Fred Weasley felt the world come crushing down around him, the ground was shaking and everything around him was burning to the ground and the last thing he remembered was his older brother joking as he duelled. He had always made fun of Percy for being the stuck up one, for once he had let it go and Fred had to let it go, too. He felt his body become too heavy to carry and he slowly let it all go.
Fred opened his eyes to an unfamiliar place, he was staring at the ceiling but he had no idea what he was seeing. Then a strong set of hands gripped him and before he pulled him up he whispered “Ready, Freddie?” and he was standing but he could swear he just.. died. Fred turned around to see who it was that helped him stand up and was hit by the man’s striking resemblance to his mother. There was not one but two of this guy and he had heard about them from Bill and his mother.
“Fabian and Gideon Prewett?”
“Exactly” they answered simultaneously and Fred suddenly thought about his own other half that liked to talk at the same time as he did. “George!”
“He’s alright Freddie, he is alright” said one of the twins as he put his hands on Fred’s shoulders.
“Where the bloody hell am I?”
“Welcome to afterlife,” revealed one of the twins, Fred still had no idea which was which. He felt his heart clench at the thought of his mother not being able to tell him and George apart and how it must have been an awful reminder of her little brothers, everyday. Fabian and Gideon had the same structure as Molly but Fred could swear he could see George’s eyes looking at him.
“I’m Fabian,” said the slightly thinner twin as he extended an hand. Fred didn’t need to shake hands he needed hugs, firm ones at that. So he just ignored Fabian’s hand as he hugged the man who was unmistakably his uncle that he never got the fortune to meet.
“Alright, buddy” laughed Fabian as he hugged Fred back.
“And that makes you Gideon” Fred said as he pulled away from Fabian and launched himself on Gideon.
“Oh, he’s a smart one” teased Gideon as he patted Fred on the back softly.
“It is an honour to meet you. Mom mentioned you and Mad-Eye talked about with so much pride–” Fred took a deep breath, he must be here too. The fallen warrior. “He is here isn’t he? Mad-Eye?”
“Of course he is ickle Freddie, he is with Dumbledore” replied Gideon as he pointed to Fred’s former Headmaster, who looked younger than he did his last year.
“Mad-Eye always told us how it took five Death Eaters to, umm–”
“It was seven, but who’s counting?” joked Gideon as he winked and Fred felt a shiver down his spine. How was it that even the way they talked was so reminiscent of George even though they have never met them?
“Why am I here?”
“We are not sure ourselves, we think it is because we all have something in common and we all have something we’ve left behind, something we are not ready to let go of yet,” explained Fabian. “We weren’t ready to let go of Molly just yet then she started popping all of you out one right after the other and now we stay for the fun of it.”
“Not that there has been anything remotely fun ever since Cedric arrived,” interrupted Gideon, his eyes focused on something Fred couldn’t see. “We are so proud of you Freddie but you know, the good die young.”
Fred remembered the day Cedric left his now older life very clearly, nothing had been the same. He remembered the kind face of the Hogwarts Champion and the way Harry held on to him as they reappeared in the middle of the Quidditch pitch.
“We want you to meet some people here if that’s alright, looks like we will be together for a while now” suggested Fabian after clearing his throat and taking a deep breath. Well, now Fred know how he got his ability to change subjects almost instantly.
“Do you remember that ridiculous map you used with Georgie?” asked Fabian.
“That map is not ridiculous, it saved our arses hundreds of times from Filch.”
“I think he is in love, Fabian” teased Gideon. “Do you know who owned that map?”
“Umm, the Marauders?”
“But do you know who they are?!” said Fabian impatiently.
“No,” answered Fred, a little taken aback.
“You have met Sirius and Remus right, Padfoot and Moony?”
“WHAT THE– really?!” shouted Fred, he had met the people who created that awesome piece of paper and he didn’t know.
“And that,” said Gideon as he pointed to a man who looked like he could be the twin of Harry, “is James Potter, or as you may know him Prongs.”
“You are fucking with me,” babbled Fred.
“Now, now, Freddie did you kiss Molly with that mouth?” laughed Fabian as he stared at Fred with a shine in his blue eyes.
Fred was in awe. Him and George owed them so much and he had returned the Map to it’s owner’s son without intending. For the first time he felt excited, he looked up to them so much without knowing them. The original pranksters of Hogwarts.
“But there was a fourth one. Wormtail?”
“Peter Pettigrew. Well, fortunately that bastard is not here.” complained Gideon and Fred didn’t understand what was going on so he stared at the twins with a confused face. “He is the rat who betrayed James and Lily. He was their best friend, now he’s a pathetic mess of a Death Eater.”
“We know he is dead, he just never made it here even if he did, we didn’t see it. We were friends with him, too.” he said guiltily. “None of us understood he was the mole.”
“We should get back Gideon,” said Fabian. “We were watching the war with them, we got to keep an eye on them, everything’s a bloody mess at the moment.”
“Can I watch Georgie and the others?” asked Fred.
“Of course you can,” they replied together and they walked next to the growing crowd around James and Lily Potter.
Until George arrived to where ever he was, Fred had a new home and apparently a new family, too. He stared down at his twins pain stricken face as he duelled a masked Death Eater with Percy by his side.
For the first time ever they were separated and this was their final adventure together whether they liked it or not. Fred felt like he should start getting used to the fact that this will be the hardest thing they will ever have to do without each other.
… I’m now working on the sequel! This time I try to sketch the whole doujinshi first and then go into detail. But I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to upload the first pages next week! So stay tuned (⺣◡⺣)♡*
Feels like you’re miles from here, in other towns with lesser names. Where the unholy ghost doesn’t tell Mary or William exactly what they want to hear. You remember the house on Ridge Road told you and the Devil to both just leave me alone. If this is salvation, I can show you the trembling. You’ll just have to trust me. I’m scared.
I am the patron saint of lost causes. Aren’t we all to you just near lost causes? Aren’t we all to you just lost
Tommy, you left behind something that will mean everything right before you die. What if you gained the whole world? You’ve already lost four little souls from your life. Widows and orphans aren’t hard to find. They’re home missing daddy who’s saving the abandoned tonight. Wish your drinking would hurry and kill you. Sympathy’s better than having to tell you the truth.
That you are the patron saint of lost causes. All you are to them is now a lost cause. All you are to them is now, causes.
Billy, don’t you understand? Timothy stood as long as he could and now you made his faith disappear. More like a magician and less like a man of the cloth. We’re not questioning God. Just those he chose to carry on His cross. We’re no better, you’ll see. Just all of us, the lost causes.
Aren’t we all to you just lost causes? Are we all to you lost? Lost causes So all we are to you, Is all we are, is all we are All we are is all we are
[Choir:] Patron Saint, are we all lost like you?
This is one of the most personal songs, I felt like a weight was lifted off when I finished writing it next to the library in Richards Coffee shop in Winter Haven, Florida. The song tells of four overarching stories that effected my faith in Christ growing up. The first is of an unfulfilled ‘prophesy’ that was given to William and Mary in Winter Haven, Florida (they know, I know, & God knows). The second is an autobiographical tale that happened to me on Ridge Road in Stevensville, Michigan. I was 5 years old and I walked down our long driveway and had it out with God and the devil. I remember telling them both to leave me alone, I was confused and wanted neither of them. The third is of a 'missionary’ who abandoned his wife and children to 'help’ others, it only ended in hurting everyone around him, he did more damage than he could ever repair in this lifetime. Maybe he has changed, maybe he has stayed the same. The final story is of Billy Burke, a… healer? A… mystic? I am not sure, either way I saw OZ, I watched the curtain pulled back. I was left in a spiral of disbelief. Maybe he has changed, maybe he has stayed the same.
The truth is if you are looking for God in Christians prepared to be disappointed; the truth is we humans are all hypocrites, ALL OF US. Luckily I found Christ, in spite of these and other stories that propelled me in the opposite direction.
Like honestly ‘those blacks hate gay people because they got religion’ is something I really thought we had all left behind shortly after that mess in California where the white voters were such a majority that if every single black voter had voted in favor of gay rights, it STILL would have been a loss but black people were still blamed