i miss george so much!

Aftermath [Ghost Fred Weasley x Reader]

Requests are OPEN!

I was very sad whilst writing this, it broke my heart because I realised how much I loved Fred’s character. I tried writing this one in a different style so you can see how their friendship progressed I guess. I hope you enjoy :)

Request: “Request for a fred, post war, ghost fic with the reader become friends with him years after the battle of Hogwarts?” - anon


day one

The quiet girl traveled to the Transfiguration Courtyard, her favourite part of Hogwarts Castle. Most people were too scared to travel through there, because it was the most haunted area of the castle- many deaths happened there during the Battle of Hogwarts, twenty years ago. Y/N loved this; she had taken an interest in the ghosts of Hogwarts castle, and she was friends with many of the younger ones who had sacrificed themselves for Harry Potter.

She shared a small conversation with Colin Creevy, and smiled at his observations of the new students of Hogwarts. She glanced around the courtyard, pointing to a tall man who was roaming around, quite a sad look on his face, unlike the other ghosts who roamed the courtyard.

“Colin, who’s that?” she asked, discretely pointing to the man. 

“That, Y/N, is Fred Weasley.”

day thirteen

Y/N made her way back to the courtyard, not seeing Colin sat in his usual place. A frown rested on her face for Colin wasn’t one to roam around.

“Looking for somebody?”

The sudden voice made the girl jump. She turned to see the man who Colin had said was Fred. She smiled.

“You’re Fred, aren’t you? Fred Weasley.”

“Yep, that’s me. Who are you?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. It’s lovely to meet you, Fred,” a large, genuine smile was on her face. Fred looked at her and sighed.

“What business do you have here?”

“Oh, I was just looking for Colin. I’m sorry, I’ll go.”

She left, and Fred became even sadder. The only real person he’d spoken to in over twenty years had just left. He hoped she came back.

day fourteen

“Freddie!” the quiet girl appeared behind the ghost of Fred. It made him a tiny bit happier, that she had returned despite his rudeness the day before.

“Hello, Y/N. To what do I owe this pleasure?” Fred followed the girl to the bench and sat next to her. He noticed the puking pastilles in her pocket and he got a headache from it. His past, his wonderful, happy past.

“I just wanted to come here; it’s my favourite part of the castle, you know.”

“I didn’t know, that’s cool. Why is it your favourite place?” He was very intrigued as to why somebody would like the scary, haunted part more than anywhere else.

“I just think it has an interesting history. Many of the people who roam here died in the Second Wizarding War, and honestly I’m so thankful for everybody here. Imagine what it would have been like if that Voldemort had won.” A shudder fell down her spine, and Fred nodded. taking all of that in.

“It’s nothing you should concern yourself with. It happened a long time ago now.”

“Fred, I am sixteen in the summer. That means it only happened five years before I was born, it’s definitely something I should worry about.” But Fred was gone, she didn’t know why, but he had left.

day fifteen

“Back again, Y/N?” Fred chuckled as he saw the girl sat by herself on the bench. She nodded, an eager smile on her face. 

“Where did you go yesterday, Fred?” A sigh left his lips as he looked at the girl sat to his right.

“Just, talking about it all hurts. I left everything that night. I lost my mum and dad, I lost all my siblings, I lost my twin. George. He was amazing, I spent every second with him and I loved him to pieces.”

“I’m sure he says the same thing about you, Fred,” she smiled, placing a hand just above where his back would rest. She didn’t want to be rude and put her hand through the man, she she kept it where it was.

“Yeah, but his last memory of me was my death. I was there, you know, when they found me. I watched, and his screams and cries, all of their cries, it killed me.” He stared into the distance, and she looked closely at him. “I miss them so much, especially George. We both had it rough that year. He had his ear blown off, I died.” 

A sympathetic look spread across Y/N’s face. “I’m sure they miss you equally as much, Fred. You’re a good person. They must honour you, you died for such a good cause, because of your sacrifice, many other wizards and witches can live a long, happy life, not in fear. That’s because of you!”

“That doesn’t stop it hurting,Y/N. Besides, they’ve probably forgotten all about me now, it’s been twenty years.”

day thirty five

“Fred! I brought you a surprise! Sorry for not visiting lately, I’ve been preparing this for you, and it took me a lot of hard work!” she ran up to the ghost, a large smile spread across her face.

“What is it, Y/N?” he asked, confusion spreading across his face. She nodded her head over to the doorway, and there he saw George.

“George?” Fred’s ghost ran over to him, wrapping his transparent arms around his twin brother. Tears were spilling from George’s eyes as he was finally reunited with his twin brother.

“Hey, Freddie,” he whispered in a soft voice. “How have you been?”

“Lonely, Georgie. I have to say, the years have not been pleasant to you,” he grinned at his brother’s frown lines and his ginger mustache. George laughed, shaking his head.

“Twenty years you haven’t seen me and you insult me the second you greet me,” he laughed, wiping the tears from his face. “God, I’ve missed you so much.”

Y/N smiled, watching the two brothers talk as she slowly stepped out of the courtyard. She skipped away and to her next lesson, a happy feeling inside of her as she knew she had done something amazing.

day forty

“Y/N! I can’t ever repay you for what you did the other day,” Fred wrapped his ghost arms around the girl, a huge smile on his face as he did. She had never seen him this happy.

“You don’t need to repay me, Freddie! It helped the both of you, and I’m so happy that I could make a small difference to the two of you. Besides, George told me a bit about you. Apparently, you were a bit of a troublemaker when you were at Hogwarts?” She folded her arms, raising an eyebrow at him. He nodded, a small laugh leaving his lips.

“Yeah, George and I used to love messing with people, especially Filch.”

“Then why are you lingering here? Let’s get messing with Filch! C’mon, I have an idea.”

day seventy five

Fred had waited for Y/N to turn up many days afterwards, yet she never came. He was confused as to what was keeping her, but decided not to press any further. He was curious, however, so he headed to the Y/H Common Room and hid well.

She walked in, arguing with a boy who looked like he was in a different year to herself. 

“You’re embarrassing to me! You have no friends and you sit with the ghosts at every opportunity you get! Don’t you understand what people are saying to me?” Fred understood, he was her brother.

“No offence, Greg, but I really don’t care. I’m friends with the ghosts, they’re more my kind of people. Everybody else here, they’re different to me.”

“They’re not people, Y/N! They’re ghosts!”

“They are people, Greg! You won’t keep me away from them any longer, I don’t care about how embarrassed you are of me! I’ll be writing to mum and dad.”

Fred left, he didn’t want to hear anymore. It annoyed him that her brother was like that to her.

day eighty

“Fred, hello,” it was the nighttime and he knew she wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Hello stranger,” he grinned, ruffling her hair. She chuckled, tying it back into a hair tie. “How’ve you been?”

She rolled her eyes. “Terrible. My brother is such an arse.” Fred wanted to agree but didn’t want to seem like a stalker.

“What happened?”

She explained to him everything that he had said to her about the ghosts and how he had stopped her from coming to visit him, and that she had to sneak out to visit him. He was angry but also happy that she still found a way to come and find a way to see him.

day ninety

Fred was so happy that he finally found a friend. Y/N learned that Colin had been taken to the afterlife, he had found what he longed for and not even his ghost remained. He hated seeing her sad, because she was his best friend. 

day ninety nine

Fred was the happiest he had been in twenty years.

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OKAY I’M BACK AND THIS TIME TO STAY (ALIVE). Actually I hope I have time to do more Hamilton stuff because well… it’s hamiltunes. Hope you like this one! It has dumb captions on it :P

(and GOSH i’m still over the top about the 4k notes on the cabinet battle one!! THANK YALL SO MUCH) 

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