Someone Take Me Home
“Home, a place where I can go, to take this off my shoulders, someone take me home…”
After walking back into the Burrow, Fred had made it a point to keep close to George, sensing his brother’s shellshock at having him back still running through his veins as they both wandered around the Burrow before stopping at the clock which had all the members of the family on it except Fred until the spoon that had his face charmed itself back onto it, taking its rightful spot next to George, a smile dotting both their faces as they simultaneously glanced at each other and sighed happily before making their way to the dining room where the rest of the family settled in their seats and looked over with grateful yet teary smiles seeing the twins together again as they both settled next to each other and looked at the rest of their family bemused before Ginny broke the silence asking Fred a thousand questions about how he felt being a ghost, making Fred throw his head back with a sincere contagious laugh along with the rest of the Weasley trope as they all took some sips of their drinks and paid attention to Fred’s storytelling, Molly’s eyes roaming to the entire family, seeing them all enthralled with Fred, but stopped at George, seeing him look at Fred so innocently and relieved, her heart swelled as she got up and walked over to him and gave him a hug from behind, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissed the top of his head softly, feeling him lay his hand on both of hers as he took a soft breath before he looked up at her and smiled gently before she joined in on the question making, letting the hours pass them by…
George’s POV
He still couldn’t believe what was going on. Fred was back, but how? And why now, precisely today that marked two years of his death? So many questions flooded his head, his emotions were running on all cylinders, his thoughts all over the place as he tried to rein them back in, trying so hard to focus on the stories Fred was telling them about his time as a ghost, making all sorts of havoc, finding out that Harry’s dad was part of the Marauders, as well as Professor Lupin, Sirius and Peter [the family rat Scabbers], telling Molly about how Lily made sure to keep an eye out for him while also indulging into some pranks, but it was like his voice got farther and farther from him as he tried to make sense of it all looking over at Fred fondly when he felt Molly’s arms wrap around him, as if sensing his struggle, snapping him out of his stupor as he looked up at her and gave her a gentle smile as he fully focused on the stories, his prayers answered as he had Fred back…
End of POV
The family began cleaning up while wiping the tears of laughter from their faces that Fred had caused as they started going to their rooms, but not before each of them hugged Fred tightly, still a little confused but relieved that he was back as Ginny hugged him and looked around noticing that George wasn’t in the Burrow.
“Hey, where’d George go? He was here a second ago” she stated as the rest of the siblings looked around when Fred looked out the window leading to the garden and the headstone as he spotted him there.
“Found him… I’ll be back, I have to talk to him, he’s more quiet than I am, but it’s not like him to be that quiet… how tough was it?” Fred asked them quite curious yet wary of the answer as they all looked at each other softly yet a bit weary as Bill gave him the overall summary of George’s grieving process, pausing at certain times to let the information sink into Fred’s head, seeing how his eyes widened and then saddened the more he listened before nodding and Apparated silently to the garden and took in his twin’s body language, realizing how much not just the war, but how his death changed him, not realizing he was already next to him when he heard George speak to him.
“I thought Mum taught you that it’s rude to stare? But apparently, some things never took quite well” George stated somewhat playfully with a small chuckle, snapping Fred out of his trance as he craned his head up from where he sat, across the headstone before looking back around as the sun began to slowly set.
Fred chuckled quietly but was lost in thought the more he looked at George as he sat down next to his twin and took in the surroundings and looked at his headstone, something that made him realize how short life truly can be and how it can be ripped away at any moment before he looked to his left seeing George side-eyeing him as he smirked.
“Oi, now who’s staring?” Fred stated gently as he placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, keeping his eyes on George, seeing how he looked at his hand on his shoulder, how his throat bobbed as he tried blinking away the fresh tears that threatened to spill out as he took deep breaths to keep his composure. “For the record, I could hear you… That night you sat on the windowsill… And all the other times as well” he said softly hearing George’s breath hitch a little as he saw him tilt his head up, seeing how his eyes were filled with tears begging to be spilled. “It wasn’t your fault, Georgie… I’m sorry” his voice cracked before seeing George’s head hang and shake slightly as his shoulders slumped hearing his quiet sobs before taking him in his arms and rocked him against his chest closing his eyes as his own tears fell down, wetting George’s hair while feeling his arms wrap around his shoulders as they sat there, comforting each other silently as the tears spilled down, no more words exchanged as Fred knew George would tell him everything whenever he was ready in his own way, but for now, he stayed holding his twin in his arms protectively, promising him that he would never have to manage through life alone again…