was nowhere in sight. Come to think of it... where was he? He looked around. He seemed to be in the middle of some sort of fog, and tried to make out the different shapes around him. "George?" he yelled. "GEORGE?"
There was no answer still.
He walked a few steps, still looking around, until he came upon an oddly familiar sight - a turquoise, somewhat battered, Ford Anglia. "Hey," he whispered, patting the front of the car. "What are you doing here?"
It didn't answer. It was, after all, a car.
As he stared at it, he began to realize that it wasn't quite... solid. Come to think of it, neither was he. "I'm dead," he muttered to himself. "No, that can't be right. Where the fuck is George?"
The car was humming softly, and looked as though it wanted to move. Fred turned away from it, shaking his head. He knew, somehow, that he couldn't go into the car. Not without George. It was as though somehow, by entering the car, he'd leave George, and the two wouldn't be reunited for a long time. He had no logical basis for that line of thought, but he couldn't help thinking it all the same.
"I'm sorry," he whispered to the car. "I can't."
His covered his hand with his face and tried not to cry, even though no one would have seen him. And then... he heard sounds. Footsteps. Sobbing. He looked around.
And walking alone was his twin. Fred moved over to him, not quite walking... gliding, maybe. "George?"
George looked up, his face streaked with tears. "Fred!"
Fred tried to think of some joke, some clever remark to lighten the situation. "So... I'm dead."
"So is You-Know-Who."
Fred grinned. "So I died heroically, then?"
George glared at him. "If you weren't dead already, I'd kill you."
"That's what they all say. So isn't there supposed to be some sort of celebration going on?"
"Yeah... in the Great Hall. Everyone will be surprised to see you, of course. Maybe you should come in through a wall... I can't believe you're here..."
Fred glanced at him as they walked down the hall. "And leave you all alone? I could never."